Friday, 30 November 2018

#galaxygirl by Bev Smith


You hate school. Your family is beyond annoying. Your only friend comes from a different planet, and she’s about to leave.

What’s a girl to do?

Fed up with life on Earth, Esme stows away on the spaceship taking Stella back to Planet Kratos.

So begins Esme’s adventure into a world beyond the stars. A world of strange creatures, thrilling journeys, heroic rescues and instant fame.

Oh, and school. Lots of school.

Along the way she discovers that friends may be greener on the other side, but they still can’t be trusted.

Millions and billions of light years away from Earth, she sets in motion a plan to escape. Unfortunately for her, they aren’t about to let their prize exhibit leave anytime soon…



Extract:

#galaxygirl features a series of blog posts written by Esme to help her mum ‘come to terms’ with her decision to run away and live in outer space. The following extract gives a first glimpse of her home life:

      That afternoon, I walked home from school with all the enthusiasm of an asthmatic tortoise who’d developed a painful limp. I wondered what new delights awaited at that place we optimistically called ‘home’.
      Isaac and Maisie have perfected the art of being the most annoying little brother and sister in the world. I had no doubt they’d be applying these skills when I got in. Especially as their dad was taking them out for the evening – which always made them more irritating than usual.
      I wondered, not for the first time, what my dad was like… You never liked to talk about him, Mum, but whatever happened between the two of you shouldn’t have stopped me having a relationship with him.
      Something I read in the RE classroom came to mind – If life chucks lemons at you, just pick them up and make lemonade. Right then, I felt like I had enough lemons to set up a lemonade factory AND a chain of lemonade shops across the country.
      Daisy Way was as busy as ever. Kids playing football in the street, being shouted at by the old man at number forty-four. Two dustbins had already been knocked over, so I didn’t blame him.
      The street’s name was a clever disguise, designed to trick people into thinking it was a lovely place to live. But the noisiest people in Bournecombe all seem to have been dumped here.
      As usual there was plenty going on when I walked in. You were with your mates in the front room, the TV properly blaring out. One of them was in full flow, sobbing about the latest ‘chapter’ in her love life.
      One of your friend’s kids was crying to Maisie about hurting his toe, ‘the one which went to market’. Her other kid was busy stealing marbles from Maisie’s jar, the one she got for her seventh birthday.
      Isaac was on the toilet, shouting, ‘Hey everybody, my poo is ready and waiting to leave bottom town, right about… NOW! Choo choo! Choo choo!’
      Situation normal.
      While you were busy ignoring all of this, I wandered into the kitchen. I couldn’t help overhear you trying to comfort your friend. ‘Never mind, there’s plenty more fish in the sea.’ You said the same thing to her when she broke up with her last boyfriend.
      I honestly don’t know why you bother. Maybe you should all just focus on your daytime TV shows and forget about men?
      With Come Whine With Me blaring out from the front room, I managed to find a clean glass amongst the debris of the kitchen cupboards. Taking my juice upstairs and laying down on my bed I thought how, just for once, I’d like to come home to a quiet house. Not have two or three of your mates moping about the place.



Author Bio:

 Bev Smith has been a secondary school teacher, saleswoman, waitress, wages clerk, youth worker and holiday park entertainments manager. She has scuba dived the Barrier Reef, lived in a village in Namibia, worked for a charity in Thailand, flown over Victoria Falls and paddled in the sea at Bournemouth.

Having single-parented her three daughters, she’s been ferociously playing catch up with this writing lark. She recently completed a Masters in Writing for Children at Winchester University. #galaxygirl is her debut middle-grade book.






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Thursday, 29 November 2018

Future Comes from Behind by STK Chan



Title: Future Comes from Behind
Series: Paradigm Shift, #1
Author: STK Chan
Genre: Science Fantasy


Fighting what we've become.
An ancient dimension of dark echoes from the past.

Lisa and her family barely manage to escape an invasion from the Rebel army in their home of Malta. Shortly after this episode, she discovers Exo, the ancient dimension she cannot understand until her late 20s. Exo is made of memories of the past; it brings forth all the strong echoes we leave behind. Lisa desperately wants to resolve the conflicts of this inner world peacefully, but quickly learns she must fight the shadows in people's hearts, materialized through battle re-enactments, warfare and emotional turmoil.

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Excerpt:

Soon the windows revealed smaller buildings and less crowded streets. The train grew emptier too. Lisa heard the monotonous hum of the wheels more clearly; it slowed her heartbeat down to a peaceful pace. In a flash, as she had done many times before, she crossed into what she believed to be a dreaming state of mind.

A dense forest surrounded her. It was cold, and patches of snow covered the ground.

It feels so real… But I wanted a nice view of wild, untamed mountains. And a waterfall. And why can’t I better control the season or the clothes I’m wearing? Lisa wondered, shivering a little. There! She finally spotted an exit from the curtain of trees.

Below, a large lake covered with floating sheets of ice lay at her feet. She was indeed on a mountain. The fresh air was freezing, but she breathed it in eagerly, ignoring the abundant vapors of her warm breath.

What could this resemble? Canada? Alaska? Lisa had learned that, by focusing very deeply with closed eyes, she could sometimes change her clothing or some of the details around her.

This time, only a long scarf appeared on her shoulders after she opened her eyes. “Not enough,” she said, shivering, but proceeded to walk along the cliff regardless. Minutes later, she stopped to take a better look into the distance. A boat? I don’t want to come across any other people this time...Ah, it’s just a log. She could not stand the cold any longer, so she thought about getting back.

Greg raised an eyebrow when he noticed her repeated blinking.

“Your lucid dreams again?”

Lisa nodded in confession.

“Where did you go this time?”

“Far…far from these many babylons.”

“Just another reason why we are a perfect match.” He smiled.

“They are so real. And they feel so long, though they really last just a fraction of a second.”

“Do you meet any people in there?”

“Yes, but I avoid them. It scares me to death how intense and unpredictable they are. Last week I met a tribe in Africa and before that I was in the middle of a medieval city.”

“Lucky you,” said Greg. “It’s a strange yet blissful anomaly, to escape reality like that.”


Author Bio:

A fan of nourishing SF&F fiction. Seeker of essential truths in historical non-fiction. Exploring life for almost half a century. Delivering action and matters of the inner self.

"Chan has license to be more philosophical and issue-oriented, and on the whole he blends together different genres well."  (John Staughton, SPR)






Tuesday, 27 November 2018

Death By Poison by Gary Evans


Title: Death By Poison
Author: Gary Evans
Genre: Thriller
Date Published: Spring 2018




Beautiful assassin Genevieve Wangen continues to work on her deadly concoctions from her secret lab in the woods, far from the prying eyes of the law. But just as soon as she has love and a new life in her sights, Genevieve is pulled into a far more dangerous high-stakes game of cat and mouse. She already upended her life and identity once. How far will she need to go this time to stay alive?





Reviews:
"Make sure you set aside extra time, cancel any appointments and don't plan on sleeping! Once you start reading this book you will not want to put it down until you have finished it. Gary definitely has a way with words. His writing flows and is filled with great lines and an even greater story. He is a natural storyteller. This second book in the series is even better than the first." - Shelley Olsen, Owner, Paperbacks and Pieces Bookstore
"A major eureka page-turner, Evans has spun an original web of intrigue . . . that will be eagerly shared by murder mystery readers!" - Rollie Wussow has Midwest roots and is a semi-retired healthcare executive in sunny New Mexico
“As a journalist and author (and especially over a glass of wine), Gary has always been a master storyteller with a rich eye for the humorous and the ridiculous. Death by Poison features wonderful characters, rich dialogue, and a compelling tale. Like Gary, it’s great fun.” - Rusty Cunningham, Executive Editor, La Crosse Tribune


Previous in the Series:

Death by Drowning
July 2017

When Shawn Sorenson drowned in 1987, no one in La Crosse, Wisconsin, took much notice. They thought it was simply another drunken accident. When another student, Tad Schwartz, drowned a year later, the residents began to suspect foul play. Why else would a healthy young man drown? Even so, the police had no leads or clues to suggest anything other than a tragic accident. Were these truly accidental deaths? Suspicion became reality one fateful morning in 2011 when Police Detective Allan Rouse, Sheriff's Deputy Charlie Berzinski, and pathologist Rick Olson pulled the 15th victim from the river. The body had a tale to tell.

Dr. Olson, physician Patricia Grebin, and researcher Sarah Giles discover an obscure piece of evidence. It leads Berzinski and Rouse down a tangled trail of clues before reaching a mind-boggling conclusion. Will Berzinski and Rouse catch the killer before it's too late? Filled with intrigue, betrayal, and gut-twisting suspense, Death by Drowning will draw readers into a Midwestern town full of secrets and clues as breathtaking as the Mississippi River.



Coming Soon in the Series:

Death by Payback
Published November 2018


After confessing to killing fourteen young men in La Crosse,Wisconsin, sultry serial killer Genevieve Wangen escapes custody for the second time. Aided by her Mafia contacts, she settles in at a remote cabin in the Bitterroot Mountains of Montana. Now, safely hidden behind her new identity as Samantha Walters, she happily continues her deadly work for the Carbones. But Detective Al Rouse and Deputy Charlie Berzinski are bent on locking her away for good. When they finally catch up to her, as she is about to wed her latest debonair lover, Genevieve finds that she must escape more than just the law!





Author Bio:

Gary Evans has turned his passion for novel writing into a post-retirement career, with book four soon to be released, and book five already in the works. Evans spent 30 years in Midwest newsrooms as an award-winning writer, editor, and publisher. He spent 12 years as vice president at Winona State University. He ended his career as the president and CEO of Hiawatha Broadband Communication, one of the nation’s first alternative entrant telecommunications firms, after 15 years. Married to Ellen, they have two grown children, Gregory and Natalie.







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Monday, 26 November 2018

Green Tunics Of Noon By Victoria Lynn Osborne


Title: Green Tunics Of Noon
Series: The Great Wyrm Saga Book 2
Author: Victoria Lynn Osborne
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Publisher: Azure Spider Publications
Publication Date: October 1, 2018

Will the daughter of prophecy prevail?


The Daughter of Prophecy has joined with her Regalta. Jarvis’s ships have conquered the lands of men. Now the islands of men are enshrouded in darkness stunting the growth of plants and animals. Supplies flow from Jarvis’s islands, but are they safe? Monsters fill the villages and cities. Are they mutated cannibals of the once peaceful fishermen?

Meanwhile in the land of the syln, Jarvis launches an attack on their biggest food producing island. His new allies pour in, ones that are immune to syln magic. Jarvis struggles to deal with the implications of these supernatural beings.

Can Levet turn the tide against the dragons, or is she hampered by crippling headaches every time she has to defend herself?

Cindar lays eggs by the dozens and already the islands are filled with new terrors. Dragons are appearing on all islands, harassing their defenders or learning from the citizens.

Don’t miss the next exciting book in the Great Wyrm Saga.

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Excerpt:

         Jolene Anderson brushed her wavy auburn locks from her emerald green eyes and peered through a microscope at the sample brought to her. The yellow residue smelled of rotten eggs. She ran it through the centrifuge and separated the solution into its various parts.
         “This isn’t sulfur,” she muttered to herself. She carefully put the separated infusion into test tubes and labeled them.
         This would require using alchemy to further identify it. She would need to set up the apparatus to study them. Next she turned her attention to the millions of spiders. She put some of them in a viewing cup and slipped the device under the microscope. Using tiny tweezers, she broke off a leg and slipped it into the electron microscope.
         “That’s odd,” she muttered, making a note in her book. “These spiders have no DNA.”
         She took the samples into the laboratory. The inlaid circle flared to life as she activated the protections. She pulled supplies off the shelf, including several vials of holy water, manroot, belladonna, and whoresbreath.
         The small cauldron was soon heated. Whispering an incantation, she slipped the spider into the solution. “Show me what you are,” she whispered, waving her hand over the bubbling pot.
         The solution whirled brown and blue and the scent of rotten eggs filled the air. A spider appeared, only this spider had the head and body of a beautiful woman. This tiny woman had red luscious lips pursed in a blown kiss.
         “What the hell is that?” Jolene took out a film camera and snapped a picture. The vision faded and disappeared in a puff of smoke.
         Jolene sat in the residual smoke, allowing herself to free-associate. She jotted down whatever came to mind as the scent faded from the alchemical lab. The spider/woman was called a whore’s curse, and she infected whores and their johns. Once in the world, they would spread quickly. No known way to stop them.
         After her writing session ended, Jolene rubbed her fingers on her slacks. A bell in the main lab notified her that someone had come into the lab.
         She shrugged into her lab coat and answered the summons. Dave Dobrowski, the detective from the Firemountain sheriff’s department, stood inside the lab.
         “Dobrowski,” she greeted. She held her clipboard in her hands as she made a note.
         “Have you gotten results from the samples turned in last night?” He flashed his badge.
         “I know who you are.” Jolene took the printout from the computer. “I have run several tests, both scientific and occult. I am not sure how it’s possible, but these spiders have no DNA. Furthermore, the yellow substance that was all over the body is brimstone. When I ran the spider through the occult chemistry diffuser, it revealed that there was a tiny spider with a woman’s body and head attached. It is called ‘whore’s curse’ and is extremely virulent.”
         “What does that mean?” Dobrowski asked.
         “Well, this will spread. I learned from free-writing that this will spread through the prostitutes and destroy them and their clients.”
         “Should we put the whorehouse on quarantine?”
         “I don’t think that’s necessary. I think a thorough examination of the girls each day should be sufficient. Now that I know what I am looking for, it will be easier to spot it.”
         “Okay, I will notify the madam that her physician needs to make a visit today and give them all an exam.”
         “We found more of the spiders on a second victim, but so far the whorehouse has been clean. I went out there last night to visit with a girl I know there.” He trailed off, shuffling his feet.
         “Well I’m sure it was professional.” Jolene smiled a crooked smile that revealed perfect teeth. “Why do you go out there? Isn’t it... well... pathetic?”
         Dobrowski glared at her. “You have no right to judge me. I am not someone who has no life. What I ‘get’ out there transcends simple sex.”
         Jolene felt her stomach lurch. Her own secrets seemed petty.
         “Well, call me if you find out anything new.” Dobrowski tipped his hat curtly and left the lab.
         Jolene clutched the table, her legs weak. What would he say if he knew? She glanced at her watch. It was almost time to go to her other job. She filed her findings and flipped off the lights as she locked up.


Author Bio:



Victoria Lynn Osborne lives in Southern Oregon with her muse that takes the form of a chubby little demanding house cat. This is her sixth book, she is currently enrolled to get her masters in creative writing.

Eye of the Eagle by Sharon Buchbinder


Title: Eye of the Eagle
Series: Hotel LaBelle Series Book 3
Author: Sharon Buchbinder
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Publication Date: November 12, 2018

One soars like an eagle. One strikes like a thunderbird.
But for both hearts, revenge can be deadly when it's nourished.


Anomaly Defense Director and shapeshifter Bert Blackfeather doesn't need a boss with no experience. So what if she's beautiful or gives him a jolt when she shakes his hand? He never plans to get seriously involved with another woman—not in this lifetime.

Phoebe Wagner, an empath with psychometric abilities and an advocate for the deaf, gets more than she bargained for with Bert. One touch and she relives his IED injuries. So what if he's handsome and hot? She doesn't need to add his secrets to her own. Phoebe's are bad enough.

When his niece goes missing from Hotel LaBelle, Bert goes to Montana to help—and Phoebe insists on going with him. Can these two hard-headed people share their darkest secrets in order to work together? It may be the only way to save an endangered child—and their own hearts when Bert's past rears its ugly head.


Excerpt:

Washington, D.C.

Homeland Security Headquarters

Bert Blackfeather stared at the email on his screen, re-read it for the tenth time, and shook his head in disbelief. A political appointee—a woman with absolutely no background in Homeland Security or any other intelligence matters—was now his new boss, the Under Secretary for Management. Unbelievable. Third in command of the Department of Homeland Security (DHS), assistant and advisor to the Secretary and Under Secretary on all administrative, financial, and personnel matters—and not a blessed thing in her bio indicated she was fit for the position—except the fact that her mother was the highest-ranking member of the U.S. Senate Select Committee on Intelligence.

Not that he disliked Senator Ruth Wagner. She asked good questions, some so penetrating he wondered if she had a few psychic powers of her own. Her willingness to reach across the aisle and her impeccable integrity meant she accomplished more than many of her male colleagues who had served in the role. Senator Wagner’s husband, a member of the senior leadership team of the U.S. State Department, had died in a mysterious boating accident on the Chesapeake Bay. His unoccupied twenty-two-foot power boat had run aground on Tilghman Island, and the Coast Guard recovered his body two days later. The Medical Examiner said he died from drowning in brackish water, combined with hypothermia. Arguing that the bay was salt, not fresh or brackish water, rumor had it the senator had demanded the case be reopened, but neither the Talbot County Police, the Maryland State Police, nor a private investigator could find evidence of wrongful death. Case closed, Ruth Wagner soldiered on, raising her daughter on her own, without the live-in help she could have well afforded. If Senator Wagner had been the political appointee, he would have been fine with the placement. But accept her unqualified daughter as his equal, much less his superior?

Never.

The previous Under Secretary’s management style had been much more hands off, seldom interfering with his division—unless he ran over budget. This one, on the other hand—can you say micro-manager? Already, without even asking him if he wanted to do it, with not so much as an email, the new Under Secretary had appointed him to the intra-agency and inter-agency committee to combat human trafficking, the Blue Campaign.

He had attended one session in person and found nothing of substantive value for him to contribute or learn. Besides, he had no desire to sit in face-to-face meetings while his wet-behind-the-ears boss sat with the head honchos in the enormous meeting room. In this case, maintaining a low profile was his best strategy. Rather than wasting his time watching the other directors and assistant directors vie for her attention, he chose to attend the monthly meeting by conference call.

At least that way, he could get some work done and say “Bert Blackfeather, Director of the Anomaly Defense Division” when the chair asked who beeped in on the call. No one ever questioned him not attending the meeting in person, one of the few perks of being in a wheelchair. Most people had little understanding of what he could or could not do. He allowed them to assume his disability kept him away from the face-to- face meetings—not his lack of interest in the committee.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t care about human trafficking. He did. Passionately. DHS was doing good work—between the committee meetings—not during them. The Anomaly Defense Division, however, had more than enough on its plate pursuing leads on terrorist plots. If Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) or the other divisions needed his help, they knew where to find him, even if they didn’t know exactly what he and his agents did. That information was on a need-to-know basis. And they didn’t need to know.

Irritated, he shrugged his shoulders, opened the fists he’d unconsciously been squeezing, and shook his arms to release the tension. He should have gone to the gym this morning. Thirty-three laps in the pool, some bench presses, pull-ups, biceps curls, and he’d be loose and relaxed.

Maybe.












Author Bio:

Sharon Buchbinder has been writing fiction since middle school and has the rejection slips to prove it. An RN, she provided health care delivery, became a researcher, association executive, and obtained a PhD in Public Health. She is the author of the Hotel LaBelle Series, the Jinni Hunter Series, and the Obsession Series. When not teaching or writing, she can be found fishing, walking her dogs, or breaking bread and laughing with family and friends in Baltimore, MD and Punta Gorda, FL.







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Sunday, 25 November 2018

Tordan by Immortal Angel


Title: Tordan
Series: Cyborg Warriors Book 1
Author: Immortal Angel
Genre: Science Fiction / Fantasy Romance
Release date: 20 November, 2018


A cyborg with no past. An elf with no magic. Together, their love can save their world.

Tordan woke from his chip to find out he’s a Cyborg. Filled with rage and confusion, he has no memories of his past or who he is, and no idea what freed him. But he feels a powerful, unexplainable connection to the elven prisoner in the last cell.

Deprived of her magic, princess Aielle willingly faces death to keep her people’s secrets. The last thing she expects is to be rescued by one of the sexy and lethal cyborgs enslaved by them.

Now they’re fugitives, and the secrets they are hiding are the keys to freedom for them both. Can they trust each other enough to save the world?

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About the Author:

Immortal Angel is always writing. Her speciality? Science fiction / fantasy romances that drop readers into a new world and leave them hanging on until the very end.

Growing up on sci-fi, fantasy, and romance; she can't help but weave these elements into her stories. Which, luckily for her readers, results in a whole lot of hot human men, supernatural males, and some very sexy aliens.

Immortal Angel loves to hear from her readers, and of course, she wants to hear from you! Feel free to contact her by any of the methods below:

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Saturday, 24 November 2018

Fraud at Snowfields by Daniel Klock



Title: Fraud at Snowfields
Author: Daniel Klock
Genre: Children's/Middle Grade Fantasy
Published: September 2013

B.R.A.G. Medallion Honoree: This tells a reader that this book is well worth their time and money!

Finalist "The Wishing Shelf Book Awards"


Only a short time after a strange nightmare about Bluerorcs (what the heck are they?) Will again feels like he is caught in a dream—but this time the best dream he has ever had. For Mr Chevalier visits him at his parents' house to invite him to join the White Christmas Organisation—the secret organisation that handles the production and delivery of the Christmas presents and that is headed by Father Christmas himself. Will had always been a firm believer in the magic of Christmas and now he is on his way to be part of it all as he begins his job training at Snowfields. And—while traveling with the amazing cloud-based delivery system—he has no idea what other wonders he is going to see or what he is getting himself into...

For just as he is having the time of his life with his new friends at his new school with amazing subjects as well as hard hands-on training, he is caught up in the biggest conspiracy Snowfields has seen in decades.

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Praise for Fraud at Snowfields:
“The excitement and magic seem to just jump off the pages as you are reading. This is one book that will become a tradition at my home at Christmas!” (Reviewer on Amazon)
“Daniel Klock has created a holiday classic, sure to be passed down from one generation to another.” (Reviewer on Amazon)



Author Bio:

Written by a young trauma surgeon during his time outside of the emergency room. And - against all odds - it is not bloody in the least, but full of the magic of Christmas.












Friday, 23 November 2018

Longevity: The Wardens of Time by Caleb Smith


Title: Longevity: The Wardens of Time
Author: Caleb Smith
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy


Noah Thomas is a scrawny seventh grader who is bullied to the brink in his new town. Friendless, except for sassy tomboy Wendy Sherman, who seems to lend him the confidence he needs to stand up to his oppressors. Upon stumbling into a bookshop one afternoon while on the run from some teenaged tyrants, Noah is hurled into an unexplainable adventure. Noah learns that the bookshop does, in fact, lead to the Akashic Records – a place that holds all spirit lives recorded in tablets of light. With this new found knowledge, Noah begins to grow in wisdom and confidence to face his fears. His biggest challenge comes in the form of five demonic spirits that he accidentally lets loose from a lost tablet. Will Noah succeed with the help of his guardian angel cat he calls Keeper, or will all Hell's henchman prevail?


"A spiritual thriller that skillfully celebrates determination and self-discipline" - Kirkus Reviews

Excerpt:

Noah dug into his pack and pulled out the royal blue covered book that held no title. He opened the cover and a whirlwind blew the pages, pushing his hair back as if a fan were in his face. After settling from the surprise, he made out the title: Book II: The Boy Who Flew. He opened the first page and was immediately sucked in. He let the pages go as air ravaged his entire body. He was high in the sky falling straight down. His eyes were as big as dinner plates, and he was not ready for this fantasy. He had always wanted to fly, but being forced to do so brought great anxiety. He didn’t want to close his eyes and count to three, yet he needed to get out of this situation, even if momentarily.




Author Bio:

Caleb Smith an author from Bangor Maine, holds a passion for nature, spiritual study, family, poetry, art, strength training and golf. Honesty, simplicity and a hard work ethic are the best things that shape his day.





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Wednesday, 21 November 2018

Plains of Exodus by Robert J. Burnett


Title: Plains of Exodus
Author: Robert J. Burnett
Genre: Science Fiction
Publisher: Azure Spider Publications
Publication Date: October 31, 2018


As refugees in a vast sprawling empire, mankind must find and fight for a new homeland after Earth's destruction. Plains of Exodus chronicles this epic struggle.


Mankind’s first contact with an extraterrestrial species didn’t exactly go well. The inadvertent destruction of the Earth saw a call go out to the vast and ancient empire for help. Despite the quick response to this plea for aid, the remnants of humanity find themselves refugees in an overcrowded galaxy and at the mercy of an empire whose existence predates mankind’s own existence.

Unwanted and unwelcome, humanity languishes in a dozen massive colony ships around an energy poor star.

As a young smuggler Jonah Mctier is one of those fortunate few who has access to this millennia old realm, and it is he who after fleeing a triad of imperial cruisers discovers the answer to mankind’s dilemma.

In desperation Jonah finds refuge in a parsecs deep dust cloud where he discovers not only a habitable and empty planetary system but one of the most sought after resources in the Milky Way: a spatial conduit. Except this is no ordinary conduit.

Exploitation of this unique and unknown type of spatial gateway offers an alternative to the slow but inevitable descent into extinction for the children of Adam. Key to this bright future is the need to keep their phenomenal find a secret from the resource hungry empire who would take this discovery for themselves and themselves alone.

To complicate matters Jonah discovers that there is more than one of these gateways, and for humanity to be successful in their quest mankind must hold and eventually destroy all of these rare portals.



Excerpt:

         With amazement he took in the scintillating floor. It was a star map of the galaxy. It didn’t show every system—it couldn’t; there were hundreds of billions of them—but it showed the major ones—at least the major systems of a million years ago.
         These systems were represented by gems. Diamonds for the white dwarfs, rubies for the red giants, sapphires for the hot blue stars and on and on went the incredible representation. The black velvet of space came from some stone he had never come across, and these ebon gems drank in the light to offer nothing back but emptiness and an unrelenting cold.
         “Your species plays a part now in this work,” Enselkar murmured quietly.
         Jonah shot him a quick look before returning his gaze to the jewel-strewn floor and beyond. Although the floor dominated the vast room there were other precious and rare items for him to see and wonder at. All these beautiful artifacts had one focal point and that was the throne and the four pillars surrounding it.
         The absence of light which was the throne made the midnight jewels representing open space upon the floor appear light and bright in comparison. It was like staring into a black hole where even light cannot escape.
         It was impossible to make out any real details as to the true shape of the throne because of this inky darkness, but he could see that the throne was not one seat but four or more.
         Then he realized the entire pyramid was sectioned into four. Four sections, four connected thrones, and four huge pillars reaching far above them.
         “Why the four?” He asked.
         “No one knows why exactly.” The alien said with a shrug. “These symbols are ancient and lost in the passage of many millennia. Some believe it to be because of the four directions or the four basic dimensions. Others say it represents the four species who first combined to become the Empire.”
         Enselkar began walking down the broad concourse toward the distant throne and pillars with Jonah following a step behind—his eyes going over the ancient sculptures and masterpieces of art. Every medium was in use and any one of these incredible pieces would have fetched a fortune on the open market.
         With difficulty he curbed his smuggler’s instinct to catalogue and value everything precious he saw. The majority of the pieces couldn’t be sold anyway. They were in the true sense of the word priceless.
         The sound of the major-domo clearing his throat broke Jonah free from his reverie to realize he’d fallen far behind the alien. The white locks of the functionary gleamed under the bright lights as he stood patiently before the dark faceted throne.
         Jonah moved to stand beside Enselkar before bending to examine the fantastic throne. “We cannot remain long.” Enselkar said. “The transports will be arriving shortly and the staff and courtiers will soon fill this place.”



Author Bio:

After crisscrossing the country on more than one occasion, Robert J. Burnett and his wife Louise are currently living in northern British Colombia where they hope each day that they won’t be burnt up in the massive fires ravaging the province. Coming a close second to these fears are the worries about being eaten by bears. Mosquitoes scare him too.

Rob’s favourite religion is Christianity, but he’s never met a druid or a pagan he didn’t like. That said, he doesn’t like them if they’re smelly. Same with bears.

His fondest wish is to be abducted by aliens and taken to their home-world where he will miraculously return to his mid-twenties and be given super powers.

His music likes could be said to be a bit eclectic, ranging from classical to Celtic, especially those composed by non-smelly druids or pagans.Voted in high school as most likely to lose all his teeth before sixty, he can proudly state that this has not happened as he still retains twelve. It is this ferocious smile, he believes, that scare off most bears.Today he lives a productive life of non-work, listening to Ancient Astronaut and Hangar 51 shows, a hobby he has cultivated in his expectation of being abducted and taken off-planet. At least he won’t lose his job for failing to show up for work.As a father to four sons, Rob fervently hopes that all his children will breed and produce offspring who in their turn will support him in his dotage.





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Tuesday, 20 November 2018

Tordan by Immortal Angel


Title: Tordan
Series: Cyborg Warriors Book 1
Author: Immortal Angel
Genre: Science Fiction / Fantasy Romance
Release date: 20 November, 2018


A cyborg with no past. An elf with no magic. Together, their love can save their world.

Tordan woke from his chip to find out he’s a Cyborg. Filled with rage and confusion, he has no memories of his past or who he is, and no idea what freed him. But he feels a powerful, unexplainable connection to the elven prisoner in the last cell.

Deprived of her magic, princess Aielle willingly faces death to keep her people’s secrets. The last thing she expects is to be rescued by one of the sexy and lethal cyborgs enslaved by them.

Now they’re fugitives, and the secrets they are hiding are the keys to freedom for them both. Can they trust each other enough to save the world?

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About the Author:

Immortal Angel is always writing. Her speciality? Science fiction / fantasy romances that drop readers into a new world and leave them hanging on until the very end.

Growing up on sci-fi, fantasy, and romance; she can't help but weave these elements into her stories. Which, luckily for her readers, results in a whole lot of hot human men, supernatural males, and some very sexy aliens.

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Monday, 19 November 2018

House of Ashes by Loretta Marion


Title: House of Ashes
Author: Loretta Marion
Genre: Mystery (with paranormal/supernatural elements and whispers of romance)


Thirty-seven-year-old painter Cassandra Mitchell is fourth-generation to live in the majestic Battersea Bluffs, a brooding Queen Anne home originally built by her great-grandparents, Percy and Celeste Mitchell, and still standing despite tragedies that have swept the generations. Local lore has it that there was a curse placed on the family and the house is haunted, though opinions are divided on whether it's by malicious or benevolent spirits. Cassie believes the latter―but now she stands to lose her beloved home to mounting debt and the machinations of her dream-weaving ex-husband.

Salvation seems to arrive when a nomadic young couple wanders onto the property with the promise of companionship and much-needed help―until they vanish without a trace, leaving behind no clue to their identities. Cassie is devastated, but determined to discover what's happened to the young couple...even as digging into their disappearance starts to uncover family secrets of her own. Despite warnings from her childhood friend, now the local Chief of Police―as well as an FBI agent who pushes the boundaries of professionalism―Cassie can't help following the trail of clues (and eerie signals from the old house itself) to unravel the mystery. But can she do so before her family's dark curse destroys everything in its path?


Excerpt:

Present day ~ Whale Rock, Massachusetts ~ Cape Cod

September ~ three days since the disappearance

Back at home, I took a good look at my beloved Battersea Bluffs, with its towering widow’s walk, double chimneys, and impressive wrap-around porch. It had become part of Whale Rock’s lore that the majestic Victorian sitting high above the cliffs on the craggy northern end of town was possessed by the spirits of my great- grandparents, Percy and Celeste Mitchell, its original owners. The legend evolved from a rumor initiated by my father when he was trying to take back his rightful home. It had been a successful strategy, but he could never have guessed how prophetic his fable would become—or maybe he’d already sensed the mysterious aspects of the old house. To be fair, Papa and I had never discussed the lurking scents and sounds presented by the spirits sharing our home.

I unlatched the gate, to a warm greeting of soft whimpers and an exuberant tail.

“You’re missing them too, aren’t ya, buddy?” I reached down to stroke the German shepherd’s glossy black fur, those usually erect ears momentarily relaxed. I widened the gate.

I followed the dog to the ledge of Percy’s Bluffs, so named after my great-grandfather’s dramatic leap from the cliffs overlooking Cape Cod Bay. I stared down to where the waves were crashing against the rocks below. Through the years, this spot had become my refuge, where I’d come to contemplate decisions or brood over troubles. Exhausted and numb, I sank to the ground and idly fingered an abandoned champagne cork, probably left here the night Vince and Ashley moved in with me. We’d brought a bottle down to the cliffs to toast our new alliance and the home they were going to help me save. I closed my eyes to bring to memory the feel of the fizzy liquid against my tongue, the first I’d tasted in years. There’d not been much to celebrate in recent times. But that night, a sense of hope had returned to me.



Author Bio:

A true bibliophile, Loretta Marion's affection for the written word began in childhood and followed her like a shadow throughout her life as she crafted award winning marketing and advertising copy and educational brochures. She then applied her writing skills as a volunteer, establishing a Legacy Story program for hospice patients, which inspired her to create her own fictional stories. Her debut novel, The Fool's Truth, was a twisty mystery with whispers of romance. Her newest novel, HOUSE OF ASHES – A Haunted Bluffs Mystery, is the first in a series published by Crooked Lane Books.

When not whipping out words on her laptop, she is traveling, enjoying outdoor pursuits, or is curled up with a delicious new book. Loretta lives in Rhode Island with her husband, Geoffrey, and their beloved Mr. Peabody, a sweet, devoted and amusing “Corgador”.





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