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The Powder Horn of Mackinac Island by Sandy Carlson – Book promo

25/06/17

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The Powder Horn of Mackinac Island by Sandy Carlson

Genre: Middle Grade (8-12

 

year old reader) Science

 

Fiction, or for the

 

historically-minded adult

 

Word Count: 34,000

 

About the book

Arianna’s family now owns a souvenir shop on Mackinac Island, the perfect place to make money fo

Arianna’s family now owns a souvenir shop on Mackinac Island, the perfect place to make money for her paraplegic brother’s surgery. No motor vehicles are allowed but there are plenty of horses, making the island safe enough for Luc to have mobile freedom in his wheelchair all summer long.

When Arianna and Luc accidentally discover that a powder horn that’s been in their family for many generations can send them back in time to 1793, they meet their great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, the person who carved the treasure map on the powder horn. How can the siblings convince their ancestor to let them in on its secrets?

To complicate things, Luc finds he can walk there, in the past, and he doesn’t want to return to the present where his surgery is uncertain, and a wheelchair may be his life. Arianna must choose between discovering the treasure and bringing her brother back to the present.

 

excerpt

The family plan was to head north, but my best friends Bella and Caitlyn were hopeful I would find options, alternatives, additional possibilities. I’d heard the reasons why I had to go with Mom and Dad and Luc to northern Michigan for the summer, and why my older sister got to stay home. I wouldn’t have minded so much if only it wasn’t sixteen million miles from Chicago, and for the entire summer. My protests about the unfairness of me having to go came up as empty as downtown Chicago during a blizzard.

“I could stay home with Melissa,” I suggested as I handed Mom a dirty supper plate for the dishwasher. “We’d almost never fight.”

“You know Melissa needs to earn money this summer for college,” Mom said. “And Delly’s Deli will pay her more than we could. It’s simple economics.”

Without consulting me, simple economics entailed dumping all our family money into purchasing a souv

Without consulting me, simple economics entailed dumping all our family money into purchasing a souvenir shop. They expected to make bundles of money to cover my brother Luc’s operation and have enough left over to be rich-rich-rich. Maybe enough for a family trip to Europe or a flight to the moon.

Worst part? They planned to turn Luc and me into store slaves for the summer.

No, the really worst part was I wouldn’t get to see my friends all summer long. What good is having a summer vacation without your friends? It was going to be torturously long. I did want Luc to get his operation, and I wasn’t out to make things difficult for Melissa. I just wanted to stay home, too. Be with my friends. That’s all.

Mom put on her teacher smile. “Staying here will be good preparation for Melissa being on her own. Besides, the Simons are next door, and Rachel Simons practically lives over here, anyway. Melissa won’t be lonely.”

“I could stay to make sure. Help chaperone them or something,” I said, putting on my most brilliant smile.

Mom shook her head no while putting the last of the silverware into the dishwasher.

“Maybe I could stay with Caitlyn’s family, or Bella’s?” As soon as the words fell from my mouth I wished them back. Too late. Mom had already rolled her eyes. I shouldn’t have included Bella’s p

“Maybe I could stay with Caitlyn’s family, or Bella’s?” As soon as the words fell from my mouth I wished them back. Too late. Mom had already rolled her eyes. I shouldn’t have included Bella’s parents in that plan.

“Arianna Jean Trebuche.” Her using my whole name was like turning the lock on a door. End of any back and forth discussion. “It’ll be a fun adventure,” she said.

Read that as Boring!

“There’s lots to do on Mackinac Island besides the store,” she continued. “Bikes and horses to ride. You might even dress up in some of those period costumes from the eighteenth century. Wouldn’t that be fun? Besides, Luc needs you.”

“Luc needs me like he needs a fifth wheel. You baby him way too much, Mom.” I turned and headed upstairs to my room.

Some pe

Some people think people in wheelchairs are helpless. They don’t know our Luc. He’s smart, clever, funny, and wins races. He’s not treated differently because he’s stuck in a wheelchair, it’s because in our family, Luc, at ten, is the youngest. Melissa’s seventeen. Last April I officially became a teenager, a whopping thirteen. And we all know the babies of the family really are treated differently.

When we were younger, Luc and I shared everything, especially secrets in our treehouse. Luc would pull himself onto the swing seat and tug on the rope pulley Dad attached to the tree branch until he got himself through the Trebuche Tree door. It was our not-so-secret hideaway. No one else went up there, not even Caitlyn and Bella.

I used our upstairs hall landline and called Bella, the B member of our ABC club.

“No go,” I said when she answered.

“This stinks,” Bella sa

“This stinks,” Bella said. “How come they can’t see you’re responsible enough to stay?”

“I know,” I groaned.

“Did you mention the thing about staying at my house, or at Caitlyn’s?”

“Yes. I even tried staying with Melissa under the Simons’ watchful eye.”

“We’ve got parents living over here, right in the same house—real adults. Sort of.”

I snickered. A year ago, Bella’s parents went through some sort of mid-life crisis and learned to ride motorcycles. They’d gone hog-wild—that’s motorcycle talk—buying leather jackets and bike accessories and made the neighborhood noisier. Not the kind of adults my teacher-parents would trust to look after their little darling all summer.

“So, have you started your Summer Dreams essay for Mrs. Harrison’s class?”

“Ha!” I answered. “My summer will be a nightmare.”

“There’s still the Internet, Ari,” Bella said. “We’ll message every day, and don’t forget chats and video calling and cell phones.”

“More than every single day,” I replied.

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Before I could say Hallelujah, school’s out, seventh grade ended. After that, Bella and Caitlyn and I had a moanful see-ya-later sleepover where we finally drifted off about three AM. The parents finished their teaching jobs. Then, earlier than we ever got up on a school day, we Trebuches squeezed all our summer essentials into the van, with three bikes hanging from the back. Luc rose on the van chair lift, and then I clamped his wheelchair firmly into place and climbed in the seat next to him.

“You have the treasured powder horn?” Melissa asked through the open van window. She pushed her wavy long brown hair away from her face.

“Of course, dear,” Mom said. “We’ll send you pictures as soon as we display it.”

“Put it someplace where everyone can see it,” Mel instructed. She was a lot like Mom—bossy. At least with the two of them separated, it would make a quieter summer for the rest of us.

The heirloom powder horn had passed from father to son through the generations of Trebuches from Jean Luc Trebuche, a fur-trading French ancestor. This Jean Luc is the

person Luc is named after, and me, too. Well, my middle and last name, anyway. Down through the generations, we’ve called it the Treasured Powder Horn. With capital letters. I don’t know why. Maybe it once held gold nuggets instead of gun powder. It could have been in a museum, but Mom and Dad both used it in their classes for math exercises or history-English lessons. Great-great-something-grandfather Jean Luc must have been drunk when he carved it. Although his name in fancy script across the top was obvious, squiggly lines went around the horn. There was also a random U or a C on it and a V or a <, depending on which way you held it, along with an X by a bitty tree.

“Now don’t you go worrying about us, sweetheart,” Dad said to Melissa as he adjusted the driver’s seat. “You just take care of yourself. We’re only a phone call away.”

As Dad pulled the van out, I waved to Melissa until we were out of sight. Luc slipped on his headphones and loaded up an action movie in his player. I got out my music.

“Can’t you kids at least wait until we’re on the interstate before playing those things?” Mom asked. “There’s so much to see.” She said those exact words at the start of every trip.

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About the Author

Sandy Carlson was born in Michigan and has a long-standing connection with Mackinac Island. She first visited the island as a child, then as a young mother with her husband and two sons, and several times since. Every visit has vibrated with magic—from the fresh water sea breezes, to the history, to the wooded trails, and, of course, to the horses.

Sandy is first a storyteller. As a child, she loved telling stories to her siblings, cousins and friends, and later started writing them down. Besides a Family-Comes-First motto, Sandy is a former teacher who now does school and library author visits.

She may or may not have seen mythical creatures while alone in the woods.

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Rising by Sonya Weiss – Book Tour + #Giveaway

22/05/17

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RISING

by Sonya Weiss
Genre: Young Adult, SciFi Supernatural Romance
Pub Date: May 9, 2017
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When sparks fly between a human and a Supernatural, the entire planet
could be at stake.
It’s been ten years since the Great Extinction, when Supernaturals
threatened to destroy humanity. Now, in the sleepy town of Wayside,
Nevada, seventeen-year-old Cassie Grant’s life couldn’t be more
ordinary. Determined to get into an Ivy League college, her focus is
squarely on her studies. But suddenly everything changes when she
witnesses Jason Taylor, a cute and quiet loner, mysteriously save a
young boy from falling to his death.
Although the Supernaturals ultimately retreated to their planet, three
families were left behind—including Jason’s. So far, they’ve
been successfully hiding in plain sight. But Jason knows that if
Cassie exposes him, all their lives will be in peril—especially
since Cassie’s father is the head of the Alien Eradication and
Defense Department. At first, befriending Cassie is Jason’s
survival tactic. But as they spend more time together, they begin to
fall in love. With the authorities closing in and a hidden threat
that could tear the very Earth apart, can Cassie and Jason keep each
other safe—or will their star-crossed romance start another
war?…
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CASSIE

I wiped off the mess I’d made of my makeup for the second time, and stared at the pallor of my skin in the mirror. The scar high on my cheekbone wasn’t as bad as the ones on my back, but it was a visible reminder of the attack that gave me nightmares. Each time I’d jerk myself out of sleep, I’d fallen right back into the disturbing images again. No high IQ needed to guess why. At dinner Dad had talked in detail about the destructive nature of aliens. As if I needed to be told.

His stories and warnings alone weren’t the reason I didn’t like aliens. I knew firsthand that they killed, that they left humans scarred. I didn’t blame my father for my injuries, but my mother did. I pushed away the memory of what happened during that awful camping trip in New Mexico. That night had forever changed all of us and made me look at aliens differently.

Aliens were mysterious, powerful beings who were hunted by the government but more often than not, we humans were the prey. While there were a lot of pro-alien groups around that spouted on websites and to anyone who’d listen that we had nothing to fear from these “visiting creatures,” the scars on my body were living proof that was a lie.

A strange premonition swept over me and I shivered, then tried again to reapply my makeup fast so I wouldn’t be late for school. One more year, and then I was through.

I couldn’t wait to get out of Wayside, Nevada, far away from my father, and his job as lead agent at the Alien Eradication and Defense Department. I didn’t want to live with the reminder of aliens at every conversation. I needed a clean slate, a place where I could build good memories. I wished we could go back to our lives before the Great Extinction.

That war between the humans and aliens sucked the laughter out of our family like a tornado had spun through. Aliens had killed my uncle during one of the battles. My father hadn’t been the same since his brother’s death but he’d tried hard to keep himself together. But then after me nearly dying during that camping trip because of an alien attack, my father had unraveled in ways that baffled and sometimes even scared me.

I finished applying my makeup, checked my arms and back in the mirror to make sure my scars were hidden, and gave my face one final glance. Good enough. Grabbing my backpack, I made my way down the stairs to the living room where Mom lay curled on the sofa beneath a blanket. She had the same shoulder-length black hair and brown eyes I did, but where she was cover-model confident, not even photoshopping could erase my self-consciousness. I was a little on the nerdy side so I’d never been that confident, but after I was scarred, it had only gotten worse. I didn’t wear sleeveless shirts anymore and I wouldn’t dream of ever wearing a bikini again.

With a frustrated sigh, Mom sat up and muted the television, silencing the anchor mid-report on the frequent earthquakes striking our area. I stood behind the sofa and lip-read the closed captioning for a few seconds.

“Anything new, or are they rehashing yesterday’s news?”

“Not much new other than the United States Geological Survey is monitoring the area. Nevada is the twenty-first state hit with a wave of them.”

“That’s a lot of earthquakes.”

“There’s nothing to worry about, Cassie. If there were, the USGS would inform the right people who would then inform the public.”

I didn’t believe that. Because of Dad’s job, I had insight into how the government hid things. The rash of unexplained earthquakes made me edgy. “Where’s Dad?”

To my surprise her lips tightened, and I wondered if there was trouble again in Alienville. “He slept at the office last night.”

“Chasing little green men wore him out?” I pushed my hands through my out of control hair to corral it into a ponytail.

She tried to hide it, but a ghost of a smile flitted across her lips, and for a second we were unified in the knowledge Dad was acting weirder than usual. “You know your father.”

My stomach dropped. They’d been fighting more lately and the fights were getting uglier. “Did he sleep at the office because of his work or…”

“You should eat. I’ll make you something.” She got up and went into the kitchen. Mom was a great cook, but she never took the time anymore because she always had to leave the house before I did. I didn’t know what she was still doing home.

After taking the milk out of the refrigerator, she poured a glass, and then reached for the box of pancake mix. When she pulled the eggs out and set them on the counter, I said, “Mom? What’s going on?” Different what-ifs flitted through my mind while I waited for her to answer. Dad was having an affair. Mom was sick. Or Dad’s grouchy, could-never-be pleased mother was coming to visit. That last one made me feel sick. “Is Grandma coming for a visit?”

She glanced over her shoulder, shook her head, and laughed as we shared a look of mutual thank-God relief. “Speaking of aliens,” she muttered.
I laughed again. “Seriously, Mom. What is it?” I covered her hand with mine to get her to stop trying to make breakfast.

She hesitated, as if trying to decide how to answer. “Your dad thinks there’s a connection between aliens and these earthquakes.”

I rolled my eyes. Their power wasn’t something to be underestimated, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think they could control the Earth. “He thinks there’s a connection between global warming and aliens, power

outages and aliens, rising taxes and aliens. When doesn’t he think things are related to aliens?”

She shook her head as if trying to shake off the sudden heaviness blanketing both of us. “You don’t want breakfast?”

I moved to the pantry and scored the last chocolate chip granola bar from the box. “I don’t have time. The class hike is today. I have to rush, or I’ll be late.”

“You’re wearing that?”

I glanced down at my jeans with the myriad of artful cuts. “These are retro. Everyone’s wearing them.”

“I meant the T-shirt.”

I put a hand over the image of ET. I’d unearthed the shirt at the secondhand store. “It’s a joke.”

“Make sure you change before your father sees it. No use throwing gas on the fire.”

Dad was exactly the reason I’d bought the shirt, and I didn’t care if he saw it. Yes, I was afraid of aliens, but I was tired of my fear holding me hostage and I was trying to find my way back to the me I’d once been. There were so many things I didn’t do anymore since that camping trip because I was too afraid.

“Cassie?” Mom said.

“Fine, I’ll change before he sees it.”

“Are you riding in with Mark?” She sounded hopeful, not yet knowing my status as the alien hunter’s daughter wiped out my dating life once again.

“Um…no. Gotta run.”

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Sonya Weiss is a freelance writer, ghostwriter, and author, including the
Stealing the Heart series with Entangled Publishing. She’s addicted
to great books, good movies, and Italian chocolates. She’s passionate
about causes that support abused animals and children. Her parents
always supported her bringing stray animals home, although the Great
Dane rescue was a surprise.
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MOM by Collin Piprell – Book Tour

07/04/17

 

 

MOM
Magic Circles Series
Book 1
Collin Piprell
Genre: Sci Fi
Publisher: Common Deer Press
Date of Publication: April 5, 2017
ISBN: 9780995072961
ASIN: B01MZJ09T4
Number of pages: 373 pages
Word Count: 100k
Cover Artist: Common Deer Press
Tagline: A mystery thriller set in the second half of the twenty-first century, MOM is the first novel in Collin Piprell’s darkly comic and always thought-provoking MAGIC CIRCLES science-fiction series.

Book Description:

A GOD IS BORN!
TOO BAD ABOUT THE PERSONALITY DISORDER
So reads the graffito.
MOM is the mall operations manager — the greatest intelligence in history, a machine awakened to self-awareness at a time when the last few human survivors have withdrawn to the last two remaining refuges on Earth. Quarantined from the global nanobot superorganism outside the malls and from each other inside, the mallsters are utterly dependent on MOM for everything — including the ever-more suspect information they’re getting about the world Outside.
Now the malls are crumbling.

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TOOT HAS SCUTTLED ahead into the dark
passage. Dee Zu follows far behind in the dark. She has stopped to gently smear
more of the soothing muck over herself. Try to avoid infection, her WalkAbout
is telling her. She laughs.
 Part of the flushed feeling could
be medibots at work, but the damage is too general to be sure. Whatever. This
might be too big a job for the in-house crew. But there’s good news,
compliments of the WalkAbout: she hurts so much that these must be only second-degree
burns; third-degree burns destroy the pain receptors. She stops, manages to
focus. She opens herself to a swell of anxiety, letting it dissipate before it
can erupt into full-blown panic. At the same time she relegates the pain to a
bearable distance.
It’s hard to judge, but she thinks they
must have already penetrated at least two hundred meters into this limestone
labyrinth. So far they have simply kept to their right. She must remember this,
which choices they have made, in case they have to retrace their route. This
particular tunnel has tapered to the point that, should they decide to return
to their start, Dee Zu, at least, will have to back out.
Another choice presents itself. Which
way to go, which fork to take? This time, Dee Zu’s ears tell her, Toot has
trotted off down the leftward tunnel. Dee Zu feels the faintest of breezes
issuing from that direction, which means it might offer a way out. Anyway, the
return would be right, left, left, left. Dee Zu repeats it to herself. No
problem.
She humps along on elbows and knees, taking care not
to bang her head, trying to spare her scorched skin, conscious of Toot somewhere in the dark ahead. The passage continues to narrow. Finally she can nolonger hear her companion. She calls
out, “Toot. I don’t think I can go this way. Toot?” But there’s
noanswer.
Now she encounters broken ground, a
fresh fall. The rocks are slime-free, and sharp edges tear at her. With much
painful contortion she makes her way over and around it; then she finds she can
go no farther. The passage is too narrow.
 “Toot!” she calls. Again there’s
no response. Deciding it’s better not to wait, she starts inching backwards
towards the last junction. She has just started when there’s a great thud. More
than a thud. The concussion pounds at her from all directions, pummels her
innards. The very earth groans; this is followed by a quick rumble. Dee Zu lies
still for a good five minutes. She thinks of times past with Cisco, she thinks
about Tor, and she tells herself to relax. Eventually, she resumes her backward
journey out of this dead end. She proceeds only a few meters before her feet
kick against broken ground. She feels all around with her toes for the passage,
but there is no passage. Only the fresh rockfall. She also senses that she’s
missing toes, two or three digits. Was it the satrays or the blurs that took
them? If it had been blurs, they wouldn’t have left her the remaining toes, or
anything else either.
Dee Zu weighs this option, then she
weighs that one and she realizes that they are both the same: lie here in the
dark and wait to die.
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A scrabble to the end of the road, and
Dee Zu is left alone with the sound of her own breathing. She feels a faint
breeze against her face coming from the dark ahead, cruel suggestion of an
escape route. She never did find her water. Her skin is tightening. Maybe it’s
the muck drying in the breeze. She’s thirsty. And light-headed. She hears an
occasional grate and clack where the rocks behind her shift to a more stable
configuration. Water drips, tantalizingly, but the acoustics are bad and she can’t
tell whether it’s ahead, the way Toot went, or behind. And that’s it. That’s
her world. No bail button.
 Without much hope, but lacking
anything better to do, Dee Zu tries wiggling through. She dislocates her
shoulder joints. Normally this would be easy, but in this confined space it
isn’t. It feels like her skin is tearing. There’s no chance.
One of her shoulders refuses to pop back
into joint. Dee Zu shifts into shutdown mode, reducing both metabolism and
cognition to minimum maintenance levels. Her last thoughts are of Cisco.

About the Author:

Collin Piprell is a Canadian writer and editor resident in Thailand. He is the author of four previous novels and a collection of humorous stories, now out of print, as well as four books on national parks, diving, and coral reefs, which are also out of print. *MOM* is the first novel of Magic Circles, a science-fiction trilogy in progress. Visit http://www.collinpiprell.com to learn more.
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Of Cinder and Bone By Kyoko M – Book Tour + #Giveaway

23/03/17

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Of Cinder and Bone
By Kyoko M
Genre: SciFi Thriller, Fantasy
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After centuries of being the most dangerous predators on the planet,
dragons were hunted to extinction. That is, until Dr. Rhett “Jack”
Jackson and Dr. Kamala Anjali cracked the code to bring them back.
Through their research at MIT, they resurrected the first dragon
anyone has seen alive since the 15th century. There’s just one
problem.
Someone stole it.
Caught between two ruthless yakuza clans who want to clone the dragon, Jack
and Kamala brave the dangerous streets of Tokyo to steal their dragon
back in a race against time before the world is taken over by
mutated, bloodthirsty monsters that will raze it to ashes.
Of Cinder and Bone is an all-new sci-fi thriller from the author of the
Amazon bestselling Black Parade novels. Don’t miss out on this
explosive first-in-series!
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“Yep, this is exactly where I thought I’d be at this point in my life,” Jack sighed, pulling on yet another pair of latex gloves as he stared forlornly at the reeking dumpster. “Ass-deep in garbage.”

“We lead a charming life,” Kamala agreed. “At least the manager was kind enough to let us do this without a fight. Technically, we’re supposed to wait for the police.”

“Not enough time on the clock for that. We’ll work out the details later.” Jack cleared his throat and cast her a sidelong glance, smirking.

“Ladies first?”

Kamala sent him a glare that could curdle milk. His smirk widened into a grin before he tossed both large black lids back and heaved himself up over the side. He landed and wobbled for a moment before shuddering as the stench of rotten food swallowed him whole. He breathed through his mouth in shallow bursts, his eyes tearing, and managed to keep his breakfast down after a moment.

“Yep,” he said weakly, offering Kamala his arm. “Charming, indeed.”

She climbed in next to him and they carefully rooted through the trash, checking for any bits of electronics in case the laptop had been disassembled before being tossed. “What are the odds that we’ll find it in this mess?”

“We probably have a better chance of growing wings and flying around the city,” Jack said, grimacing as he tossed a half-filled macchiato aside. “But the devil’s in the details. There is no perfect crime. If Okegawa was on a deadline, he might have been in a rush. Being in a rush means making mistakes. That’s all we need. Just one mistake to catch him.”

They searched for the better part of half an hour before Kamala heard a suspicious crunching sound beneath her covered boots. She shifted a few things aside and found a long white cord. She tugged sharply on it and the battery charger for a MacBook laptop popped free, swinging in her hand. She met Jack’s gaze and they both tore through the trash surrounding that spot. A moment later, Kamala’s hands closed on Jack’s laptop.

“Hello, beautiful,” Jack said, wiping grime and gunk off of it. “Leave it closed. I’m sure the garbage probably did a number on any evidence on the outside, but there might be fibers or hairs between the keyboard and the screen. Nice work, Dr. Anjali.”

She flashed him a grin, handed it to him, and turned to exit the dumpster. She stopped after only a step. Jack realized why a second later.

Konnichiwa,” Okegawa said pleasantly, his smile off-setting the silenced Beretta .9mm in his large hand. “Ogenki desu ka?

“We’ve been better,” Kamala said, slowly raising her hands.  Jack did the same, but he inched towards her in an attempt to block Okegawa’s line of sight.

“Relax, Jackson,” Okegawa drawled, his tone almost bored. “I have no intention of hurting ojō-sama.”

“Well, you tossed my apartment and now you have a gun pointed at us,” Jack said. “You understand my concern.”

“Of course. The gun is merely insurance. If I wanted you dead, I could have had it done already. I think you know that, as smart as you are.”

Jack narrowed his eyes. “Then what do you want?”

“A distraction. That’s why I left the laptop for you to find. It gave me time to break into your car and take the other laptop. I’ve been trying to get it for days, but ojō-sama takes it with her everywhere, unlike you.”

Kamala clenched her jaw. “How long have you been following us?”

Okegawa shrugged. “Not long. Had to get everything prepped and tie up loose ends.”

“Is that what we are now? Loose ends? It’s broad daylight, man. You can’t just shoot us and walk away. Hell, you’ve probably only got another thirty seconds before one of the Starbucks employees empties the trash and sees you.”

Hai. That’s why you’re going to toss me the laptop.”

“Or you’ll shoot me?”

What little light there was in Okegawa’s brown eyes sputtered out. “Hai.”

“You just said you didn’t want me dead.”

Another dispassionate shrug. “I’d prefer not to, but if you push me, I will retaliate.”

“Jack,” Kamala whispered.

He glanced at her. She kept her eyes on Okegawa, but her tone was enough. He exhaled and tossed Okegawa the laptop. It landed at his feet, shattering several pieces over the concrete with a loud crash. Okegawa flinched on instinct, his eyes snapping towards it for a split second.

Kamala took her Taser out of her pocket and shot it at Okegawa.

Okegawa screamed as the electrified prongs hit him. Jack pulled Kamala down into the dumpster as the gun went off twice, tearing two chunks out of the wall where he’d been standing. They both lay panting in the garbage heap as they heard a thud and then nothing. Jack motioned for her to stay put and slowly rose to his knees, peeking over the rim of the dumpster.

Okegawa lay on the ground, twitching occasionally, his eyes shut, teeth clenched, the gun lying several feet away.

Jack scooped Kamala up in his hands with a hysterical laugh, holding her above his head. “You. Are. Freaking. Brilliant.”

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Kyoko M is an author, a fangirl, and an avid book reader. Her debut novel,
The Black Parade, has been on Amazon’s Bestseller List at #5 in the
Occult Horror category. She has a Bachelor of Arts in English Lit
degree from the University of Georgia, which gave her every valid
excuse to devour book after book with a concentration in Greek
mythology and Christian mythology. When not working feverishly on a
manuscript (or two), she can be found buried under her Dashboard on
Tumblr, or chatting with fellow nerds on Twitter, or curled up with a
good Harry Dresden novel on a warm central Florida night. Like any
author, she wants nothing more than to contribute something great to
the best profession in the world, no matter how small.
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Between Venus and Mars by S.C.Mitchell

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THE SOUL MATE TREE, BOOK THREE 

BETWEEN VENUS AND MARS

AUTHOR: S. C. Mitchell

GENRE: Science Fiction Romantic Comedy

HEAT LEVEL: Steamy

An intergalactic adventure filled with laughs, love, and adventure.

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An ancient legend spanning eras, continents, and worlds. To some, it’s nothing more than a dream. To others, a pretty fairy tale handed down through the generations.

For those in critical need of their own happy ending, a gift.

About the Book:

Once Upon a Galaxy . . .

Zana Starchild is on a mission to restore her tribe’s livestock and save herself from one more meal of kelp. Sure, it’s technically illegal to visit Old Earth, but to a rim rat like Zana, galactic laws are really just guidelines. Her wrecked starship just means she’ll need to use her backup plan to get off the abandoned world, an old Earth legend her uncle passed down to her.

Pulled from a relaxing shower, across the galaxy to Old Earth, Galactic Marshall Kyle Kepler finds himself naked and marooned with a quirky rim rat. Zana’s broken more laws than Kyle can count, and he plans to arrest her, just as soon as he can find transport off the planet and a pair of pants.

A junk heap of a starship, a magical tree, and a roving gang of mutant kangaroos are just the beginning of rollicking intergalactic journey filled with laughs, love, and adventure.

Amazon Link: Between Venus and Mars

When series collide: Between Venus and Mars is not only set the multi-dimensional worlds of the Soul Mate Tree legend, but also ties into my Hearts in Orbit series, a futuristic universe filled with starships, aliens, and new technologies. And, of course, romance. The Soul Mate Tree project offered me a great way to play with some new characters and further develop my universe, while partnering with some of the best authors in the business.

The Hearts in Orbit universe is a place where galactic marshals keep the peace in the cosmopolitan Core Worlds as well as the wild-west type rim world planets. While this book works as a standalone, and you don’t have to have read any of the others, I consider it Hearts in Orbit 2.5, fitting nicely between Pirates of the Dark Nebula and my soon-to-be-released Hearts in Orbit 3 novel Captives of the Kratzen.

Series Link: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B016DF63JM/

About the Author

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Hidden strengths, adventurous hearts.

S.C.Mitchell grew up an avid reader of comic books, science fiction and fantasy literature. He’s been writing stories for over thirty years. In 2010 he left his job as a computer desktop support specialist to pursue his passion for writing full time. He is a member of the Romance Writers of America as well as the Wisconsin chapter.

As a writer of paranormal and sci-fi romance, fantasy, and science fiction, Steve crafts unique and wondrous worlds where his characters explore, romp, and fall in love. Whether traveling through dark, demon filled dimensions, the edge of wild space, or ancient mythological heavens, his heroes and heroines, guided by their adventurous hearts, discover hidden strengths on their pathway to enduring love.

What motivates S.C.Mitchell to write

For as long as I can remember I’ve had stories running through my head. Comic book super heroes prompted amazing adventures. The 60’s moon shots took me to outer space. And a hulking barbarian named Conan brought me to an age undreamed of. Fantasy and science fiction were my escapes from the ordinary. To this day I love crafting worlds and setting my characters loose in them. I can’t wait to get up each morning and see what those characters are going to do next.

You’ll find him at:

http://scmitchellauthor.com/

Blog: http://scmitchellauthor.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSCMitchell

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorSMitchell

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B007D0Z1MW

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Videos:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rV0BQCcwhfk

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The Woodman by H. Bright – Book Tour + #Giveaway

15/03/17

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The Roads of Hell
The Woodman, Book 1
By G.H. Bright
Genre: Post Apocalyptic, Dystopian, SciFi
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POST APOCALYPTIC, yet so much more!
“Modified Ebola has decimated the globe, handfuls of survivors eke out an
existence whilst others are intent on building from the ashes a world
of unimaginable pain and horror. The Woodman fights to keep the world
from tipping completely over the edge whilst battling his own demons.
Imagine a world where nothing is easy. No electricity, electronic
communications fuel or running water. Imagine that world came so fast
there was nothing you could do about it. No preparation, no
stockpiling of goods. One day you flick a switch and a fire comes on,
the next day you need to learn to make fire to get warm and keep
animals away.
No law, no order, survival of the fittest is the name of the game. From
seven billion human beings to a few million spread out across the
globe almost overnight.
Ebola has attacked the human race, virtually wiping it from the face of the
planet. For those who survived, the struggle is just beginning and
for some the nightmare is just starting.
A madman, now free of prison hospital builds an army and marches on
Coast Town with the intent of taking for his own ends. Coast Town is
a haven on the south coast of England, a refuse for the few survivors
to gather and start again. Three years on from the dark day when
Ebola first struck, the people face another challenge, this one
perhaps all the more frightening because it might not kill you, just
enslave.
Duke Woods, The Woodman, stands in the way of the madman. Duke has the
power to stop him and a score to settle, too. With the help of
another man, a new friend, they take the battle to the madman known
as The Black Pope.
Will Duke survive?
Can The Black Pope be beaten?
Will the Ebola virus, known to all as The Death, return?
As Duke’s past comes back to haunt him so the battle for life takes off,
with not only his life in the balance but that of Coast Town,too.
CONTAINS CONTENT SOME READERS MIGHT FIND DISTURBING.
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The Fires of Hell
The Woodman Book 2
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This second instalment starts six weeks after Book one, the Roads of Hell,
finished.
The reluctant hero in the making, Duke Woods, The Woodman, has contracted
Ebola, otherwise known simply as “The Death”.
The Black Pope is still alive and kicking, unknown to most, and The
Woodman has a new friend.
Michelle, a six-year-old girl remains at his side watching and waiting whilst
The Death ravages his body. Hannah, the love of his life is not
allowed near them in case she and the child she carries become
infected and the communities, at the news of his contagion, go into
lock-down.
Hannah is nearly six months pregnant, Sue is seven months into her
pregnancy, and several other women are carrying babies too.
As Duke recovers, he finds the Army is still in place and helping
everyone it can, and the Elders are still unable to achieve even the
simplest of things. Coast Town looks to be thriving again with the
new influx of people but as always, trouble is just around the corner
and new horror surfaces.
Just when things looks good for the survivor’s, just as they begin to
grasp skills forgotten, new evils and hard times rush to compound
issues and make life a far greater struggle than it already was. The
Death wiped out 90% of Mankind; illness and disease took even more.
Those that lived through it, instead of banding together, seem unable to
change their ways and people find they still have to fight Mankind’s
greatest enemy, Mankind itself.
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The Gates of Hell
The Woodman Book 3
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This instalment begins six hours after Duke Woods, AKA The Woodman, has
decided he must leave Coast Town.
If he leaves, they stand a chance of negotiation with the small army
coming their way and he gets to go home to his family. If he stays,
the army will want his head. He has to try and flee, regardless of
how it looks to others.
The ‘reluctant hero in the making’, fights his way out with bow and
arrow, and arrives home only to find his family in mortal danger.
Then, in a twist of fate; Duke is taken prisoner and escorted to
Dover Castle. There he has, under threat of death, to fight for his
freedom and his sanity as the true horrors of a madman come to light.
Seth Windsor is insane and out for blood, a truly bad concoction, and
he will only be happy when Duke is forced to fight for his life.
Sue goes to other lands to start a new and joyful life whilst Coast Town
burns; only to find the sweet talking man was really a serpent in
disguise.
Duke fights evil time and again, fashioning himself unwittingly into a
hero regardless of his wish to not be.
Years of peace follow, communities come together, trade together and grow,
and a network of towns and villages live in harmony with the people
of the woods. Harmony that is, until evil rears its ugly head once
more in the form of feral kids linked to Seth Windsor. The Death is
still out there, perhaps it always will be, and evil men still
rampage across the lands too. The peace is shattered by these feral
kids and a new terror from the north. Will peace ever really come to
The Woodman?
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Hell on Earth
The Woodman Book 4
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Duke and Coast Town face a new challenge as the horror from the north,
having taken the Oxford Crew, move southward looking for The Woodman.
Duke attempts to build an army and defend. Kufuo is still missing, on
an adventure of his own trying to trace his roots and all the time
ships from the new world head toward them for confrontation. Senator
Horst is not all he seems to be and speaks with a serpents tongue.
Marine Cobb goes AWOL and tells Duke what he already suspected, that
Horst let the Ebola virus loose in the first place. Fighting for his
life and the lives of those he loves, Duke must defeat the terror
from the north and deal with Senator Horst whilst keeping his people
together.
This fourth and final instalment gives the answers to who the people were
that died at the start of book one, explains who unleashed the virus,
modified it and why. Duke comes close to death, Sue at last finds
happiness and Duke, Gould and Troy find out who lives on the
forbidden isle.
This is the last in the on-going series, however, the saga continues with
books 5 and six.
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All Hell Broke Loose
The Woodman Book 5
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Modified Ebola was created to wipe out the masses and cut down the numbers of
humans on planet Earth. Three differing strains – due to natural
mutation and the meddling of the mega-rich – has created a bleak
world for those lucky enough to survive. This is book five in the
saga and, whereas you might not have read books one – four, you can
pick it up by jumping right in here. Life is peaceful once more, the
newcomers are getting used to this way of life in southern England
and Duke Woods is a dad again. Evil, however comes from across the
Channel and threatens the very existence he has fought so hard to
build. If the virus wasn’t bad enough this new terror rips the heart
out of not just Coast Town but The Woodman too as this battle becomes
personal and painful.
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Hell Hath No Fury
The Woodman Book 6
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Three differing factions head for Duke’s Lands. All have different
agendas, one wants to live in peace and be friends whilst another is
happy to die for the cause just so long as The Woodman dies too, and
the third faction – an eight hundred strong army – wishes for
nothing more than total domination. Attacked on different fronts,
abandoned by The West and with his lands diminishing rapidly, Duke
Woods has the fight of his life on his hands. It is a fight that will
cost dearly, many people will die in battle and the return of The
Death will take its share too. Stretched to the limits of manpower
and with the weather against them, the Marines and Fighting Men stand
side by side with The Woodman and family in a fight to the death to
save Coast Town. This is a win or lose-it- all battle to the death.
Contains graphic violence and sexual content, not for the squeamish.
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I live on the South coast of England, Sussex to be exact, but I was
born in Hampshire.
When not writing I Instruct motor vehicle studies, including computer
diagnosis & diagnostics on modern systems. I love the beach,
being social, walking the beach/woods and family life (not in that
order) and real ale.
The Woodman saga – book one written in 2000 – is set in a world where
modified Ebola has decimated human life as we know it. Duke Woods
fights to bring peace and stability to life again but also has to
fight his demons to do so.
A cross between Mad Max meets Game of Thrones, meets Contagion meets
Robin Hood, this is the story of a modern day hero trying to do the
best for everyone and putting himself in the line of fire to do it.
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Chaos Worlds Beyond by C. W. Holcomb – Book Tour + #Giveaway

09/02/17

Chaos: Worlds Beyond
Reflections of Infinity Book 1
by CW Holcomb
Genre: SciFi Fantasy
As young gods fall to the Worlds from the stars they are born in,
appearing as comets streaking across the sky; sentient magical
artifacts call to the minds of men: calling with images and promises
of power from Wild Worlds. Massive and strange they hold gigantic
monsters and wonders that are beyond the scope of the imaginations of
the fearless Tribe of warriors that dare to magically travel to them!
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Pillus tried his best not to drop the heavy buckets of water, the wooden rod holding them digging into his shoulders, his back burning painfully as he trudged up the steep hill towards his master’s estate dominating the skyline on the hill top above. “I’ll be WHIPPED if I don’t get back on time!” He thought to himself in anxiety, stumbling distractedly, both buckets sliding to the right tipping his slight form over to plop down on his backside.

He sat there beginning to cry, watching helplessly as the water from the buckets ran down the hill, thinking: “great, now I’m gonna get the worst lashing by my master that I’ve gotten in all fourteen sunstrokes of my life!” He wiped his running nose with the back of his thin bony arm as he hugged his knees to himself sitting where he had fallen in the dirt feeling like giving up completely.

Then, suddenly he saw beautiful blue light reflecting in the tiny pools of water left in the buckets, frozen in mid sniffle in shock as he stared at it; his eyes widening as he spun around to stare at the late afternoon sky. There, plummeting through the cloudy sky was a streaking ball of liquid sapphire blue fire, lighting up the clouds sporadically as it blazed toward the ground. Pillus rose to his feet, absently dusting off the burlap rags the noble kids made him wear as he started running down the hill; his dark violet eyes locked on it; the water he was supposed to be fetching for his master completely forgotten.

There was a small plume of blue fire as the fireball slammed into the ground, half a league a way, near where he remembered the ice rapids to be. Taking a deep gulping breath of air in preparation, he broke into a loping run; his growing excitement giving him an intense adrenaline rush as his short brown hair whipped around wildly in the wind. He concentrated on nothing but the rhythmic sound of his gasping breaths as he forced his burning legs to keep churning, feeling exhilaration for the first time in his meek and dreary life.

The hundred span high Kalemian vines streaked by, looming overhead in a thick interwoven canopy, leaving glaringly bright shafts of yellowish white sunlight streaming down through sporadic gaps as he pressed on; beginning to feel his heart pounding in his temples as his body screamed at him to stop and regain his breath. He checked his position, using the towering glacial mountains to his left as a landmark, all locked in ice even in the height of summer. Suddenly he stumbled over a rock as out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of an orb of pulsating white light off to his right.

Slamming into the ground with a high pitched shriek, he sat up moaning spitting out a mouthful of dirt, his dark purple colored eyes locking on the orb immediately. He jumped to his feet his wounds forgotten in growing excitement as he ran over, stumbling up to stand over it; the light beginning to fade: revealing a beautiful pearly white locket.

It lit up the ground around, giving off its own soft white glow, just barely visible in the diminishing daylight within the thorn patch that it lay in. He reached in excitedly cursing in pain and anger as one of the thorny vines whipped out and wrapped around his arm, tightening viciously.

He screamed in pain as he tried to rip his arm back, the thorns sinking deeper into his arm, staring at the locket, appearing blurred through his tears; his brow furrowing in determination. Shrieking in growing agony he reached down as quickly as he could and snatched up the locket with his other hand, jerking it back in fear as more thorns reached for it. He gasped in surprise as the vines surrounding the arm holding the locket pulled away as if injured; the locket suddenly beginning to glow more intensely in his clutched fist: turning his hand a warm red color.

He stared wide eyed down at the luminescent piece of jewelry, holding it up to his other arm and watching in amazement as the thorns uncoiled, slithering away leaving him staring down at it, completely oblivious as blood pumped from his arm through the gaping holes covering it. He reached up and placed the locket around his neck, swaying dizzily from loss of blood; leaving bloody hand marks on the pristine chain as he ran his fingers over the casing for a moment before carefully opening it. His gaze became glassy as if only half awake as the swirling bluish white light within reflected in his eyes. Completely forgotten was the streaking ball of blue fire which had brought him to the vine forest in the first place as he stared down mesmerized, the soft white light coming from the locket growing stronger as unnoticed to him; the wounds covering his arm slowly healed closed.

C.W. Holcomb’s writing style and major influences include a wide variety
of well known novelists that came before him including, J.R.R
Tolkien, Mary Stewart, Raymond E. Feist, C.S. Lewis, Robert Jordan,
Elizabeth Hayden and Frank Herbert. The biggest influences on his
style were Terry Brooks and Terry Goodkind. He has drawn inspiration
for his novels from other areas as well including, animated shows and
video games.
His debut novel, Dark Moon Book one of the Brotherhood of the Moon, is
inspired by ancient Celtic legends about Werebeasts that stalked the
forests of the Scottish Highlands on the full moon. His newly
released novel, Chaos:Worlds Beyond Book one of the Reflections of
Infinity Saga is deeply inspired by Ancient Greek Mythology and Lore.
His works contain endearing characters that always have something
special and unique that helps them survive in the brutal and
unrelenting Worlds that he creates.