ARK by Jesse Miller



ARK
Jesse Miller

Genre: Literary Fiction

Publisher: Common Deer Press

Date of Publication: May 15, 2018

ISBN: Hardcover ISBN: 978-988761-08-4
Paperback: ISBN: 978-1-988761-07-7
E-Book ISBN: 978-1-988761-09-1

Number of pages: 162
Word Count: 45k

Cover Artist: Ellie Sipila

Book Description:

Imagine the son of Cinderella and Noah. That’s Alabaster Ash, professional window washer and amateur foot fetishist, thrall to his three physically fit, brutally aggressive stepsisters.

After polishing foot after foot of glass in the gingerbread city of Candyland and cleaning up after the “wicked stairmasters,” he haunts the bars and streets looking for love and appreciation -or a really nice pair of feet.

Like it or not, Alabaster finds himself reliving and reimagining his parents’ lives as he roams from bar to bar, from thrill ride to stunt show in the linguistic funland that is ARK.

Excerpt:
Ground squirmed
past the windows, shuffling racks of bones and skulls under the soptoil as
clouds crept along the horizon. On the bus, all the windows let in cold air and
hung like a racked row of ice cubes in a tray, but I barely cracked the bottle.
Out I poured
when the doors opened, unable to feel my legs, unable to see the ocean, but I
could smell the salty marsh marching wet blue harridans, swiping and batting
the spit, pushing the blood and saltboxing up fatjuices into my sinuses.
Jammed a kwata
in the belly box and engaged the line.
–Hello?
–I’ve arrived.
I’m here.
–That’s great. I
bet a little walk will feel like a little slice of heaven, eh?
–I suppose.
–Well, I’ll
leave the light on for you, Buddy.
I slid on my
gloves and tried not to flinch at the sudden mustering of prickly discs
skipping to my face. I leaned in hard and clacked through town, blackened and
boarded and unblinking, barely wicklit. Smatter rooms to let. Ingrown hairs.
Offseason. Unseasoned in the savorless in and out drag of the tonguetide. I
dashed through a carless parking lot and into an astralamped glass meadow
jotting down quivering blue starlight ink- puddles into suckshifts of
snowhunchbanks humpbacking the outermost stretch of tideland. To the left, a
skit of cloven unguals stirred it seemed, crunchy, but I only got half an ear
worth and couldn’t noctoscop the goings-on of could be caribou or elk or deer
bowing their head, bowing their head before the almighty peering down hard and
in, like the retractable Polton and Crane lamp in the dentist’s office that
hangs my mouth open.
Inside the
blackness, the stickiting, ricketing pickets of thickets wiggle on their dicot
studs without me seeing, while they shot out the other side and stitched a
black curtain against the edge of the rest of the world. I clacked another mile
stretch as brine wafers tickled my ears and swizzled my nos- trils while
Lawrence Welk drift popping jollyjawdropping orbs uncorked across my field of
vichy.
Estrella’s was a
lighthouse, though not the vertical variety. But it glowed.
Light hung out
over the glass and flabbed fat, hotwhite dough out the sides as I took up her
street. This was another gingerbread house, hundreds of miles from home, though
this one in earshot of the beach. I rang and rang and rang and then just opened
the door.
About the Author:

Jesse Miller is the author of Unwrap Your Candy and the forthcoming ARK, both available from Common Deer Press. He is a Visiting Assistant Lecturer in English at the University of New England.  He lives in the great city of Portland, Maine with his wife, two cats, and dog. Jesse roots for the Red Sox.



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Release Day Blitz Unbreakable Bond by Jess Bryant

 


Unbreakable Bond
Fated Mates Duet
BookOne
Jess Bryant


Genre: PNR – Shifter Romance


 

 

Date of Publication: 5/15/2018
Number of pages: 258
Word Count: 68,000
Cover Artist: K Creative Designs
Tagline: Fate has a plan all her own.
Book Description:
Sometimes fate gets it all wrong.
Zoey Kent has lived with that fact ever since she turned eighteen and learned that the man she loved could never be hers. He’s a born shifter, a wolf, and she’s a mere human. Fate doesn’t care if on paper they’re a perfect pair. She isn’t his fated mate and she’s resigned herself to the knowledge that someday, she’ll have to watch Michael mate with another. It’s never crossed her mind that there might be someone else out there for her, that she would be the one to mate another, to choose another over everything she’s ever known or wanted.
Sometimes fate gets it all right.
Rafe Hudson left his pack behind years ago. Physically and mentally scarred from an attack that left his parents and twin dead, he walked away from his responsibilities as Alpha. He never intended to return but lone wolf or not, he can’t leave Michael open to an attack he’s learned is coming for his only brother. What he didn’t know was that going home would mean scenting his mate, the one person in the world that could make him whole again, that could give him everything he thought he’d lost. His pack, his home and his family.
But fate always has a plan.
There’s no way Michael’s brother is her future, is there? Just like there’s no way that the girl his brother has loved since they were kids, was always meant to be his, right?
Only fate knows why they were brought together but there is one thing for sure, the sparks between Zoey and Rafe are undeniable. The bond between them is unbreakable. And together… they’ll change the face of the pack forever.
Excerpt 3
Ignoring the bite of pain, he reached through the
bars and wound a hand in her hair. He tilted her face up and pressed his lips
to hers. The silver burned his cheek where he couldn’t avoid the bars of his
cell but it didn’t matter. Nothing did. Not when he finally, finally had the
taste of his mate on his lips.
Sweet, so sweet. Her taste seeped inside of him and
started a riot in his bloodstream. Her lips were soft and sweet and when they
met his, it felt like a piece of the puzzle he’d always been missing slid into
place.

 

How had he lived without this? All this time? All
these years? And his mate had been right here, waiting for him. 
About the Author:
Jess Bryant is an avid indoorswoman. A city girl trapped in a country girl’s life, her heart resides in Dallas but her soul and roots are in small town Oklahoma. She enjoys manicures, the color pink, and her completely impractical for country life stilettos. She believes that hair color is a legitimate form of therapy, as is reading and writing romance. She started writing as a little girl but her life changed forever when she stole a book from her aunt’s Harlequin collection and she’s been creating love stories with happily ever afters ever since.
Jess holds a degree in Public Relations from the University of Oklahoma and is a lifetime supporter of her school and athletic teams. And why not? They have a ton of National Championships! She may be a girlie girl but she knows her sports stats and isn’t afraid to tell you that your school isn’t as cool as hers… or that your sports romance got it all wrong.
For more information on Jess and upcoming releases follow her on her many social media accounts for news and shenanigans.

 

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The Enchanted Garden Café by Abigail Drake

 
The Enchanted Garden Café
South Side Stories
Book One
Abigail Drake
Genre: Women’s Fiction
Publisher: Kindle Press
Date of Publication: May 1, 2018
ASIN: B079ST8JW1
Number of pages: 272
Word Count: 89,000
Cover Artist: Najla Qamber
Tagline: Something magical is happening in the garden.
Book Description:
For her sixth birthday, Fiona Campbell’s mother, Claire, made her a peace sign piñata filled with wishes for a better planet instead of candy. When she got her period, her mother held a womanhood ceremony at their café and invited the neighborhood. On her sixteenth birthday, they celebrated with a drum circle.
Fiona grew up trying to keep the impulsive Claire in check, and their struggling café afloat. She plans to move out, but first must find a way to stop a big corporation from tearing down their business and destroying her mother’s livelihood.
Claire thinks karma will solve their financial and legal problems. Fiona prefers a spreadsheet and a solid business plan. The last thing she has time for is Matthew Monroe, a handsome complication who walks through their door with a guitar on his back and a naughty gleam in his eye. But when disaster strikes, and Fiona’s forced to turn to him for help, will she learn to open her heart and find she can believe in something magical after all?
 
Excerpt:
Falling
in love is like baking.
Results
may vary with experience.
~Aunt
Francesca~
Chapter One
            I
opened the box and stepped back, tripping over a pile of Himalayan wind chimes
I’d left lying behind me on the floor of the shop. They clanked in a discordant
melody as I untangled them from my feet.
            “What
the heck?” I asked, ignoring the chimes and focusing on the parcel that had
arrived in the mail earlier that morning. Tiny stone phalluses in various
shades of gray filled the container to the brim. Checking the return address, I
noticed the shipping cost and wanted to cry. Most of our inventory budget for
the entire month had been used to mail this one small box halfway around the
world.
            “Mom,
what exactly did you order from Inuyama, Japan?”
            My
mother popped her head around the corner, a bright smile on her face. “Did they
finally arrive, Fiona? I’ve been waiting for ages.”
“For stone penises?”
Why was I even surprised? This
wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, and it probably
wouldn’t be the last. My mother, Claire de Lune Campbell, had never been the
master of impulse control, and she had a history of making very poor decisions.
She’d been born Claire Campbell and added the “de Lune” in, what I can only
guess, was a moment of pot-induced inspiration. The pot no longer played a part
in her life, but the total inability to make common-sense decisions remained.
            Mom
picked up one of the stone penises, a happy twinkle in her eye. “Aren’t they
lovely?”
On the outside, Mom and I looked
alike. The same blonde hair, the same blue eyes, the same stubborn tilt to our
chins, but there the resemblance ended. Mom was as happy and bright as a
butterfly landing on a flower, and she had the same level of fiscal
responsibility. I stressed about everything, especially money, but I had good
cause.
My mom owned and operated the
Enchanted Garden Café, where we served food, coffee, and specially blended teas
and sold unusual items in our small gift shop. Nestled in the middle of the
South Side, the funky hippie district of Pittsburgh, it was the perfect spot
for my mom but a constant source of anxiety for me.
I wiped sweat from my face and
brushed off my clothing. Dust covered my T-shirt and shorts, and some kind of
stone powder had fallen out of the box from Inuyama onto my tennis shoes. Mom,
glowing in a dress made from recycled saris, didn’t have a speck of dust on
her, but she hadn’t handled the phalluses.
Kate, the girl who worked behind
the counter, came over to us, her blue eyes alight with curiosity. “I want to
see them,” she said. Mom handed her one, and she studied it closely, peering at
it through the thick black frames of her retro hipster glasses. Her ebony hair
was pulled off to the side in a low ponytail, and her colorful tattoos peeked
through the crocheted black cardigan covering her pale skin. “At least they are
anatomically correct. Look at those veins.”
            My
cheeks grew warm, and Mom smiled, putting a cool hand against my face. “Aww,
Fiona is blushing.”
            “No,
I’m not. It’s hot in here.”
            “Of
course it is,” she said, making me feel twelve instead of twenty-five, but it
was hot for early June, and the air-conditioning was broken. Again. Even with
all the windows open, it still felt stuffy.
            I
ignored her and picked up a penis. “What are these things anyway?”
            She
beamed at me with pure, unfiltered happiness. “Fertility charms from a little
shrine in the mountains of Japan. They have a big festival there every year. I
went once.”
            She
sighed, most likely remembering happy times at the fertility festival, and went
back to the kitchen. I looked at Kate and rolled my eyes, making her snicker,
before getting back to work. The fertility charms came in all sizes and seemed
handmade. I just wasn’t sure how to sell them or where to display them in our
shop.
            A
Victorian eyesore, the café was painted on the outside in what once had been a
mix of bright pink and various shades of green. The pink had faded to a dull
rose, and the green looked like the color of old limes just before they rotted.
It needed work and a fresh coat of paint, but instead of doing so, we spent our
money on phalluses from Japan. That was how things worked with my mother. No
planning. No rhyme or reason. No logic. No rational thought.
            The
bell above the door tinkled, and I turned, a penis in each hand, as a stranger
walked into the shop. I couldn’t see his face at first because the sun was at
his back, but he carried a guitar case. A sure sign of trouble.
            “Hello,”
he said as he came closer.
He had straight dark hair that
brushed his shoulders, brown eyes, and a goatee. He reminded me of a sexy,
naughty French pirate, and I knew his kind well. Close to my age, he was
definitely one of the artsy, flighty types who always hung out around my mom. I
could spot them a mile away.

 

            “Holy
guacamole, if he were any hotter, I’d need new underwear,” whispered Kate,
taking off to the back of the shop and leaving me alone to greet the stranger.
About the Author:
Abigail Drake is the award-winning author of twelve novels, including three young adult books under the name Wende Dikec. She has spent her life traveling the world, and collecting stories wherever she visited. She majored in Japanese and International Economics in college and worked in import/export and as an ESL teacher before she committed herself full time to writing. She writes in several romance genres, and her books are quirky, light, and fun.
Abigail is a trekkie, a book hoarder, the master of the Nespresso machine, a red wine addict, and the mother of three boys (probably the main reason for her red wine addiction). A puppy named Capone is the most recent addition to her family, and she blogs about him as a way of maintaining what little sanity she has left.
She is a member of Pennwriters, RWA, Three Rivers Romance Writers, Mindful Writers, Women’s Fiction Writers, and the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. She teaches writing to children, and her non-fiction article about the life of a child in Istanbul was published in Faces Magazine (an imprint of Cricket Magazine) in February 2016.

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