Friday, April 17, 2015

SAVAGE WINDS by R. J. Merle

SAVAGE WINDS
by R. J. Merle

A dangerous conspiracy unfolds...

In Author R.J. Merle’s whirlwind start of the Children of the Elements series, a clumsy teenage techno-geek struggles to protect kidnapped children from a covert government organization responsible for creating their abilities to control the five elements.

A mighty wind…

Eighteen-year-old Stedford Thackett’s conspiracy theorist brother ensnares him in a real life children-as-weapons plot, while a determined scientist grooms happy-go-lucky five-year-old Darcie Lynn Carpenter to use the wind as a deadly weapon.

Out of control...

Despite the firm hand of Scientist Nora Hicks, Stedford struggles to rescue the kids and escape, even as Darcie Lynn fights to gain control of the surging power of the savage winds.

EXCERPT
No matter what she had to do, Darcie Lynn Carpenter was going home. Weren’t nobody going to stop her.

Dreary and sad, the rain fell from the clouds like the whole wide sky cried buckets of tears. How did the rain smell so much like dirt, and wet dirt so like rain?

Not waiting for Miss Nora to say so, she tugged the oxygen tube free. She blew air out her nose to rid herself of the plastic yuck.

The strong breeze—all grabbing, slapping, giving, taking—whipped the tubing away. The tank’s handle ripped from her grip. Ping. Clank. The tank rolled, dropped off the hilltop. Gone.

“Wait,” Nora said in the button thing in her ear, “we haven’t obtained our readings.”

No more of Nora’s scolding.

None of her lies.

Pulling the clip from her earlobe, Darcie Lynn dug the ear-button out of the other ear, dropped both, and played on. She coughed. Floaty lightness dipped into her forehead. Kind of like when she sneaked and ate too much fudge in one day.

“Do it, Darcie Lynn,” yelled Junior.

A squeeze in her head, and the coughing stopped. Stedford did good because the new collar thingy made play easier. She waved and circled her fingers.

The breeze whirred.

Just outside the town below, a twister blew up.

Within seconds, she sent a tornado, half again as wide as the earlier one in the field, toward the way Junior showed her.

Even though the little girl part of her on the hill cried, the wind-play piece of her soared.

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AN INTERVIEW WITH R. J.
-What inspired you to become a writer?

Books like Stephen King’s Firestarter and The Talisman (a collaboration with Peter Straub) shared worlds, adventures, and characters that intrigued, thrilled, and elicited emotion to pull me in as a reader so deeply and satisfyingly that I wanted to write fiction and become a storyteller as well.

-If you could visit your book’s world for a day, what one thing would you do?

In the world of Savage Winds, I would rally with Stedford Thackett and his older brother to help the psychically gifted Children of the Elements escape from their kidnappers.

-Give us a fun or interesting fact you learned researching this book.

The Serial Killer Earth series was an awesome resource. I learned about the force of mudslides, tornados filled with fire, effects of lightning strikes, etc. from watching this series on the History Channel. The possibility of the natural force of the elements controlled by children with psychic powers intrigued me.

Also, for later in the series, I researched electromagnetic pulse (EMP) blasts and geomagnetic storms, thus the question: When nature refuses to be controlled, can mankind endure?

-Which of your characters would you go out for pizza with?

Eighteen-year-old Stedford Thackett, though clumsy and socially awkward, has a thing for pizza and technology. He’s a techno-geek dragged into a situation that’s way over his head and is caring, funny, and interesting in a totally geekified way, and I would enjoy sharing extra-cheese slices with him.

-If you could go back in time and give your pre-published self one piece of advice, what would it be?

Even writing only 15 minutes a day will net a full-sized novel in a year; therefore, I would say, “R.J., use every possible 15-minute increment, write, repeat.”

-Is there a genre you could never write? Which and why?

Romance is a genre that I don’t think I could ever master. Hat tip to all romance writers out there, but I’ll stick with Science Fiction, Fantasy, Adventure, Horror, and Suspense.

ABOUT R. J.

Author R.J. Merle stepped out of the realm of Top-Secret documents (shh, don’t tell…) to write sci-fi and paranormal fiction.

R.J. survived and escaped both the entertainment field and the government-contracting environment, craves the Walking Dead, and entertains what-if tidbits about “supposed” technological and biological advances.

No stranger to the goings on in the city of Oak Ridge, Tennessee, R.J. Merle blends a down-home flavor with a former in-the-know—hypothetically, of course—technical background to craft the twists and intrigue of Secret City Adventures.

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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Release Blitz: DANGEROUS LOVE by Kara Leigh Miller & Jody Holford

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DANGEROUS LOVE by Kara Leigh Miller and Jody Holford
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He’s fighting to forget his past while she struggles to remember hers…  
Doctor Josh Parker lives with guilt about his wife’s death every day.  
He believes himself incapable of ever loving again, but when a mysterious woman arrives in the Emergency Room, brutally beaten and left for dead, he starts to feel something he hasn’t felt in far too long: hope.  
Alessandra Matthews has no memory of the events that led to her being hospitalized. Worse, she has no idea who hurt her or why. Although she’s uncertain of who she is, she is fully aware of one thing—she’s falling for her doctor.  
Sometimes, what you don’t know can kill you…  
As Josh and Alessa work to solve the mystery surrounding her past, she soon realizes just how much danger she’s really in, but Josh refuses to let her face the darkness of her memories alone. With each of them struggling to put their pasts behind them, theirs is a DANGEROUS LOVE.  


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Kara Leigh Miller

Kara Leigh Miller

Kara lives in Upstate New York with her husband, three kids, three dogs, and three cats. When she's not busy writing romance novels that leave readers swooning, she's spending time with her family or attending one of her many writers groups. An active member of The Romance Writers of America and the CNY Writers Haven, Kara is also Managing Editor for Anaiah Press' Surge and Romance Imprints. She absolutely loves to hear from her fans and fellow authors, so feel free to drop her a line anytime!

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Jody Holford

Jody lives in British Columbia with her husband and two daughters. She is a fan of Nora Roberts, Jill Shalvis, Rachel Gibson, and Rainbow Rowell. In reading and writing, she likes characters who are flawed, but driven toward the pursuit of love and happiness. In November 2013, she published A Not So Lonely Christmas with Foreward Literary. In December 2014, she published Forever Christmas through Kindle Direct.


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Monday, April 13, 2015

MAIA AND THE SECRETS OF ZAGRAN
by S. G. Basu

Thirteen year old Maia thinks she has seen it all.

She has survived an assassination attempt, she has been threatened by the chancellor, and she has faced off with saboteurs trying to bring down a nation. She lets nothing get to her anymore-not the ominous nightmares she has been having lately, not the fear of being targeted for another soul extraction, not even the memories of her dead mother's terrifying communique.

More than ever, Maia wants the Initiative to resume. She longs to visit Zagran-the undersea capital of the Jjord. She wants to ride the underwater transport lines, learn about the Jjordic energy farms and most of all-she wants to goof off with her friends.

But, around the charming city of Zagran, evil is gathering. Maia and her friends do not know it yet, the countdown to their planned extinction has already begun.

EXCERPT
Through the darkness and the fog, Maia fell. Faster and faster, lower and lower, she plummeted into the bottomless pit until her heart went numb, until she had stopped feeling the rush. It was a murky blur of senses when she hit the surface. The water, surprisingly warm and soft as it engulfed her, spilled over the top of her head, swirling around her face and her neck, suffocating her.

Maia screamed.

She bolted upright in her bed like an uncoiled spring. The heaviness dropped away from her head forming a dappled white, black, and amber shape of Dusty the cat. Struggling with the lingering feeling of weight that crept along the fringes of her heart, Maia realized it had been a nightmare. There had been too many of them lately.

Over a week had passed since thirteen-year-old Maia had returned home to Appian after a successful run at the Alliance Initiative on Xif. Her team, Core 21, had topped the first phase. They were one of the twenty teams selected for the second phase in the undersea Jjordic capital of Zagran. Maia had intended to enjoy every moment of this brief break between the phases, and she mostly did. Except for the nights. Every night was a battle against the inevitable, and every day started in a haze of outlandish dreams from the night before. There were scores of them, but one nightmare kept coming back—the one with the fires. Time after time, Maia woke up screaming inside as the raging inferno engulfed her.

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ABOUT S. G.

S. G. Basu is a telecommunications engineer by profession, but she likes to call herself a dreamer. Imagination, fueled by a voracious appetite for books, has been her steady friend since childhood. She discovered her passion for writing quite by chance and there has been no stopping her since then.

Find out more about the futuristic worlds she creates, the characters that are real with their emotions and ambitions, successes and failures, at www.sgbasu.com.

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Wednesday, April 8, 2015

EARTHS IN SPACE VOL. 2 by Daniel Sherrier

EARTHS IN SPACE VOL. 2: WE MUST EVOLVE
by Daniel Sherrier

Life can evolve. Amena saw the evidence on an ancient Earth. It wasn’t pleasant evidence, and it wasn’t evolution into sentient life, but she saw evidence.

So okay, she accepts that no little green men exist on alien worlds, but maybe one of these other Earths holds evolved humanity.

Evolution faces a powerful obstacle, however — humanity itself.

Volume 2: We Must Evolve begins with the discovery of a mysterious ark full of refugees caught in orbit over Pluto…

Wait, an ark full of refugees…?

Well, that’s one Earth that’s not evolving. But another could be doing better. It’s possible, Amena keeps telling herself…

Continuing the action-packed Earths in Space series, We Must Evolve features a novel-length journey told in four novellas — “The Pluto Factor,” “Worlds to Save,” “The New World,” and “On Hold.”

EXCERPT
Evolution was a real thing. Amena Wharry knew this for a fact. She had witnessed it in action on an Earth that no longer existed. That giant swimming eyeball was forever etched in her memory. She saw it, felt its slimy tentacles as they ensnared her, and she had regrettably killed the poor thing, though she never learned what species it had descended from. Did a race of giant eyeballs already exist deep within her Earth’s oceans? But those snakes were clearly evolved, the way they stretched their mouths unnaturally wide. Then again, that could’ve been a species of snake that had remained hidden in rainforests or was driven to extinction long ago, and those little dinosaurs might never have gone extinct over there in the first place…

The slender redhead swiped her paintbrush across a side wall in The Patrick Henry’s control room. The dull metal got old on day one, and she finally found time to rectify the horrid situation—rectify it as much as her limited artistic talents allowed. Intricate murals were beyond her abilities, and she didn’t have that much time anyway, but she could slap assorted streaks of color up and down the walls. She preferred detailed images that merited close inspection—the sort of work she’d find in art museums’ historical wings—but she settled on abstract expressionism. It was color. It broke the monotony, stimulated the brain even.

Surely people were capable of evolution. If those animals could evolve on that ancient Earth, then humanity likely had the same potential. They just never got the chance there. That civilization died young, lasted for a teensy fraction of the planet’s ten billion years. But maybe on some other Earth…

ABOUT DANIEL

Daniel Sherrier is a writer based in central Virginia. This is the guy who writes the Earths in Space and RIP series, which you’ve doubtless heard much about. Occasionally, a play he’s written gets performed somewhere. He graduated from the College of William & Mary in 2005, where he earned a degree in the ever-lucrative fields of English and Theatre. Recently, he achieved his black belt in Thai kickboxing. And there was that one time he jumped out of an airplane, which was memorable.

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Friday, April 3, 2015

FIRE ABOVE by C. H. MacLean

FIRE ABOVE
By C. H. MacLean

I love her so much, I'd risk anything.

She and I don't have names. We're just slaves, after all. But our hearts don't care, and we're lucky, we have a chance at a scrap of happiness in our terrible lives. My father is the Queen's pet.

But when my love discovers the lords' newest atrocity, she lashes out, does the unthinkable, and attacks one of them. Her courage is heroic, but now they have stuffed her in prison, getting ready to slaughter her.

With nothing to lose, I dare to dream of a life far from the lords. I fight for our freedom, and escape to the woods with my love. We can do no less than free all of our people in the effort.

Our flight through the woods is only the start of our journey. The lords’ flaming attacks, their deception, the loss of so many of my people—I don't know if I will survive, or if I even want to. But for my love, I will do almost anything, even battle the fire above.

EXCERPT
Carefully not looking at the lord, I missed the cue that she was about to puppet my body. My nephew grunted as I stopped bouncing and held him a bit too tightly. The lord moved my body to stand right in front of her.

“Take it back to the castle,” she growled, then let me go enough to speak.

“I live to serve. I will run there now,” I said, and started running.

I ran almost to the forest before I felt the lord give me my body back. I didn't stop running, just changed my stride to one that actually worked, shifting my nephew to a better position. “Om mum mum um om um mum mum,” I chanted, working to keep my voice low and rumbling. It cracked once, then settled in. I wasn't completely used to sounding like my father, but it worked like a charm. My nephew leaned back to look at me with bright eyes, then snuggled into my shoulder. The smell of his hair filled my nose.

Despite the extra weight, I didn't even think of taking my secret shortcut through the forest. I could feel the lord hanging at the edges of my mind. She must be flying, keeping pace with me. I ran as fast as I could while keeping my bouncing smooth and even, working hard not to wonder where my nephew would go. He fell asleep in my arms. His trust gave my body strength, but filled my mind with worry.

ABOUT C. H.

To young C. H. MacLean, books were everything: mind-food, friends, and fun. They gave the shy middle child’s life color and energy. Amazingly, not everyone saw them that way. Seeing a laundry hamper full of books approach her, the librarian scolded C. H. for trying to check them all out. “You'll never read that many before they expire!” C. H. was surprised, having shown great restraint only by keeping a list of books to check out next time. Thoroughly abashed, C. H. waited three whole days after finishing that lot before going back for more.

With an internal world more vivid than the real one, C. H. was chastised for reading in the library instead of going to class. “Neurotic, needs medical help,” the teacher diagnosed. C. H.'s father, a psychologist, just laughed when he heard. “She's just upset because those books are more challenging than her class.” C. H. realized making up stories was just as fun as reading, and harder to get caught doing. So for a while, C. H. crafted stories and characters out of wisps and trinkets, with every toy growing an elaborate personality.

But toys were not mature, and stories weren't respectable for a family of doctors. So C. H. grew up and learned to read serious books and study hard, shelving foolish fantasies for serious work.

Years passed in a black and white blur. Then, unpredictably falling in love all the way to a magical marriage rattled C. H.'s orderly world. A crazy idea slipped in a resulting crack and wouldn't leave. “Write the book you want to read,” it said. “Write? As in, a fantasy novel? But I'm not creative,” C. H. protested. The idea, and C. H.'s spouse, rolled their eyes.

So one day, C. H. started writing. Just to try it, not that it would go anywhere. Big mistake. Decades of pent-up passion started pouring out, making a mess of an orderly life. It only got worse. Soon, stories popped up everywhere- in dreams, while exercising, or out of spite, in the middle of a work meeting. “But it's not important work,” C. H. pleaded weakly. “They are not food, or friends, or...” But it was too late. C. H. had re-discovered that, like books, life should be fun too. Now, writing is a compulsion, and a calling.

C. H. lives in a Pacific Northwest forest with five pets, two kids, one spouse, and absolutely no dragons or elves, faeries, or demons… that are willing to be named, at least.

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Thursday, April 2, 2015

CHARLATAN'S MAGIC by Patrick Bran

CHARLATAN’S MAGIC
by Patrick Bran

Love, Trickery, Murder. All are abundant in the Jewel City. Ben is a schemer and a pickpocket. He knows the city well...and he is torn. Does he betray the woman he loves? Does he have a choice? Will he follow his heart, firmly in the grasp of the beautiful Athena, or give in to the unsavory life he knows?

EXCERPT
“Are you really a magician?” Ben asked in a croaking voice.

Ming turned with a glint in his eye. "Do you believe in magic?"

"No."

"Then how could I really be a magician?"

Ben shrugged. "I could be wrong." "Oh, that's good." The old man snickered through yellowing teeth. "I like to see that you’re a man of conviction, Ben."

"Don't be a fool," said Ming's companion, if he could be called such. Ben had hardly seen the two men look at one another. The dark figure had a voice of ice.

"There is only the blackest magic in this one." Moolag pointed an accusing finger at Ming. "I have heard tell of him taking the form of a mad dog in order to spread his evil."

Ben's eyes went wide. He glanced at Ming Loo and saw a wicked smile form under the rim of his broad hat. Suddenly Ben's arm began to throb where the teeth of the hellhound had dug at his flesh.

He took a step away but that only brought him closer to the assassin, Moolag. That was no better. The man's eyes were cold, without emotion. He could easily have been made of granite. Even Ming could not dismiss his gloom.

"You don't sound as though you’re enjoying your work, Moolag."

The assassin threw a look of poison at the old man, yet still emotionless, full of danger rather than hate. His words hissed through clenched teeth.

"Just remember your promise."

Ming only grinned.

"How could I forget?"

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ABOUT PATRICK

Patrick Bran spent much of his early life moving around. He traveled from the Middle East to Antarctica by way of the US Army. When he returned home to Washington State, Patrick quickly began what would become a lifelong involvement in theatre. His work in stagecraft eventually took him to Washington DC, where he built scenery for a nationally-renowned regional theatre. When progress demanded it, Patrick left the scene shop and took the reins of the theatre's young web presence, a job he has been doing for more than a decade. Patrick still lives in Washington DC with his wife and two daughters. He writes fiction and gets his best ideas from ancient history, myth and the legends of the past.

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Monday, March 30, 2015

TEARS FOR A WORLD by Alexander Fernandez

TEARS FOR A WORLD
by Alexander Fernandez

The holy artifact bonded around Marisylia Malludar's neck gives her incredible physical and magical powers—at a price. The bloody piece of vein is consuming Marisylia's body inch by inch, her skeletal hands and feet only the beginning of a slow death. A cruel sorceress and her assassins are on the hunt for Marisylia to steal the artifact. Religious fanatics, volatile and unstable in their blind faith, also seek her to exploit the vein’s most dangerous purpose—liberating the erratic Creator of the World, Lysielle, from her 1,000 year incarceration.

With the vein the key to Lysielle’s freedom, Marisylia must use her abilities to survive long enough to find Lysielle first. Then her most grim challenge awaits—deciding if the Creator has truly repented for attempting to destroy all life. To achieve global peace, Marisylia must discover faith in the unpredictable Lysielle or rely on her own instincts to set the world’s fate.

EXCERPT
Marisylia blinked and rubbed milk out of her eyes, but the mob wasn’t finished. A stiff hand shoved her from behind and she stumbled against the table. Unfinished slices of pie and rolls of bread pelted her.

With nowhere to hide, she dove into the horde and tried to shove her way out. Most of the people only yelled insults as they let her pass. Others bumped her roughly with their shoulders, tried to trip her, or pushed her around so she bounced back and forth between pairs of hands.

One woman caught Marisylia and carefully steadied her. She peered into the woman’s eyes, one friendly person amid the riled swarm. The lady smiled softly, then suddenly spit into Marisylia’s face.

When the saliva splattered her cheek, Marisylia stopped caring why the citizens acted like this. Whether due to fear of the religious power, worry that it would infest Three Fingers, or simply senseless anger, none of it mattered anymore since the time to quit had arrived.

All of her determination to succeed had been ripped to shreds by the crowd. Each hand that shoved, every object that struck, drained her enthusiasm. Her devotion to the religion had drowned in the woman’s spit. It was all too much. Marisylia didn’t have Milick’s iron skin or Shri Lilyn’s boldness. She had nothing, only the desire to run away and forget everything.

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AN INTERVIEW WITH ALEXANDER
-What inspired you to become a writer?

Hello Mary, I’m very grateful to you for hosting my novel. As a kid, English was always my favorite subject because I loved reading cool stories in class such as A Wrinkle in Time, Of Mice and Men, The Westing Game, and many others. Most kids saw the reading and writing assignments as a chore, but the stories enthralled me to the point where I would get in trouble for reading in class when we weren’t supposed to. Writing was exciting, and since youth I wanted to create my own stories.

-If you could visit your book’s world for a day, what one thing would you do?

Wow. Meeting the Creator of the world, Lysielle, would top my day. Who wouldn’t want to meet a deity? The moment would be awkward with her being stuck in prison, but at least she wouldn’t run away. Maybe I could give her an interview, much like this one! Then again, I might be too fascinated (or afraid) to say anything. After all, Lysielle is accused of trying to destroy the world if set free.

-Give us a fun or interesting fact you learned researching this book.

I had a blast reading about the different terminology and methods used to create and manipulate musical notes. In the story, the Song of Earth is used to move terrain and communicate with special, holy beings called Drests. I wanted to create a unique language out of music, a way for the protagonist, Marisylia, to communicate with the Drests. She had to create the Song in her mind and alter things like trills, chords, crescendos, ballads, sharps, flats, bass, and tempo.

-Which of your characters would you go out for drinks and pizza with?

General Aerilly Kishineous would by my date…er, companion. I don’t think that warrior has ever had a day of fun in her life. Way too uptight and hard-nosed. Maybe a few cold ones and some tasty food like pizza would help her relax. Who knows, she just might lapse into chill-mode and actually be cool to hang around with. If not, I’m sure a gauntleted fist to my nose would end the night.

-If you could go back in time and give your pre-published self one piece of advice, what would it be?

Good question. I think many writers out there always have that “one thing” they could have done better or been more prepared for. After stepping out of my time machine, I would tell myself to do more research on promotion and marketing before release day. That way I would have a better grasp on social media, networking, and getting my work out there. Mountains and seas of books everywhere, physical and digital, make it difficult for new writers to get recognition.

-Is there a genre you could never write? Which and why?

I love horror stories and movies, even the cheesy ones that are supposed to be scary but make you laugh. My attempt at writing horror might produce that same result. I would love to write a story and put a good, serious fright into people, but instead a whole lot of cheese may be the outcome. As much as I enjoy it, horror seems like a tough genre to crack.

ABOUT ALEXANDER

Alexander Fernandez was born in Santa Monica, CA and grew up in Rancho Cucamonga. Currently serving over 20 years in the United States Air Force, he lives with his wife Helem in Rocklin, CA.

Alex has been writing fantasy stories since early childhood for both school and for pleasure. He hopes to make a lasting emotional impact in his readers. He thrives in the exhilaration of creating memorable characters and adventures that become a part of the reader’s life.

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