Friday, 1 July 2016

2016 Brain to Books Indie Pride Day Book Blast

Indie Pride Day is 1 July 2016! In celebration, Independent artists around the world have built a wave of sales, freebies, and giveaways all in celebration of the independent artist.

The Brain to Books Book Blast is taking place HERE

Brain to Books is hosting an Author Showcase on Goodreads!

Blog Tours are happening on a number of blogs. 

Here on Just Books, I'm spotlighting a few of the new releases.

Fire and Lies
(Tales of the Drui Book #2)

by Angela B. Chrysler
Released: 1 July 2016

“I was there at the core buried deep within the earth where the Seidr dwells. But something was wrong, very wrong, and I can’t find the words to call it by name.”

Blood waters the fields of Alfheim. War rips across the land of usurped kings and elves. The Fae gods draw near, and Queen Kallan’s strength is tested as she follows King Rune into Alfheim. But the Shadow Beast caged within Rune’s body writhes in hunger, and Kallan’s newest companion, Bergen the legendary Berserk, is determined to end the conflict with her life.

As the witch, the king, and the berserk come together, the truth buried within the past resurfaces. Now, Kallan must master a dormant power or watch her kingdom fall to the Fae who will stop at nothing to keep their lies. 

Fire and Lies (Tales of the Drui Book #2) picks up right where Dolor and Shadow left off, concluding one chapter of Kallan’s life as the next chapter begins.


      At the farthest most ends of Midgard where Alfheim begins, Fae goddess Fand gazed upon Kallan’s fair city. Lorlenalin. The White Opal. The Dokkalfar citadel. Humming a ditty, she collected her skirts and idly guided through the wood surrounding the city.
      Like threads of gold, Seidr flowed from the tips of Fand’s fingers. It flowed down her gown and branched across the first autumn frost that glistened in the moonlight as if the Fae gods themselves had emerged from Under Earth and touched down on the lands of Midgard. Like veins, the Seidr webbed a path to the city. The life she found there was strong, but hollowed with grief for their missing queen. Fand called back the Seidr, and she smiled. Memories of the dead never survive the ages. It was only a matter of time before the Dokkalfar forgot their precious queen.
      “This won’t be too hard.”
      Fand took a step and strips of leather wove themselves around her bare foot. By the time she took a second step, she wore a pair of fine leather boots. Her gowns of Under Earth re-knitted themselves into something simpler, but just as suggestive. Just as inviting. The gems she wore to ordain her bodice became grains of golden sand that vanished with the wind. Her cheekbones rounded out. Her pearlescent skin darkened so at to look more like a daughter of Alfheim instead of the pale jeweled complexion a Fae goddess of Eire’s Land.
      Fand pushed a hand through her raven black hair, sending strands of Seidr streaking the black and changing her hair to a pale blond by the time her fingers reached the tips of her hair.
      By the time Fand stepped into a beam of moonlight where the Dokkalfar guards could see her, all that remained of her original appearance was the stunning rings of gold Seidr that encircled her pupils and the mesmermizing smile that arched her red lips.
      By dawn, only two would remember the name of Kallan, Daughter of Eyolf, Queen and Lady of Lorlenalin.

Dolor and Shadow (Tales of the Drui Book #1)

As the elven city burns, Princess Kallan is taken to Alfheim while a great power begins to awaken within her. Desperate to keep the child hidden, her abilities are suppressed and her memory erased. But the gods have powers as well, and it is only a matter of time before they find the child again.

When Kallan, the elfin witch, Queen of Lorlenalin, fails to save her dying father, she inherits her father’s war and vows revenge on the one man she believes is responsible: Rune, King of Gunir. But nothing is as it seems, and the gods are relentless. A twist of fate puts Kallan into the protection of the man she has sworn to kill, and Rune into possession of a power he does not understand.

From Alfheim, to Jotunheim, and then lost in the world of Men, these two must form an alliance to make their way home, and try to solve the lies of the past and of the Shadow that hunts them all.

Angela B. Chrysler

Angela B. Chrysler is a writer, logician, philosopher, and die-hard nerd who studies theology, historical linguistics, music composition, and medieval European history in New York with a dry sense of humor and an unusual sense of sarcasm. She lives in a garden with her family and cats.

While writing, Ms. Chrysler snuggles her cats and survives on coffee, Guinness, and the writings of Edgar Allan Poe who strongly influences her style to this day. When she is not writing, she enables her addictions to all things nerdy, and reads everything she can get her hands on no matter the genre. Occasionally, she finds time to garden, mother her three children, and debate with her life-long friend who she eventually married.

Illusional Reality
by Karina Kantas

Released: 12 March 2016

A unique romantic fantasy!

Nobody expects to stare death in the face only to find out your entire life is a lie. Rescued by Salco, marketing executive Becky finds herself in an unknown magical world filed with happy people that try to forget their land is on the brink of destruction.

Becky will soon learn that her arrival is no accident. If learning that she is Thya, the heir of the enchanting land isn’t enough, she’s then told that an Oracle prophesied that she will save the gentle Tsinians from slavery and domination by Darthorn, the Warlord of Senx.

It is at a festival where she is introduced to the Tsinian council and her kinsmen, that she learns the whole truth. The council are so certain that a union between Darthorn’s son, Kovon and Thya will create peace between the two lands. However, Darthorn has plans for Tsinia as does Kovon for Thya and neither are good.

Although her future has been planned and if she is to save Tsinia she must marry Kovon, Thya gives her heart to another. A love that is forbidden and dangerous.

Illusional Reality is a story about hope, courage, love and sacrifice.
‘This story is unique. No typical fantasy stereotyping.’

Buy now and start reading instantly.

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Heads & Tales
by Karina Kantas

Perfect bedtime reading.

Heads & Tales has had a makeover!
This diverse collection of flash and short fiction has been sliced, diced, moulded and freshened up inside and out.

28 short stories that will delight, fright and leave you questioning your sanity.

Tales of romance, thrillers, horror, comedy, scifi, fantasy, historical romance and the supernatural.

Karina Kantas

Karina Kantas is the author of the popular OUTLAW series.
Thrillers involving outlaw motorcycle clubs.

She also writes short stories and when her imagination is working over time, she writes thought provoking dark flash fiction.
There are many layers to Karina's writing style and talent. As you will see in her flash fiction collections. And in UNDRESSED she opens up more to her fans. Giving them another glimpse of her warped mind.
When Karina isn't busy working on her next best seller, she's designing teasers, book trailers, recording audio or videoing small readings and then working on Twitter and FB posts.

Karina writes in the genres of fantasy, romance, sci-fi, horror, thrillers and comedy.

Her inspirations are the author S.E.Hinton and the rock band Iron Maiden.

You can find her on Facebook and Twitter, where she loves hanging out with her readers.

(The Birthrite Series, #2)

by Tiffany Apan

To be released: July 2016

It is the summer of 1933 and nearly two years since that fateful Halloween night in Plains, New York.

Born and raised in Dayton, Ohio, eighteen-year-old Cletus Blake spends his days working to help his family through the massive economic recession spreading throughout the United States and many other areas of the world. As society struggles to accept that the economic surge of the 1920s are long gone, Cletus also clings to the memory of his last phone conversation with his cousin Dorothy. Having formed and maintained a relationship with two of her close friends - the recently married Reginald and Gail Carr Johnson - the three find solace in regular communication with one another.

Like Dorothy, Cletus possesses supernatural abilities inherited through his bloodline. His vivid dreams and visions - including ones of a beautiful young Romani woman and twin baby boys - continue to increase in strength. Meanwhile, Reginald and Gail begin falling prey to dark adversaries that have been lying in wait.

Evil surrounds at every turn, old friends race to help, and ancient evil re-emerges. A war between worlds brews beneath the surface, threatening to rip the protective seams that keep the portals sealed.

Then in the midst of it all, Cletus happens upon a caravan traveling through his Ohio town. The very familiar Romanichal family's history ties not only to his own past, but to all the kin of the four men that experienced worlds outside of their own on that summer solstice in 1844. All are linked to a future that will reunite the Blakes and the Livingstons, two families that at one time, shared a very unlikely friendship.

Kindred is the second full-length novel in The Birthrite Series. Picking up from where Descent and Sacred Atonement: A Novelette left off, the story continues to challenge all that is known about light and dark, good and evil. Passion, intrigue, and secrets abound as history unravels. Revelations uncovered in previous installments are given new perspectives, taking the reader on a thrilling ride into a world where nothing is ever what it appears to be.


Dayton, Ohio
June of 1933

The six ‘o’ clock sun lit Cletus's path as he walked home after finishing a day of work at one of the local farms. It was one of three jobs that, during the summer months, he managed to hold down. At eighteen, he still lived with his parents, Ronald and Eunice Blake, trying to help with home expenses (while also trying to save money for his own apartment and car) by working as many hours as he was able. Farming in the Midwest was not as lucrative has it was prior to the 1929 stock market crash, but many communities were still pulling together, managing to stay afloat, and therefore make some work available. In recent years, reports of soup and bread lines in the cities were increasing and dominated the media. Some of the destitute were hopping on the nearest locomotive passing their area, maintaining discretion inside a freight car while traveling illegally until reaching the next rural or suburban area. In these parts, residents often traded goods for labor, but still found themselves in a bind when trying to accommodate everyone who came into their town in search of work. Those not fortunate enough had to find yet another train to hop aboard, heading to the next town and their future still uncertain.

Cletus glanced up toward the late afternoon sun as he made his way down the dirt road. From somewhere in the distance, the sound of a locomotive temporarily drowned out the calls of the evening birds of prey that hovered. The young man sighed, preferring the image of Charlie Chaplain as the happy, good-natured and somewhat bungling tramp instead of the grim faced individual with fading hope that was likely on that train.

As the sound of the engine died out, a murder of crows flew overhead. He jumped back, standing still as they disappeared to the infinite horizon. The scene reminded him of a segment in Lawrence Livingston's short story, The Child with the Black Eyes. It was a story that took place on the early Colonial frontier, long before America established itself as and entity separate from the British. The story was a simple one, yet its words left the reader extremely disturbed after the last words were read. The tale told of a small child traveling the land, knocking on the doors of residents and asking to be let in.

No one really knew what happened if someone allowed the seeming innocuous child in, but the good-hearted though unfortunate individual would end up missing or fall mysteriously and incurably ill.
Throughout his adulthood, Lawrence spent much of his time among Indian tribes of New York and Pennsylvania, learning their language, lore, and customs. In doing so, he learned of the early sightings of such creatures dating back prior to the earliest European settlers and Viking traders. It was also believed that the events that took place within the Blake family, including the dark times of Kimimela, had an influence on Lawrence, along with the dream he had at fourteen. In the dream, his father was killed by a recently deceased Nathaniel Fleming...

Thinking of Plains in its earliest form also brought his cousin Dorothy and her husband to mind. Very often, he felt her essence. At times, the two were able to communicate in dreams (something that happened on occasion since they were babies). The cousins always shared a strong bond and connection and were often able to tell when the other was happy, hurt, or in trouble, despite growing up far apart. While the events of two Novembers ago were taking place, he had a rather bizarre dream involving his cousin and a large castle in Wallachia, one covered in his high school history class...

Descent (The Birthrite series, #1)

Visions of infant twin boys, clouds, a young woman taking her own life, and a collision of space, time, and realms...

On the eve of Summer Solstice in 1844, four men in different areas of the world share an experience that impacts not only their own lives, but those of the future generations. The first man is Nicolae Ganoush, a young Romany fugitive from a slave village in Wallachia. The second is Jonathan Blake, an eighteen-year-old Irishman in the American Midwest who finds himself falling in love with a young woman from a nearby Sioux village. The third is James Livingston, a prominent figure in colonial America, and the fourth is Hector de Fuentes, a sixteen-year-old from Tuxpan, Mexico with special gifts and visions enhanced by a mysterious and wondrous cave. Each man carries his own inner battle, unbelievable ancient truths deep within their lineages, and demons that are much closer to home than any of them would like.

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Sacred Atonement: A Novella (The Birthrite series, #1.5)

"He wondered how she would react to seeing him. Not just his physical appearance, but seeing him for the first time since what happened between nearly a year ago. And what would happen once she found out what he really was?"

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Made in Heaven (A Birthrite series short)

It has only been two and a half months since Reginald and Gail returned from that fateful night, a strange set of circumstances, and world they never thought could exist.

Tiffany Apan 

Tiffany Apan grew up among the thick forests of the Appalachian Mountains in Northeastern Pennsylvania. It was there she began honing artistic abilities and received much of her creative inspiration. A misfit among her peers (she was the only one in her fifth grade writing class obsessed enough with Vikings and Norwegian mythology to write poems about them), Tiffany was highly active in the artistic community in Wilkes-Barre, PA, involving herself in all music, theater, visual arts, and writing. Eventually, she settled quite comfortably into a role as “that artsy kid in black” who sits in a coffee shop, drinking endless amounts of coffee and tea while writing furiously in a journal or sketchpad.

After graduating high school, she left the Northeastern PA ghosts for the Southeastern PA zombies (Pittsburgh). Upon the move, Tiffany became involved with the indie film scene, landing supporting roles in a couple films. This also gave way to the release of her music with partner in crime, Jason English. Since then, she has gone on to act in several films and theater productions with starring and supporting roles, release music to critical acclaim, and receive accolades for her writing and producing.

The Appalachian Mountains serve as a backdrop for many of her stories, including The Cemetery by the Lake and The Birthrite Series. You can check out more of her work (writing, music, film, etc) on her website, blog, Amazon, and other social media.

Hell Holes
Demons on the Dalton (Volume 2)

by Donald G Firesmith

Released: 26 April 2016

When huge holes mysteriously formed in Alaska’s North Slope, ExxonMobil sent a research team to discover their cause. But when an army of invading demons erupted from these hell holes, only three of the seven members survived: a husband and wife pair of scientists and a member of an ancient magical order charged with defending humanity from Hell.

Now in this exciting second book in the Hell Holes series, follow the three survivors as they flee down 350 miles of the Dalton Highway, one of the world’s most treacherous roads, as they are chased by the advancing horde of hell hounds, gargoyles, imps, and devils. Will they be overtaken before they can reach the safety of Fairbanks? And what about the military’s counter offensive? Find out by reading this unique combination of action and adventure, modern paranormal fantasy, and apocalyptic science fiction.


A man stood at Jack’s car door, his face contorted with pain. Using one arm to cradle the other against his chest, he looked like he might have broken it or dislocated his shoulder. The crash had clearly broken his nose, and he was covered in dried blood from his face down his neck and onto the front of his shirt.

Jack rolled down his window.

“Please, you gotta help me,” the stranger said, his broken nose making his voice sound like he had a terrible cold.

“Of course. What happened?”

“I was driving along, mindin’ my own business, when this huge monster fell out of the sky, landed on the hood of my car, and smashed in the windshield. I slammed on the brakes, but it hung on like it was welded to the hood. It had these huge wings, and I couldn’t see worth shit. I musta swerved onto the left side of the road ‘cause the next thing I knew, I clipped an oncomin’ SUV. That finally sent the bastard flyin’, but it also spun me around. I ended up rollin’ sideways down the road like a toad in a tin can.”

Jack looked from the man to the two wrecks lying in the road. “So… what happened to the gargoyle?”

“The creature? You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me. After the last couple of days, you’d be surprised what I might believe.”

“Well, the damned thing looked like it was dead, what with the broken bones sticking out and black blood dripping all over the place. But then it started twitchin’ and breathin’. I hid behind what’s left of my car and watched it heal itself. Then the next thing I know, it spread its wings and took off, flyin’ north towards Deadhorse.” He looked at the empty seat next to me. “Now if you don’t mind, how ‘bout givin’ me a ride? I’ve seen several of those things… What did you call it? Oh yeah, a gargoyle. Anyways, I seen several of them gargoyles flyin’ around, and I’d like to put some miles between me an’ those monsters.”

“Okay. Hop in. We’ll take you at least as far as Coldfoot.”

The man quickly agreed and lost no time settling into the empty seat next to me. Not wanting to give any nearby gargoyles or hellhounds a stationary target, Jack put the SUV into 4-wheel drive, pulled back onto the road, and then floored it. Soon we were once more flying down the dangerous road as fast as he dared.

“You want me to help you with your seatbelt?” I asked, concerned that he wouldn’t be able to buckle in by himself.

“Na, Never wear the things. Figger when it’s my time, it’s my time an’ no seatbelt’s goin’ ta change that.”

Not knowing how to react to that, I asked, “So were you on your way up to Deadhorse or heading down south?”

“South. I managed to get to my car during a brief lull between attacks. Those damned demon dogs were everywhere, and the little red devils had just started to roam the streets and break into buildings. I was damned lucky to get out of Deadhorse alive. At least, I was lucky until that cross between a lion and mutant bat dropped out of the sky onto the hood of my car. I don’t mind admitting it. The damned thing scared the shit out of me. Then, the next thing I know, I’m waking up in what was left of my car.”

He paused, leaned closer to me, and asked, “And do you know what happened next?”

That was when I noticed it: the faint sulfurous smell that was a sure sign I was sitting next to a demon. Somehow a demon had disguised himself as a human! I was too shocked to hide my sudden panic, and he realized he’d been recognized.

His appearance shimmered for an instant, and then suddenly, the injured man disappeared and I could see his true form. He was a devil, one of the higher demons that commanded the hellhounds, gargoyles, and imps. Now I could see him for what he truly was: hideously ugly and doubly naked. Not only was he sitting there without any clothes, he was grotesquely nude because like all demons he lacked anything we would call skin. Under a transparent membrane, his dark red muscles and the purplish arteries and veins that fed them were clearly visible. Still, it wasn’t his yellow goat-like eyes or even his repulsive body that terrified me. It was the demon’s impossibly large mouth. The monstrous creature was like a python, able to dislocate its jawbones to swallow animals larger than its head. His upper and lower jaws formed a near perfect circle of triangular serrated teeth. He leaned towards me, and I did what any reasonable person would do when facing imminent death by being eaten alive. I screamed.

Simultaneously, Aileen pointed her wand at the demonic monster and yelled, “Demorior demonia!”

Hell Holes: What Lurks Below (Volume 1)

A geologist, his climatologist wife, two graduate students, a local newspaper reporter, an oil company representative, and a field biologist travel to one of dozens of huge holes that have mysteriously appeared in the tundra of the North Slope of Alaska. Their mission is to research these strange craters that threaten financial and environmental catastrophe should they open up under the Trans-Alaska Pipeline or any of the many oil wells and smaller pipelines that feed it. Unfortunately, a far worse danger lurks below, one that threatens to destroy all of humanity when it emerges. Who will live and who will die on Hell Day and as the team flees south towards Fairbanks?

Volume 1 in the Hell Hole series, this book's genre is primarily paranormal and fantasy with bits of science fiction, action/adventure, and horror thrown into the mix.

Donald Firesmith

A computer geek by day, Donald Firesmith works as a system and software engineer helping the US Government acquire large, complex software-intensive systems. In this guise, he has authored seven technical books, written numerous software- and system-related articles and papers, and spoken at more conferences than I can possibly remember. He is also proud to have been named a Distinguished Engineer by the Association of Computing Machinery, although his pride is tempered somewhat by worrying whether the term “distinguished” makes him sound more like a graybeard academic rather than an active engineer whose beard is still more red than gray.

By night and on weekends, his alter ego writes fantasy novels and relaxes by handcrafting magic wands from various magical woods and mystical gemstones. His first foray into fiction is the book Magical Wands: A Cornucopia of Wand Lore written under the pen name Wolfrick Ignatius Feuerschmied. He is currently writing Hell Holes 3: To Hell and Back. He lives in Crafton, Pennsylvania with his wife Becky, his son Dane, and varying numbers of dogs, cats, and birds.

A Necessary Act
by Tony Wirt
Released: 11 April 2016

Can you stop a serial killer before he starts? If so, should you? How far would you go?

The students at Lake Mills Community High School knew there was something wrong with Scott – but what David saw firsthand was more than they could ever imagine. He and his best (only) friend Matt were content to keep their suspicions to themselves until a simple trip to the library sets them on parallel trajectories where even the most careful plans have unexpected consequences that can rock a community and reverberate long after they're gone.

Fifteen years later, Matt loses his high-profile reporter gig and is forced to return to the town he did everything he could to leave behind. He gets a shot at redemption with the small-town weekly where he started and quickly discovers a community that has moved on from the past. Well, everybody but David. He remembers everything and doesn’t buy a thirty-something Scott’s “normal” act. There's a madman hovering inside. After all, some people never change, right?

Something the entire town is reminded of when the first dead girl turns up.

Tony Wirt

I got my first taste of publication in first grade, when my essay on Airplane II: The Sequel appeared of my elementary school’s Creative Courier.
Questionable parental movie supervision notwithstanding, seeing something I had written in print was invigorating. So after spending my formative years running around a small town in rural Iowa, I enrolled in the University of Iowa and eventually picked up degrees in Journalism and Communication Studies. During that time I also spent three years writing for the Daily Iowan.
After graduation crossed over to the media relations world in the University of Iowa Sports Information Department, where I spent nine years on the road, running stats and frantically writing postgame stories before the team bus left.
I only got left behind once.
Marriage and a baby made road trips an impossibility, so I thought the life of a stay-at-home dad would be the perfect way to finally write that novel that had been bouncing around my head for years.
How cute is that?
Needless to say, caring for a 6-month-old leaves precious little time to breathe, let alone write. I was barely able to keep up with the fake blog I decided to make for her at 3 a.m. the day she was born.
But despite being parented by me, the kid got older and my novel idea poked its head out from under an avalanche of dirty diapers. I was ready to start writing.
Just in time to find out we were having another kid.
This time I knew what I was getting into, however, and I hustled to get whatever I could down before the next avalanche arrived. It was about 14,000 words, and it wasn’t good, but it was the seed from which A Necessary Act grew.
That was six years, six drafts and a move to Minnesota ago. There were plenty of detours along the way, including a stint writing opinion pieces as a member of the Rochester Post-Bulletin’s Editorial Advisory Board, but I finally got the book done.
I can’t say if it’s good or not—that’s your job—but it’s full of the things I like. Creepy bad guys, twists and bad decisions made for good reasons.
Hope you like it—

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  1. Thank you for hosting The Birthrite! Hope everyone enjoys the rest of #IndiePrideDay!

    1. You're welcome, Tiffany.
      I had a great #IndiePrideDay, hope everyone else did too!