Nov 042012
 

 


Excerpt

Without much effort she summoned static in the air. It gathered in her hands as she wrestled to equalize the tension between ground and sky. The shift in atmospheric energy sucked down a dull pressure she could feel in her skull and chest. The charge crackling in her fingers burned ice hot.

Cassie walked calmly to the men locked in struggle and set a hand on each of their shoulders, transferring a mild dose of purple electricity into their bodies. They jerked back and screamed. She exploited their surprise and shoved them both apart, hurling them several feet.

She heaved slow breaths to calm her anger, resisting the temptation to fry their idiotic brains. They rolled slowly and strained to sit up, mist steaming out of their collars.

“Jack. Ben. That’s enough. Look around, you morons. Is this what you want your family to see?” They glanced around and saw the somber faces watching from inside the great house, all the small ones who had just been taught a bad lesson.

“Bloody hell. What is she?” Ben muttered, wiping his split lip.

“The voice of reason.” She stood between them. “You two have to work together while we’re here. This is your clan, and you are the leaders. Now start acting like it.”

She waited while they sucked in deep breaths, trying to calm themselves from the rage.

“Do you think your family should see you shake hands, or did you mean to start a war today?”

Ben breathed an oath in Gaelic under his breath, and Jack made something pop in Ben’s hand as he squeezed. She closed her eyes in forbearance.

*              *              *

At that moment, three pagers went off. Jack, Chief, and Pops all retrieved their phones and checked the display with identical motions.

Jack said, “CO called in the whole team. It’s probably nothing, but we have to go.”

“Run like the wind,” Cassie replied flatly, as though she had no curiosity at all about his urgent summons to headquarters. “Nice meeting you, Chief, and ah, Papa Smurf. I’ll find my own way to the barracks.”

Damned if she didn’t show them her back and strut away like a tabby cat. Of course he stared, mesmerized by the dual motion of her hips and swaying hair. A draft of her honey-anise scent lingered. Catnip. “Eighteen-hundred hours, baby,” he called, a last ditch effort to claim her with the officers observing.

She spun 180 degrees and walked backward. “Sorry, I have to polish my pistol.” Chief and Pops sucked in a breath at her suggestive tone—with that purring sound in her voice, anything sounded like innuendo.

Jack couldn’t help it. He winked. “Sure thing, darlin.’ After you polish mine.”

*              *              *

Cassie could always count on Jack for two things: he would come from near or far at the sound of food cooking in the morning, and he went ga-ga over women in workout clothes. Forget lingerie–Jack wanted yoga pants and a racerback top. This morning Cassie brought out the heavy artillery with both his vices: smoothies and spandex.

Revenge, torture–either would do.

Ice clunked around in the blender as she added peach slices, raw almonds, yogurt, and lemon rind. Perfect timing—Jack jogged down the stairs and nearly tripped over Cat, dropped his duffel, and made a beeline straight for the kitchen. He rocked back on his heels, apparently expecting Anne the housekeeper, not Cassie. She made a point of opening the fridge as he entered, as though she hadn’t seen him.

When she turned around, his eyes widened and he visibly swallowed hard.

Unapologetically his eyes roamed from her long swinging pony tail down over her shoulders exposed above a skin-tight cropped tank. His eyes lingered on her navel, watching it contract as she breathed, before scanning up and down her legs once, twice, and again. He wore the expression of a tiger watching a platter of meat through the bars of his cage.

“All the subtlety of an anvil, Jack.”

“I might say the same to you, sweetheart.”

*              *              *

“Bait?” Cassie coughed, then half-shrieked, “Bait? You think it’s funny? Jack—you promised!”

Jack tried to tuck her behind his shoulder and interrupt, but Cassie leaned around him and jabbed an accusing finger at Memphis.

“No more bait, no more turkey shoots! You tell him no, Memphis, or answer to me. Find another way, whatever. He comes home in a body bag, and I come after you.”

She glared, the silence stretched, and she wanted Jack’s buddy to know she meant it, every word. Bad enough that they went willingly into danger, no reason they should play high-stakes games with their lives. No operation was worth that.

Memphis raised his eyebrows and Jack seemed stunned.

Cassie exhaled in a gust and muttered, “I think I just grew a few gray hairs.”

Memphis surprised her with his softened, sympathetic expression. “It takes a strong woman to love a soldier. You’ll get used to it, honey.” He nodded his head, “We always come home. Don’t worry.”

Jack sputtered then argued, “Oh, we’re not—It’s not–”

“You’re gone, bro. I give it two months, max, and we’ll all be in our dress whites.”

Cassie looked between them, confused, then hacked into Memphis’ thoughts to discern he meant their formal Navy uniforms, for the occasion of her and Jack’s supposed wedding. Wow.

Memphis winked at their twin shell-shocked expressions.

The Valkyrie’s Guardian
Moriah Densley
 
Genre:  Paranormal Romance
 
Publisher:  Crimson Romance / F+W Media
 
ISBN:  1440551375
ISBN13:  9781440551376
 
Number of pages:  300
Word Count:  91K
 
Book Description: 

“Augmented strength, lightning weapon, chronic PMS – you’re a valkyrie, Cass.”

You might call them superheroes. “Extra-sentients” are one in 4.5 million with the extraordinary ability to unlock the full potential of the mind.

Cassiopeia Noyon is descended from the most powerful known extra-sentient, but she’s a dud – no impressive talents except a healing ability which lands her in trouble. She’s all wrong for Jack MacGunn, her dazzling immortal berserker bodyguard.

Cassiopeia Noyon has a medical degree at age twenty-one, which makes her a total loser … for an extra-sentient with merely superhuman strength and healing powers but not much else. Cassie may not even be immortal, which is a downer since the man she’s adored since age six, is.

Jack MacGunn is King of the Bad Pick-Up Line. A true blue kilt-wearing, pipe-playing Scot descended from a long line of berserker warriors; if he’s awake, he’s either hungry or itching for a fight. Lately Jack feels lost. His career as a Navy SEAL detachment agent is on a slow train to nowhere. He suspects it has something to do with his out-of-control superhuman rages.

The one task Jack has never failed at is guarding Cassie from their enemies, but now he fears he can’t protect her from himself. Even if they could go a single day without fighting, Jack knows he’ll never be good enough for her. The boss’ granddaughter is off-limits anyway.
A chance encounter with a villain long assumed dead sends Jack and Cassie on a race to save the children secreted away at Network One, the academy for genius extra-sentients. Jack discovers a new side of Cassie when in the heat of combat she invokes unheard-of powers. Has Jack finally met his match?

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2012 RWA Golden Heart finalist Moriah Densley sees nothing odd at all about keeping both a violin case and a range bag stuffed with pistols in the back seat of her car. They hold up the stack of books in the middle, of course. She enjoys writing about Victorians, assassins, and geeks. Her muses are summoned by the smell of chocolate, usually at odd hours of the night. By day her alter ego is your friendly neighborhood music teacher. Moriah lives in Las Vegas with her husband
 
Website + blog:  http://moriahdensley.com
 



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Oct 292012
 

 

What are your Writing Habits?
By Courtney Rene

I get asked again and again, when do you write?  Honestly, this is one of the hardest parts of being a writer.  Just finding the time to sit down and write.  My life is very busy.  In my real life, I hold a job.  That means from 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. I am on the clock for someone else.  I use my lunch hour very well though.  I do most of my administrative work (and surprisingly writing has a TON of admin work) during my lunch hour.  I return emails, I research, I work on promotion, I blog hop.  I get a lot of stuff done in that one measly little hour.  The more I can get done during my lunch, the less I have to do when I want to, and can actually be…writing.  Some days it’s hard, as I want to go for a walk in the park, or stop over at Kohl’s and browse around, or best of all, hit the shoe store for the seasonal sale, but I have to really buckle down some times and can’t do those things.  Yes, there are days that I NEED to get out and I take those days.  But, on the other hand if I have deadlines or something, I have to suck it up and focus. 

After work, I get deal with my life of being a wife and mother.  The things like dinner, laundry, homework, boy drama, girl drama, and all that comes with being a wife and mother.  These always take precedent over my writing.  There are a few little writer moments now and then, such as dance class.  I spend a lot of time, and I mean a LOT, at dance studios.  Yes, there was an ‘S’ on studio.  Seren, my youngest, takes Ballet, Jazz, Ballroom and Salsa and now has gotten a part in the Christmas Nutcracker performance through the local dance company. Each class can run an hour or two, and that’s a lot of hours waiting.  I do editing and revision work during these times.  Not always, I admit it, sometimes I can’t concentrate with the loud music going on or the “dance” drama circling about the studio, but if I have work to do, I bring it along and do what I can. 

I also spend time at the barn and at fairs for my oldest daughter, Sidney.  She is a fair horse rider that barrel races.  So, I don’t get much writing done on the weekends either when the fair season is in full swing.  I am usually eating dust along the edge of the track watching the races.

Well then, back to the question of:  when do I actually write?  At 10:00 p.m. both my girls are in bed and quite.  My husband is sitting in his chair watching the news or whatever, and me?  I am sitting in front of my computer, ipod plugged in and loud, and I am writing.  Some days just long enough to finish a chapter.  Some days until my eyes are dry and gritty.  I write in the dark of the night, when the world is finally still and quite.  When no one needs me for anything, when there are no more chores to be accomplished, I write.

Being a writer is no easy job.  You have to make time, and find time, and will time for it.  EVERY SINGLE DAY.  You have to make writing into a habit, just like brushing your teeth.  Find a schedule that works for you and set it.  Do it.  Accomplish it.  You have to have a strong determination or you will fail, especially if your life is as busy as mine.  It is possible though.  It is do’able.  Trust me on this one.  I know. 

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Shadow’s End
Book 3 in the Shadow Dancer Series
Courtney Rene
 
Genre: YA Paranormal
Publisher: Rogue Phoenix Press
ISBN: 978-1-936403-97-4
 
Cover Artist: Genene Valleau
 
Book Description:
 
The adventure and the struggle continue for Sunny, as the fight for control of Acadia is near.  Battle lines have been drawn, not just by King Gideon, but also by the rebels that were once Sunny’s allies. 
 
Due to unexpected trips to the ice realm and the fire realm, new allies are found to help build the Army of the Sun.  There are new worlds explored.  New friends and new enemies made. 
 
Ready or not, Sunny must prepare for what is coming as well as decide where she belongs within it all.  But…what about prom?  What about Leif?  What about home?  How can she, just a seventeen year old girl, rule a whole world?  She’s not even sure if she can get through finals. 
 
About the Author:
 
Courtney Rene lives in Ohio with her husband and two children.  She is a graduate and member of the Institute of Children’s Literature.  Her writings include magazine articles, short fiction stories, several anthologies, as well as her novels, A Howl in the Night and the Shadow Dancer series, published through Rogue Phoenix Press.  For a complete listing, visit www.ctnyrene.blogspot.com

 
 
 
 
Oct 252012
 

I Am Junco Series by J.A. Huss

Mash-ups and the New Adult Genre

People get really attached to the genre of book they prefer to read. I know I do – I’m a science fiction fan all the way. But there’s something to be said for books that cross genres. Like fantasy and romance, right?  I mean that basically describes the Sookie Stackhouse novels, the Twilight series, and The Vampire Diaries, all of which are super big right now.

But I think the newest trend in mash-up fiction is the new adult genre. Most people haven’t even heard of new adult but as the name might imply, it’s a combination of young adult themes (learning to be independent) mashed into adult themes (finding your place in the bigger world).

New adult books feature main characters that are out of high school, but are typically not much older than mid-twenties.  These characters often go to college and have to deal with issues that parents probably prefer their young adults not read about.  As a parent of a teenager, those issues could number into the hundreds, but in a general sense, they are issues that might not have a right or wrong answer, issues which require the characters to choose a lesser of two evils, or themes that might not be suitable for children that are on the lower end of the age range included in the YA genre.

Part of this problem lies with publishers. They have refused (although some are seeing the light) to accept the fact that new adults from the ages of 17-15 actually read.  Why they decided this rule many years ago, I have no idea. Maybe the thought these young people were too busy to read?  Who knows? 

But the fact is, these new adults do read, as is evident from the recent popularity of new adult contemporary fiction novels such as Easy, by Tammara Webber, and Beautiful Disaster by Jamie McGuire. Both of these novels deal with life in college and both deal with mature issues such as rape and organized crime. 

New adult is making a splash into most of the typical young adult genres these days as well. My own science fiction series, I Am Just Junco is one example. Junco Coot is a nineteen year old soldier who lives in a near-future post-America. She deals with a lot of issues that go along with growing up and finding your place in the world. Issues such as who am I? What do I believe in? Where does my worth lie? Who will ever love me?

New adult books almost universally explore these coming-of-age problems that go beyond the high school experience. If you’re looking for a new age adventure that goes beyond the young adult genre, then give the I Am Just Junco series a try. Start your journey into Junco’s world today by purchasing Clutch at Amazon for only 99 cents.

When you’re done, please leave a review at Amazon and/or Goodreads and tell me if you think Junco’s problems are universal in the new adult world.  You might not think so once you find out her secrets, but if you look deeper you’ll see that she’s not that different after all.

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J. A. Huss

Flight

Book 3

Escape from Earth. Check.

Morph into an avian body. Check.

Survive Fledge and Deliverance, soul intact. Check.

Bring her Siblings back to Amelia and restore the avian race? Not so fast, darlin’.

There’s a new twist on an old prophecy and this one brings the End of Days. Junco must make a choice, but the choices all confirm her only worth is tied up in killing.

Lucan has secrets. Secrets that will make the Stag Camp look like playschool. And the lies are flowing like a mountain river during spring thaw. But he needs Junco to cooperate just a little bit longer or it all falls apart.

The Siblings on Earth are waiting for the Seventh to return and pull their clutch together. But Earth has secrets too — secrets that change everything.

Junco has survived against impossible odds, but the cost of survival is higher than she ever imagined. Luck is about to catch up with Junco Coot and her debt must be paid.

 
Fledge
Book Two


Junco Coot can’t even remember her trip off Earth; she was too busy being morphed into her new avian body.  But reality hits her hard when she wakes up to find her new life is not what she expected. Not even close. Tier is on trial for disobeying his commander’s kill order and only Junco seems to care.

In most places the avian coming-of-age Fledge ritual would be nothing more than mass murder, but here in the capital city of Amelia, it’s called growing up. Junco has no choice; either fight to the death to prove her worth or get sent back to Earth in the hands of her enemies.

Her new military team is hostile, her body is being taken over by an illicit artificial intelligence, the avian president wants her dead, and her only friend is a ten-year old throwaway boy.

On a foreign habitat, in a foreign culture, and surrounded by people she can’t trust or count on, Junco must find a way to save herself and Tier without losing her immortal soul in the process.



 
Clutch
Book One I Am Just Junco
By J.A. Huss


BLURB

In 2152 the avian race is on Earth looking for something stolen from them decades ago – their genetics.  At the center of the search lies the Rural Republic; a small backwards farming country with high hopes of military domination and a penchant for illegal bioengineering.
 
19 year old Junco Coot is the daughter of the Rural Republic’s ranking commander. She’s the most foul-mouthed, wildly unpredictable and ruthless sniper the Rural Republic has ever trained.  But when her father’s death sparks a trip into forbidden places, she triggers events that will change everything she knows to be true.
 
As an elite avian military officer, Tier’s mission is to destroy the bioengineering projects, kill Commander Coot’s daughter, and return home immediately. There’s just one problem. Junco isn’t who she claims to be.
 
With no one to trust, not even herself, Junco must confront the secrets of her past and accept her place in the future, or risk losing herself completely.
 
 
About the Author:
 
J. A. Huss never took a creative writing class in her life. Some would say it shows. Others might cut her some slack. She did however, get educated and graduated from Colorado State University with a B.S. in Equine Science. She had grand dreams of getting a Ph.D. but while she loves science, she hated academia and settled for a M.S. in Forensic Toxicology from the University of Florida.
 
She went on to write science curriculum for homeschoolers and now runs a successful home business that creates and offers online science unit studies. When she’s not writing science curriculum or fiction, she works as a farm inspector, traveling the Eastern Plains of Colorado in variety of environmentally friendly vehicles that never have four-wheel drive, so when she gets stuck in the mud in said vehicles, she has to beg for assistance from anyone who will help her. She is not bitter about that at all.
 
She’s always packing heat and she is owned by two donkeys, five dogs, more chickens and ducks than she can count, and of course, the real filthy animals, her kids. The I Am Just Junco series was born after falling in love with the ugliest part of Colorado and the Rural Republic is based on the area of the state she currently resides in, minus the mutants, of course.
 
 
 
 

 

 
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Oct 222012
 

Why Eolyn?
By Karin Rita Gastreich

 

In chapter 2 of Eolyn, Ghemena, a maga of the Old Orders, pokes fun at imaginative villagers and their stories of old hags in edible houses.

“A house of sweet bread!” Ghemena scoffs. “Who would invent such nonsense?”

Of course in so doing, Ghemena also pokes fun at me, the author, who proceeds to lead the reader into a world where an amulet transports a prince halfway across a kingdom, where a young woman learns to cast flames from the palm of her hand, and where dragons sail fierce and silent over mist-covered forests.

I’ve often been asked why I write fantasy.

I write fantasy because I wanted to write Eolyn’s story.

So the real question, then, is this: why did I write Eolyn?

This novel has been brewing for a very long time, and many events, places, stories and dreams influenced the 118,000 or so words that became the novel. So I can’t cover all the “why’s” of Eolyn in a single post. But I can talk about a few sources of inspiration.

My earliest memories of scenes from Eolyn date back to my college years, when day dreams and fantasy gave me a break from the rigors of studying. I didn’t have names for the characters, or a story outline, or anything written down for that matter. But I knew Eolyn would lose her family to a violent fate, and that this would somehow be connected to a dangerous act committed by her mother. I knew Eolyn would be a gifted maga in a world where magic was forbidden to women, and that her nemesis – the Mage King – would, through some trick of destiny, also be her closest friend.

It’s probably no coincidence that during my college years I read JRR Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings for the first time. We’d be hard pressed to find any fantasy writer who has not been inspired by this great author. I remember loving those books, and yet – as a young woman – feeling disappointed by the lack of engaging, well-rounded, and prominent female characters.

In the 20 years since I read Lord of the Rings, women have carved out their place in fantasy. There are many books and movies that feature strong female protagonists, often written by incredible women authors.

Still, given that the first stirrings of Eolyn came at a time when I was reading Tolkien, I have to recognize that a driving force in the creation of this novel was a very personal need to have a fantasy novel in which women played meaningful and complex roles. I wanted a woman protagonist, and many minor women characters, all of whom could make courageous decisions that would alter the destiny of their people, even if they lived in a society largely controlled by men.

In short, Eolyn is an epic fantasy character I can relate to and admire, a woman capable of overcoming extraordinary challenges and making a positive difference in a brutal world.  I feel very lucky to have been given her story, and I am very excited to be able to share it with you. 

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Eolyn
Karin Rita Gastreich
 
Genre:  Fantasy
 
Publisher:  Hadley Rille Books
ISBN:  978-0-9829467-4-9
 
Number of pages:  325
Word Count:  approximately 118,000
 
 
Book Description:
 
In a land ravaged by civil war, the Mage King Kedehen initiates a brutal purge of the Magas.
 
Fleeing his wrath, Eolyn, daughter of the last of the Magas and sole heiress to their forbidden tradition, seeks refuge in the South Woods.  There she meets the mysterious boy Akmael, and forms a friendship that thrives on shared magic.  Destiny leads them down a tortuous path of love, betrayal and war, until one day the Maga Eolyn takes up arms against the new Mage King.
 
Must Eolyn slay the man she loves in order to free herself and her people? 
 
The answer lies in the extraordinary magic she commands, and in the hidden power of a Maga’s heart. 
 
“Vigorously told deceptions and battle scenes. . . with a romantic thread.” – Publishers Weekly
 
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About the Author

KARIN RITA GASTREICH was born near Kansas City, Missouri. After living and working for ten years as a tropical ecologist in Costa Rica, she recently returned to her home town and is now a Professor of Biology at Avila University. Her past times include camping, hiking, music and flamenco dance.  Karin’s fantasy novel EOLYN was released by Hadley Rille Books in May, 2011.  The companion novel, HIGH MAGA, is scheduled for release in 2013. Karin’s short stories have appeared in Zahir, Adventures for the Average Woman, 69 Flavors of Paranoia, and A Visitor to Sandahl.   She is a recipient of the Spring 2011 Andrews Forest Writer’s Residency.
 
Visit her at the blog for Eolyn, http://eolynchronicles.blogspot.com and at Heroines of Fantasy, co-authored with Terri-Lynne DeFino and Kim 
 
 
Blog Heroines of Fantasy:  http://heroinesoffantasy.blogspot.com
 
 

 

Oct 162012
 

Violet Midnight by Lynn Rush

 

New Adult Paranormal Romance

 

 

Let the Hunt begin…

 

Blending in with her college co-eds proves difficult for vampire Hunter, Emma Martin, considering the mystical tattoo on her wrist glows whenever Vamps are near. And after three months of silence, the glow is back with a vengeance.

 

Jake Cunningham witnesses Emma, a violet-eyed beauty, using unimaginable powers to fight off a fanged creature. Finally, after two years of searching, he may have found out what he’s become—a Hunter, like Emma.

 

Thankful for an ally in the fight against the Vamps, Emma finds hope and comfort in Jake’s arms. As she learns more about her new love’s family and its dark heritage, she may be forced not only to hunt them but to sacrifice her life to save Jake’s soul.

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Oct 022012
 

 

The Reluctant Bachelorette by Rachael Anderson

Unknowingly cast as the bachelorette for her town’s charity event, Taycee Emerson wants out. Especially when she discovers her old teenage crush, Luke Carney, is one of the bachelors and it’s up to the viewers–not her–to decide which bachelors stay or go.

Coerced into participating, Taycee does what any self-preserving girl would do. She launches a subtle attack on Luke’s good name with the hope of getting him voted off the show. Unfortunately, Luke’s an eye-for-an-eye kind of guy, and when he discovers what she’s up to, it means revenge.

But when their pranks go south, will they screw up any chance they have at a future together, or will they be able to forgive and forget and prove that love really does conquer all?

 

 

 

About the Author:
Rachael Anderson is the author of four contemporary romances: Divinely Designed, Luck of the Draw, Minor Adjustments, and The Reluctant Bachelorette. She’s the mother of four, can’t sing, doesn’t dance, and despises tragedies. But she recently figured out how yeast works and can now make homemade bread, which she is really good at eating.





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Sep 262012
 

Chapter One 

Great. Just fan-friggen-tabulous. Not even halfway through her shift and Teagan had an ass-grabber.

Another one.

Of course, this moron’s lack of respect for personal boundaries was why she’d gotten this table of five. The girls had named her The Enforcer for a reason.

She’d let him play for a moment. He wasn’t hurting her, after all. But soon he’d pay, and she’d make certain it did hurt him.

Yep, a little public humiliation, and he’d never touch another lady without her permission again.

But first, money. A girl had to have her priorities.

“Can I get you boys anything else?” she asked, setting a Corona in front of each of them.

The Friday night band sang their standard classic, “Friends in Low Places,” and several patrons whooped or sang along. Lively crowd tonight–at least a couple hundred cowboys, college kids, tourists, and locals were bound to mean good tips. Everyone was lookin’ for love.

Blondie, the man sitting across the table from where she stood, smiled and tossed down a hundred dollar bill. “Tequila shots?”

Mr. Hands, on her left, inched his grope further up the back of her inner thigh. If he went any higher, he’d be fondling parts of her only seen by her doctor and her vibrator.

She snapped her teeth into a grin, ignoring Mr. Hands, as she pulled the Jose Gold from one holster on her costume’s gun-slinger’s belt and six shot glasses from the cartridge loops on the other hip. Between the rowdy saloon atmosphere and the waitressing costumes–leather vest, gunfighter’s belt over short-shorts, Stetson cowboy hat and boots–it was no surprise Tommie’s Knockers drew the largest crowd in the Canyon.

Someone cursed a stream of words his mama would’ve washed his mouth out for, on the other side of the main stage. Chaos exploded in the far section of the bar as a chair shattered and a beer bottle exploded–probably on some poor fool’s head.  A girl screamed and Teagan straightened up, glancing over. The bouncers didn’t need her help, though. Six were already hustling over and stepping in, pulling two men apart and bringing things back to order. It was under control.

So why did she feel on edge tonight? Like all hells were about to break loose.

“If you’re buying one for me too, sugar,” she said, shaking it off and bringing her attention back to Blondie.

When he nodded, she twisted the cap off the bottle, pouring tequila into each glass before sliding them around. The shot glass she slid to Mr. Hands barely stayed on the table. Damn. She’d hoped to distract him from his blind-man’s examination of her butt–no such luck.

Nope. Yesteryear’s Quarterback just kept on going with one hand, like her backside was his winning season’s playbook.

She lifted her shot, saluted the men, and tossed it back. Oh, it burned good. Too bad her kind couldn’t get drunk on human alcohol. She could use a little something right now. Something to dull the sudden itch along her spine, urging her to run without motive. She wasn’t fooled. Whenever she had that itch, there was a reason.

She forced herself to smile at Blondie as she set her shooter back on the table, then tipped her head so she could surreptitiously study the bar through the shield of her bangs.

Several men milled about the dance floor, looking uncomfortable and awkward, while couples danced the two-step around them. Nothing out of place about that in a bar.

Blondie slid the Franklin across the table and tapped her hand. “Keep the change.”

“Why thanks, baby. If you need anything at all, raise your hand. See the brunette, Kelly, over by the bar? She’ll see to your every need.” Teagan slipped the bill into a pocket inside her vest.

Time to play enforcer, and just in time. She needed to clean this mess up and go on break, if for no other reason than to unwind and figure out why she felt this strung out. If she were human, she’d worry she’d been slipped something, she was so twitchy.

Was it a full moon tonight?

She turned to face Mr. Hands, leaning down slow and low, until his eyes were level with her cleavage.

He grabbed the sides of his chair, leaning closer to her.

Right where she wanted his hands–off her body.

She let her hair fall over one shoulder. “Sweetie, sometimes a little naughty is nice, but every so often, naughty goes, well, too far. Then it’s time for a little lesson in manners. Are you up for a–” She licked her upper lip, sliding her hand up his thigh until she almost brushed the bulge in his jeans. “Lesson?”

He flushed, throwing a victorious grin at his friends. “With a body as hot as you? Hell, you can teach me manners any time.”

She brought her mouth to his ear as the band finished their song. Perfect timing.

“Then here’s lesson one, hon,” she said in a stage whisper all his buddies would hear. She wrapped his package in her palm and squeezed her hand into a fist around it–hard.

“Touch me or one of the other girls again–,” she tightened her grip even more.

His eyes bulged in pain, but he sat frozen in place. Men tended to do that when you had them by the baby brains.

“One more time, and I’ll tear your nut sack from your body and feed it to an alley cat.”

Such language, but some jerks were also stupid and only understood crass.

Keeping him firmly in hand, she looked at his friends and tilted her head. “I’d feed it to the dog, but she’d barely notice the swallow.”

 

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Goddess On The Run

A Tale of the Holy Water Warriors, Book One
By Marne Ann Kirk      
 
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Crescent Moon Press
 
Number of pages: 316
Word Count: 91,200 words
 
Cover Artist: Taria Reed
 
Book Description:
 
All Fomorian Hells are about to break loose on earth, making human souls the daily special, if the Tuatha de Danaan can’t stop it.
 
Teagan, a Celtic demi-goddess hiding from her destiny in small-town Colorado, wants nothing to do with her mother’s forgotten realm or the drama of a battle of the gods. And Merric is forbidden fruit she’s too smart to taste.
 
Merric, leader of the Tuatha de Danaan warriors, has other plans. Teagan holds the key to salvation, for both him and their worlds, whether she wants to or not. He’ll do whatever it takes to convince her of her duty.
 
But can he find the key to her heart?
 
 
Author Bio:

Marne Ann Kirk grew up wild, exploring the vast high deserts and mountains of the West with her family as a child. Marne Ann loved making up stories and, well, lied about just about everything. Thankfully, she grew out of the lying stage…now she calls it story-telling.
 
Her debut novel, “Love Chosen: Book One of The Fae Dragon Chronicles,” is available now. “Love Dared: Book Two of The Fae Dragon Chronicles,” is coming soon. “Goddess on the Run,” a paranormal romance, will be available September 17, 2012. You can find out more about Marne Ann through her publisher, Crescent Moon Press, or visit her at: www.marneannkirk.com  or www.cowboysndragonscafe.blogspot.com
 
 
 
Twitter: MarneAnn
 
Facebook: MarneAnnKirk or https://www.facebook.com/pages/Marne-Ann-Kirk
 

 

Sep 212012
 

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Mistaken
J.A. Howell
 
Genre: General/Mainstream Fiction/Suspense
 
ISBN: 1477456368 
ASIN: B0092HDIXS
 
Number of pages:198
Word Count: 61,448
 
Cover Artist: J.A. Howell
 
 
 
Book Description:
 
One year ago, two bullets from a .45 caliber pistol ripped away any hopes Dillan had of a future with her fiancé, Jamie. On the anniversary of Jamie’s death, the appearance of his estranged twin brother, Trey, leaves Dillan wondering what other secrets her prefect fiancé was hiding. When Trey learns of his brother’s death, Dillan takes pity on him and gives him a place to stay.
 
Trey’s erratic behavior and a series of suspicious phone calls lead Dillan to believe that Trey knows more about the circumstances surrounding Jamie’s death than he’s letting on. With all leads exhausted and Jamie’s murderer still on the loose, Trey is Dillan’s last hope for finding the truth.
 
Sometimes the truth hurts… but in Dillan’s case it could kill her.
 
 
 
Author Bio:
 
J.A Howell is an office drone by day, and a writer by night. Her love of writing took off when she was eleven years old and decided to fill a composition notebook with stories to read to her friends. Many years (and notebooks) later, not much has changed. She still loves writing and sharing her works with others. When she isn’t writing, she can often be found trying her hand at whatever artistic pursuit strikes her fancy. J.A. Howell resides in Apopka, FL with her husband and their menagerie of animal children.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Sep 212012
 

My top ten favorite books of all time (Not in any particular order):

Catch 22 by Joseph Heller

The book is brilliant. The impossibility of events, the absurdity of war and incredible writing combined into one book makes this one of my all-time favorites. The main character, Yossarian, is one of my favorite literary characters as well.

Her Majesty’s Wizard by Christopher Stasheff

This book is a fun read and a book that touched me deeply as a teenager. There is a certain sense of nobility and faith in this book that makes my heart beat a little more strongly.

I, Robot by Isaac Asimov

This is classic science fiction at its best. I have not written a lot of science fiction, but I read plenty of it and it does affect the way I think and write. Aasimov’s tales of robots slipping past the constraints placed upon them by their creators have always interested me.

Lucifer’s Hammer by Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle

This was the first real post-apocalypse book I had ever read. I was very interested in the devastation caused by a comet’s impact on the world, but the story of life after the impact was what interested me most. Hollywood loves to show the disaster, but rarely takes the time to explore the world afterwards.

Dragons of Winter Night by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman

The first six Dragonlance books are some of the best fantasy literature out there, but this particular book is my favorite. The exploration of honor and sacrifice in its pages are some of the best written.

Conan the Magnificent by Robert Jordan

This is the first Conan the Barbarian book I can remember reading. Every few years I buy a new copy and read it again. Why do I have to buy a new copy? Because, I tend to give my copies to friends. I like to share the barbarian goodness.

The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan

The first time I read this book, it took me a long time to get through it, but the second time I devoured it. Robert Jordan set up his massive Wheel of Time series with this book and it is an incredible example of character development and introduction.

Battlefield Earth by L. Ron Hubbard

This book is massive and daunting in its scope. The constant success and setbacks that befall the hero of this book makes for an incredible read that leaves me emotionally exhausted by the end of it. PLEASE do not bypass this book just because the movie was so horrible.

Voyagers by Ben Bova

Ben Bova brings a real sense of possible science to his writing and this first book in a series is incredible. The emphasis is more on the real world science and the characters than it is with any hard science fiction. This book taught me that science fiction did not have to be all about laser pistols and alien monsters. Good science fiction should be about the people first, and everything else second.

The Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft

Technically speaking, this is not a book. It is a short story, but man what a short story it is. This is a centerpiece work of fiction by my favorite author and part of why I wanted to start writing in the first place. The narrative is terrific with the sense of terror highlighted by the characters’ reactions as much as by the imagery itself.

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Apocalypse Rising
Eric Swett
 
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Haileybug Publishing
 
ISBN: 1477524533 
Smashwords:  9781476457451
ASIN:  B0085HB9C8
 
Number of pages:  178
Word Count: 58,042
 
Cover Artist:  Jan Marie Parupia
 
Book Description: 
 
Long ago, an Angel surrendered his memories and his power when he left Heaven behind, so that he could make a difference in the real world. A couple thousand years walking amongst the teaming masses of humanity has left him disillusioned, but he refuses to give up. He spends his time with the forgotten souls of an urban slum, making a difference wherever he can.

When Justin witnesses the brutal murder of a woman at the hands of a ruthless business tycoon, he must run before his eternal life is cut short. Justin must swallow his pride in order to save himself, and the one friend he has left. The journey back to the fold is filled with danger and discovery as he finds himself in a race towards the end of the world.

 
 
 
Author Bio: 
 
Eric Swett started writing a story at 100 words a day in the spring of 2011 as an exercise while he worked on his novel. One year later and that exercise turned into his first novel, “Apocalypse Rising.”

He is the husband of Tracy and the father of Zachary and Connor. He works in the IT industry and is a recent transplant to North Carolina. He loves all things science fiction and fantasy and openly claims the title of geek.

Facebook: Http://www.facebook.com/ericswettauthorinprogress

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ericswett

 

Blog: Http://mywriterscramp.com

Sep 172012
 

Last Request

John Bishop was in bed, in a dank, dismal room. The sheets were dirty, the walls grimy. Unwashed pots sat on the few bits of damaged furniture in the room. He looked up at the figure in the shadow of the far corner.

He forced a smile. “Somehow, I knew you’d come.”

Dawn stepped out of the shadow. “Is that why there was a welcome committee outside?”

“Just three close friends who wanted to say their final farewells before I go. I assume they’ve gone now.” He lifted a glass to his lips and drained it, and then coughed several times.

“Yes,” she conceded. “But, you still didn’t make it easy to get in here.”

“No,” he admitted. “But, I hoped you’d be up to the challenge.” He held out the glass. “Exactly how did you find me, anyway?”

“The third pill you swallowed was a tracking device.” She stepped forward and took the glass from him.

“It’s a good job I’m not going to live long enough to have that tear my butthole open when I try to pass it.”

“Don’t worry,” she said. “It will have dissolved by now.” She held the glass up. “Do you take ice and water with that?” Dawn walked towards the kitchen.

“Neat. I’m not going to my grave with people saying I acted like a bleeding poofter at the last minute.”

She returned with a large measure in the glass and the bottle in her left hand. “Sip it steady. We don’t want you throwing all those pills up now.”

“Why are you doing this?” he asked.

“You shouldn’t have to die alone.” Dawn choked back her emotions. She scanned the room. “In a squalid place like this.”

“You’re the FBI. You’re the law.” He swallowed the whiskey. “Shouldn’t you -” He choked, then coughed and spluttered several times.

Dawn stepped forward to help him, but restrained herself from doing so. She asked, “Do you want some water?”

He coughed again. “No. Give me some more of the good stuff.” He held the glass out, coughed again, and beat his chest.

As she filled the glass, she asked, “Do you want me to call someone? Family? Friends?”

“Yeah.” He took the glass from her. “Call the FBI and the media. Tell them you’re an alien, and I’m dying for nothing.” He took a large swig.

Dawn stepped away from the bed, checked her watch, and said, “You haven’t got long left to live. If you want to stop this, give yourself another few days, then let me know now.” She sat down. “If not, then now would be a good time to tell me any messages you want passed on. Any last requests or anything you want said in your memory.”

She listened in silence to him recount his life from his earliest memories. Her eyes welled up at the story of the end of his marriage, when his wife sent him video of herself in bed with his old school friend, while John was serving his final tour in Iraq.

Gradually, his voice faded, his speech faltered, and the words became slurred.  Dawn stood up, walked over to the bed, took his right hand, and sat down next to him. She said, “I’m sorry for all the pain we caused you.” Tears filled her eyes. “Yes I was that girl that you grabbed hold of on the spaceship.”

His eyes opened wide. He lifted his head slightly, and grabbed weakly for her with his left hand.

Dawn said, “The creature that attacked you when you grabbed me was my adopted mother. Her name was Jensu” She sniffled. “I know you probably can’t understand it, but I’ve never known my real mother.” She wiped her eyes on the back of her coat sleeve. “She’s alive but…”

John clawed at her arm, lifted his head slightly, and his eyes burned with anger. Dawn said, “On my very first day with the FBI, I had to kill Jensu. I couldn’t protect her.  Not the way she so fearlessly protected me when everyone else was so scared of you.” She sobbed.

John whispered, “You did this to me.”

“I swear we never meant to hurt you. We never meant for any of this to happen!”  Dawn vowed.

His hand fell away from her arm, and his head dropped onto the pillow. His voice was barely audible. “We’ve got you now.”

Dawn shook her head. She pulled a connector box from her pocket and said, “I couldn’t let you record this conversation.”

He gasped and tried to shake his head, but the movement was minimal. He opened his mouth and tried to form some words. They were virtually inaudible to Dawn. His arms slipped down to his sides, and he exhaled weakly.

Dawn stared intently at him, trying to figure out his last words. She pulled the leather glove off her left hand to reveal a thin latex one beneath it. She checked for his pulse. It was weak. She leaned over and asked, “What did you just say?”

His mouth opened ever so slightly. She leaned over to listen to his last feeble whisper. She lifted her head again and saw his eyes were open. Their last sight was a moldy spot on the ceiling directly above him.

“What did you mean? Double bluff?” She asked, knowing there could be no reply. She shook her head and gasped. His eye moved; he was still alive. She checked
again for a pulse but there was none. There, his left eye moved again.

She clicked her fingers in front of his face and the eye moved. Just the left one, she realized. She moved backwards and the pupil seemed to grow ever so slightly larger. She leaned right over, concentrating hard on it. There was a discernible movement. She got up, stepped back, then to either side.

There was no doubt whatsoever. Dawn reached into her coat pocket for a knife.  She stepped forward and leaned over John’s body.

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Destiny’s Daughter: Hide & Seek
By Anthony Sunderland
 

Destiny’s Daughter Book 2

Genre: Science Fiction
Publisher: Victoria Publishing
ASIN: B008DTTOG6
Number of pages:  154
Word Count:  34,700

Cover Artist: Lazar K. https://www.elance.com/s/sugarbricks/ 

 
 
Book Description:
 

Dawn Dempsey has successfully infiltrated the FBI’s elite alien hunting squad. Welcomed as a valued member of the Alien Visitation Investigation team, and above suspicion, her mission is to thwart the FBI’s investigations from the inside.

She is also intent on freeing the captured alien.

On a routine investigation into old abduction cases in rural Iowa with her partner and lover, Scott Nelson, a chance encounter threatens to ruin everything for her.

Could her undercover mission be over before it has even begun? Could her true nature be about to be revealed by an unstable war hero?  

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About the Author
 
I live in Halifax, UK.
 
I’m a long time Sci Fi, fantasy, and horror nut. I was inspired to start writing by the season one finale of Buffy TVS.
 
I’ll try just about anything once – fire eating, parachuting, I’m a qualified glider pilot, and want to do the bungee jump from the Bloukrans Bridge in South Africa.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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