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VBT – Emerge Beyond Circles

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About the Book
Title: Emerge Beyond Circles
Author: John Geers
Genre: Fantasy

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Thuban-Pol is the latest in a lineage of Siberian witches. Their eternal aim is to guide humanity to true love. Their guiding tenet, “For love to bloom, these three endure: sacrifice, perseverance and suffering. But the greatest of these is suffering.” Since the dawn of humanity, they have summoned countless couples, inflicting suffering with the intention to grow true love. They have never succeeded…but now they have their best opportunity in two couples from Wisconsin.
Author Bio
John Geers drew inspiration to begin his debut novel from a dream he experienced.

Hours spent in the caffeinated air of his favorite coffeehouse proved to be the perfect place to complete Emerge Beyond Circles.

John is a middle school literacy educator, where he inspires and is inspired by the writers of tomorrow. He is the founder and facilitator of his school’s Creative Writing Club. He is also a columnist for the online magazine Elephant Journal.

He loves a good story, being on the water, and witty puns. He can be found hiking the wilderness, biking big hills, sipping dark coffee, and looking for a chair in the mall.

Links

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Giveaway
You can win a stuffed tiger animal (a character from the book), a signed paperback copy and a $10 amazon gift card during the tour.

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VBT – Al E. Boy

 

 

Book Genre:  Children’s Fiction
Print Length: 517 pages
Publisher: Al E. Boy (October 1, 2014)
Publication Date: October 1, 2014
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
Language: English
ASIN: B00NRZO920

BOOK DESCRIPTION:

The Adventures of Fawn is a ‘coming of age’ series set in the magical world of Santa’s North Pole! The year is 1849, and legendary reindeer Comet and Vixen have a young daughter, Fawn. In this first book, ‘Til the Last Snowflake Falls’ the young reindeer spends far too many days alone in the stable at Santa’s Village with no friends and nothing to do.

While her parents caution her she’s much too young and inexperienced to go exploring outside Santa’s Village by herself, Fawn disagrees. Declaring, “I want some fun and excitement! I don’t care how dangerous it is!” she begins sneaking out each day in search of friends, excitement and adventure. She’ll find them all…but also find herself facing dangers like a fierce hungry wolf, a freezing North Pole blizzard, and the treachery of a sea captain capturing animals of the arctic to sell to a zoo in New York City.

Along the way, she’ll also learn some valuable lessons about what’s really important in life. The Adventures of Fawn are filled with fun and excitement for all ages!

Excerpt #1 from ‘Til the Last Snowflake Falls
 
Today was going to be the day!
Fawn had it all planned out. The young reindeer would wait until her dad and mum, Comet and Vixen, came home to the stable, and she was going to calmly explain how unhappy she was.
Sure…she’d mentioned it before, (more like every other day), but each time her bad mood had gotten the better of her and she’d wound up arguing with her parents. Each time they had told her she wasn’t old enough…not mature enough…to be going out on her own.
Fawn had often pondered over their words.
Not mature enough?!
She wasn’t exactly sure what that meant…but just the same she didn’t like the sound of it!
I think it’s like saying I’m still a baby! Darnit! I’m four and a half months old!!
Fawn was convinced fun…excitement….maybe even friends could be hers to enjoy if she was free to explore the world outside Santa’s Village.
I blew it those other times by getting too excited. If I can plainly and calmly explain to mum and dad how bored and lonely I amhow I need some friendssurely they’ll see how much I’ve changedhow much more ‘mature’ I am nowwhatever that means! I’ll wait for them to come homeand then I’ll show them.
Yes, indeed! She had it all planned out!

But sometimes even the best laid plans can fall apart.

Excerpt #1 from Book 2- The Ona Pendulum

It was at that very moment…something very strange occurred.

Santa and Wajic suddenly became motionless, and their faces appeared in energized
broken patterns…almost like shattered, electrified pieces of glass. Every angle of the fractured pattern sputtered and flashed likenesses of them……but each one different. In some they looked younger…and in others, older…….and older still.
Fawn, Bunny, Snowboy and Doctor Weather were all quite surprised and taken aback.
They had absolutely no idea what was happening…or what they should do. The only choice they had was to stand there powerlessly watching.
Then, just as suddenly as it began, it stopped. Looking a bit
overwhelmed, everyone just stood there…watching Santa and Wajic.
“Are you alright?” asked Fawn.
“Yes…perfectly fine.” Santa answered. He noticed the concerned looks on everyone’s
face, and added, “Why do you ask?”
The Doctor explained, “Well…something just happened a moment ago. Very odd!
You didn’t notice? You didn’t feel anything?”
Wajic stretched his arms and yawned.
“Come to think of it…I am a little tired all of a sudden.”
Santa brought a gloved hand up to cover his mouth, as he also yawned.
“Me, too! Hmmm. That’s very strange! What was it you saw?”
Fawn, Bunny,Snowboy and Doctor Weather gave them the details of what they’d seen, and with each piece of information, Wajic looked more and more worried.
Santa noticed.
“What is it, old friend?”
“I’m not quite sure, Kris. It could be nothing…or….it could be something! When we get back to the Village, I’ll head to my workshop and look into it.”

Book Blast – THE TIGRESS AND THE YOGI

 

 

Hot off the presses! THE TIGRESS AND THE YOGI by Shelley Schanfield is
available now! Sign up to win a paperback copy of her book or one of 5 ebooks!

 

Title:
THE TIGRESS AND THE YOGI
Author: Shelley Schanfield
Publisher: Lake House
Books
Pages: 382
Genre: Historical Fantasy
A talking tigress.
A wandering yogi.
A young woman’s harrowing journey through an ancient land where chaos
threatens gods and mortals alike.
A tigress speaks to the outcaste girl Mala, and as she flees in
terror, she encounters an old yogi. She offers him hospitality. As an
untouchable, her very shadow may sully the holy man, but he accepts, repaying
her kindness with stories that awaken her hunger for forbidden spiritual
knowledge. Soon after he leaves, she is orphaned and enslaved, but the warrior
goddess Durga appears in a vision and offers her hope. 
Thus begins her quest for liberation, on which she meets gods and goddesses, high-born
Brahmins and lowly keepers of the cremation grounds, outlaws and kings, and
young Prince Siddhartha Gautama, who is prophesied to become the Buddha. She
finds happiness for a brief time, but when she loses everything, her quest goes
terribly wrong. She becomes an outlaw warrior, worshipping the dark goddess,
Kali. She masters occult powers but descends into madness, misusing the
supernatural gifts the goddess bestows, and when she again encounters the old
yogi, she must decide whether to continue on the path of bloody vengeance or
seek transcendence through the power of yoga.
The Tigress and the Yogi is an historical fantasy that brings to life the
vivid mythical world of ancient
India and transports the reader
to the Buddha’s time in a story filled with love and fear, anger and desire.
This visionary novel
creates a memorable portrait of a powerful woman, her extraordinary daughter,
and the men they challenge and inspire. It examines the yearning for spiritual
transformation and inner peace, and the ways in which the pursuit of wisdom and
compassion can go terribly wrong.

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Book Excerpt:

Fragrant trees shaded the
grove, though open patches among the leaves admitted some dappled sunlight.
After the thick, dense forest, this place was like a spacious and cool green
temple. There was a tall, slender stone pillar set in a circle of stones in the
very center. The snake-loving Nagas, the most fearsome of the hidden forest
tribes, must have sacrificed here once. Nagas had not been seen near the
village in years, but everyone still feared them. Sometimes when a village man
disappeared, people whispered that the dark ones had sacrificed him to their
Great Mother, She who was ancient as the earth.
Mala shrugged off a whisper of
unease. It was so peaceful and beautiful, there could be no danger. She crawled
to a tree trunk and curled up against it to rest awhile. The birds and insects
remained silent. Her own breathing was loud in her ears. It felt good just to
rest her hand on her belly as it rose and fell. Soon she was aware of nothing
else.
Her back against the tree and
her head nodding, Mala slipped into a strange new place of lights and sounds. The
tree’s roots cradled her and the earth’s coolness was like a soothing caress.
Light fell from the leaves above like drops of water. Then she gasped.
On a tigress’s back, a many-armed,
beautiful goddess appeared in radiant splendor, waving hands carrying weapons.
One hand the goddess held before her breasts in a strange gesture, thumb and
forefinger touching. The other she held out toward Mala, and from its upward-facing
palm shot a beam of light. Mala prostrated before the vision.
Om, Divine One,” Mala said. Om!”
The bejeweled goddess
dismounted from the tigress and with her two free hands lifted her ruby and
diamond garland from around her neck, smiling as she did so.
I am Durga, Mala. Durga held out the garland. One day this will be yours. As Mala reached for the sparkling
necklace, the red jewels began to drip blood. Mala cried out.
She woke. The vision flitted at
the edges of consciousness like a wild animal hiding in the forest’s shadows.
Dusk was approaching. In the distance, there was something or someone: a horse
whinnied, human voices called and laughed. Or did she imagine it? Was Durga
only a dream?
No. The warrior goddess was
real. Warriors had strength and courage. It was a sign. Mala must be strong and
courageous, too. But what did the jewels dripping blood mean?
That when a warrior fights for
justice, blood is shed.

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About the Author

 

Shelley Schanfield’s passion for
Buddhism and yoga arose sixteen years ago, when she and her son earned black
belts in Tae Kwon Do. The links between the martial arts and Buddhist techniques
to calm and focus the mind fascinated her. By profession a librarian, Shelley
plunged into research about the time, place, and spiritual traditions that 2500
years ago produced Prince Siddhartha, who became the Buddha. Yoga, in some
form, has a role in all of these traditions. Its transformational teachings
soon prompted Shelley to hang up her black belt and begin a yoga practice that
she follows to this day.
Because she loves historical
fiction, Shelley looked for a good novel about the Buddha. When she didn’t find
one that satisfied her, she decided to write her own novels based on the
spiritual struggles of women in the Buddha’s time. She published the first book
in the Sadhana Trilogy, The Tigress and the Yogi, in 2016 and will
publish the second, The Mountain Goddess in early 2017.

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Giveaway Details:

Shelley is giving away one
autographed copy of The Tigress and the Yogi PLUS 5 ebooks!

Terms & Conditions:
  • By entering the giveaway, you
    are confirming you are at least 18 years old.
  • Six winners will be chosen
    via Rafflecopter.
  • This giveaway ends midnight January 27.
  • Winner will be contacted via
    email on February 1.
  • Winner has 48 hours to reply.
Good luck everyone!

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Book Blast – FIRE AND SWORD

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The three volume set of Fantasy/Horror Author Dylan Doose’s SWORD AND SORCERY SERIES is available now! You can find out about all three books below!

 

Title: FIRE AND SWORD
Author: Dylan Doose
Publisher: Independent
Pages: 332
Genre: Fantasy/Horror
Condemned to hang for their crimes, they’ll march instead to perish as heroes, or live as free men.
A broken nation in need of a savior – ravaged by plague, decimated by dark magic, infiltrated by a foreign evil seeking to dominate from within. Three will rise to save the beleaguered land. But will they be enough?
A fantasy adventure for fans of Joe Abercrombie, Mark Lawrence and Scott Lynch!
Three men condemned to die: Aldous Weaver, a heretic monk turned sorcerer, imprisoned for accidentally incinerating the leader of his order. Kendrick the Cold, an infamous crusader turned fugitive, is a villain who knows he can never be a hero. Theron Ward, an aristocrat with a penchant for slaughtering monsters, and a legend in his own mind.
When the kingdom of Brynth is threatened by a far greater evil, the unlikely trio must make a choice — seek to escape this land that cries for their execution, or find the true heroes within themselves. And then, armed with fire and sword, march together against the forces of darkness. But can three such disparate warriors ever prevail?
 **Fire and Sword received an Honorable Mention from Library Journal 2016 and a Shelf Unbound Magazine
Notable 100 for 2015**
Don’t miss the dark fantasy that reviewers are calling ‘gritty, fast-paced and compelling’—get your copy of Fire and Sword today!

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About the Book:
Title: CATACOMBS OF TIME
Author: Dylan Doose
Publisher: Independent
Pages: 59
Genre: Fantasy/Horror
A fantasy adventure for fans of Joe Abercrombie, Mark Lawrence and Scott Lynch!
In a world where the Rata Plaga and ghouls feast on the dead, doctor Gaige De’Brouillard believes science, not magic, conquers all. 
Even death is just an equation to be solved. 
When De’Brouillard is called upon by the Lord Regent to cure a curse and save one of the damned, he must battle for his career, his faith in science, and even his life. In the darkest slums and deepest catacombs, the doctor finds himself staring death in the eye with no scientific solution at hand. Has the doctor finally come across a question that science cannot answer, and will he pay with his life?
Don’t miss the dark fantasy that reviewers are calling ‘visceral,’ ‘fantastic,’ and ‘intriguing’—get your
copy of Catacombs of Time today!

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About the Book:
Title: THE PYRES
Author: Dylan Doose
Publisher: Independent
Pages: 268
Genre: Fantasy/Horror
Once again, three unlikely heroes must band together in a fiery conflict between gods and demons.
A country ravaged by civil war, now threatened with evil unleashed by rivers of blood. Three must rise again to save the beleaguered land and thwart a dark prophecy.
A fantasy adventure for fans of Joe Abercrombie, Mark Lawrence and Scott Lynch!
Theron Ward, Aldous Weaver and Kendrick the Cold must band together and fight again. This time, they are caught in the timeless clash of gods and demons, and led by the dark prophecy of dreams.
A ruthless warlord, the Dog Eater, rises out of the rivers of blood from civil war. As friend and foe reach out from futures past, the three will see a city of white stone turn black with ash … and the only way forward is through the fire. One thing is certain, none of them will ever be the same. And one will be transformed in ways he never dreamed. Dare the three depend on the blood ties of the past to carry them through this terrible night?
Don’t miss the next thrilling installment in the dark fantasy that reviewers are calling ‘gritty, fast-paced and compelling’—get your copy of The Pyres today!

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Book Excerpt from FIRE AND SWORD:

The thing left a trail of thick black blood and green pus.
More a stream than a trail, if Theron Ward, hunter of monsters, wanted to be
precise. It was wounded and wounded horribly, but not dead.
Grimmshire was not the only town ruined by the plague. As
far as Theron knew, the whole country had a piece of it. The rats came with
those terrible black boils. Rats larger than dogs. In the beginning, they came
in swarms. Now they appeared alone or in small roving packs, as if a once
powerful tether that bound the group had been weakened.
Four years ago, they had come and spewed their filth into
the town. Two days was all it had taken until half the town was crawling and
squealing with the rats, puking up pus and bursting black boils. The other half
of the town became the swarm’s feast.
Those who didn’t turn simply couldn’t. The priests said that
only the sinners turned, that the pious were protected from the plague. Theron
doubted that, for he was not a pious man and he knew a thing or two about
sin—sins of the flesh mostly—and he had been exposed to enough plague to wipe
out a city.
Yet he had not turned.
Theron suspected something more sinister than nature, or the
work of gods and devils to be the villainy incarnate that had unleashed such
wickedness upon the land. He suspected something more human, or slightly more
than human. Unpopular opinion, but his opinion nonetheless.
It was midday, but
it was dark in the ruined town. The clouds shrouded the sun, gray and
threatening, but not a drop of rain. The once green pastures were yellow as far
as the eye could see. Once this had been a bustling, happy little town. Now
there were just the colors of pus and piss and ash all around, beneath those
suffocating gray clouds.
There came a rustling sound from the chapel, the one
building in the town not entirely burned to the ground. It had been painted
white when it was built, and painted black with soot and ash when death had
come to its town. The stained glass windows were shattered, shards of the
vibrant panes scattered round in the dirt and the yellow grass.
Theron burst through the door. His skin crawled at the sight
of the wounded thing within the chapel; they always made his skin crawl, though
he had killed over a hundred. He could kill over a thousand and still his skin
would crawl.
Theron was a beast hunter, had been for nearly a decade, but
the rats had always disturbed him the most, more than any creature or demon.
What made the things so terrible was not the giant, rotting buckteeth that
burst from the mouth. It was not the boils or the tufts of matted fur. Not the
long tail or the brutish muscles, not the naked, sagging female breasts or the
male parts dangling, filthy and crusted.
It was the eyes, for the eyes remained entirely human. And
so, Theron was certain that a human being was still left in there, with no
control over what it had become and begging for its torment to end.
This one had been a woman once, perhaps a mother, a lover, a
sister, a daughter. For a dreadful moment he pictured his own sister taking the
form of the wretched thing before him.
About the Author:

Writer. Sculptor. Bad fitness advice. In between writing books, award winning fantasy author Dylan Doose fills his not-so-busy schedule with martial arts, mountain biking, paddle surfing, weight lifting, and of course HBO, PS4 and increasing the size of his beloved personal library. Dylan’s Fire and Sword received an honorable mention from Library Journal in 2016 and was a Shelf Unbound Notable 100 for 2015.

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Blog Tour – Never Go Alone

 

Hot off the presses! NEVER GO ALONE by Denison Hatch is
available now! Please a comment below and say hi!

 Title: Never Go Alone
Author: Denison Hatch
Publisher: Lookout Press
Pages: 300
Genre: Thriller/Mystery/Police Procedural

A rash of elaborate cat burglaries of luxury buildings in Manhattan
has the police and mayor panicked. When a group of social media obsessed
millennials—a loosely organized crew that call themselves “urban explorers”—are
suspected in the heists, NYPD detective Jake Rivett is assigned the case.Already undercover with one foot on each side of the blue line, Rivett is
ordered to infiltrate the group and discern responsibility. Battling against
both his own personal demons and misgivings regarding his superiors, Rivett
dives deep into the urban exploration scene in pursuit of the truth. But what,
and who, he finds—deep in the sewers, up in the cranes above under-construction
skyscrapers, and everywhere else in New York—will
change not only Jake, but the city itself.

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Book Excerpt:

Two feet hammered the pavement. With movement as rapid as it
was controlled, the explorer’s muscles tensed for what was to come. The target,
all twenty stories of unabashedly neo-classical splendor, towered across the
street. Infiltrating the building would be easy, but the next step was
difficult. And the rest? Brilliant meets impossible.
The explorer was wearing a small camera on his chest, which captured his
viewpoint with slightly shaky but high-definition clarity. A parking post stood
ahead—cement poured into a strong iron tube. The man sprinted forward and
vaulted onto the post. He maintained his momentum, springing off the top of the
post onto an enormous industrial air-conditioning unit. Now eight feet in the
air, he had only one stride before his next jump. He sailed through the empty
air, arms outstretched, fingers tensing—a twelve-foot-high brick wall ahead.
Just reaching the wall, the explorer’s fingers grasped the edge. His right hand
couldn’t find traction. His fingernails scraped desperately as he started to
fall. But two fingers on his left hand did their job. He hung on, swinging
precariously before centering himself and pulling his body up and over the
wall.
The explorer dropped down on the other side. His body contracted into a tight
ball as he careened toward the construction gravel below. At the last moment,
he rotated and achieved a rolling landing—lessening gravity’s impact. He came
to a stop. Breathing heavily, he took a brief respite from the task at hand.
His chest heaved as he peered around the construction site that he’d just
infiltrated. He knew that a lone security guard sat in a booth on the other
side of the block. But he also knew the guard was engrossed in his cell phone,
only stopping occasionally to gaze onto an adjoining street. As long as the
explorer was quiet, the guard would be none the wiser. The coast was clear. He
reached for a mic attached to the side strap of his backpack.
“All silent. Only one clown in the circus,” the explorer whispered into the
microphone. Still out of breath, he reached for his hydration tube and took a
long sip of water. Then he rotated and watched as three more compatriots
covertly slid over the top of the tall brick wall.
They each hit the ground in the same rolling manner, limiting trauma with
expert precision. The entire crew was clad in dark outdoor technical clothes,
breathable shirts, top-of-the-line Gore-Tex pants and trail runners with all
reflective surfaces blocked out by black Sharpie. Their faces were covered by
bandanas or ski masks. Respirators, climbing gear, knives, and cameras were
both hanging from and strapped to their belts and backpacks.
The crew split in three different directions, acting as lookouts for any errant
guard or construction manager onsite in the middle of the night. It was
unlikely, but their plans called for extreme caution. That’s what had made them
so successful—their secret sauce was not daring; it was preparation. After
confirming that the others were in position, the explorer focused on the
mission at hand.
An enormous tower crane stood against the edge of the construction site. Built
like a towering T, the machine’s base was a concrete shithouse holding up three
hundred feet of crisscrossing steel. The explorer expertly grabbed the side of
the crane. Instead of heading for the control booth at the bottom, he simply
began to ascend up the latticework that made up the sides—hands followed by
legs on an upstream ladder.
Stopping midway to catch his breath, the man couldn’t help but look down.
Vertigo’s tendrils reached out like forbidden fruit. His foot wavered to catch
hold of a one-inch bar of the latticework. But he controlled the panic,
centered himself, and continued climbing.
A few minutes later, the explorer reached the top of the crane. He pulled
himself over the T’s edge and gazed along the hundred-and-fifty-foot-length
atop the long horizontal span. Instead of traversing in the direction of the
construction site from which he’d originated, the explorer headed the opposite
way. Careful with the placement of his feet, he headed towards the side of the
crane that extended halfway across the street below. It was a slow process. The
latticework consisted of both ninety-degree and diagonal pieces of steel, like
a series of bars with a crosshatch pattern strung across it. And between the
pieces of the crane’s structure was nothing—a dark void. One misstep, one
hesitation, one dash of grease and the explorer would plummet over twenty
stories through thin air and become one with the blacktop of the city. It was
not a pleasant thought, making the already difficult process deeply
nerve-wracking.
“You will not bust.” The man talked himself through the fear as he reached the
far end of the crane. He was now extended as far across the street below as the
machinery would take him.
The explorer gazed down the gleaming city from the Upper West Side,
all the way through Midtown and into Chelsea.
It was more than a place now, more than a landscape. By this point at its
evolution, Manhattan represented a
geospatial-and-social coordinate on the razor’s edge of modernity. It was no
longer what the future could be. It was the future itself, right now, happening
in front of one’s eyes and reaching the stage of infinite singularity. As the
years had gone on, the surfaces of the metropolis had become smooth, the lights
perfect, the façades utterly complete. It no longer beckoned for the masses
humbly—it repelled them. The construction site the explorer had ascended from
would soon consist of glass, marble, and sex. That was all, and that was
everything, and if one was rich enough, one could buy it. The new culture
didn’t care for culture itself. It did not bow to subtlety of argument or
freedom of soul. It only knew money—astronomical levels of money. The only
people who could afford to live here would be the progeny of sovereign wealth
fund managers, tech moonshot winners, and industrial titans. Nothing was free,
for anyone—not even the views.
Except for our explorer—right now. It was his, alone. He admired the panorama
of New York. Yes, there was the
mission, but this was deserving of a photograph. He pulled the camera off his
chest harness, activated selfie mode, and turned it towards himself. He lined
up, framing the background of the city behind him. Click. The camera’s flash
erupted. He flipped his hand down, as if to form an upside down V slogan.
Click. Another flash—another selfie—his face shrouded by a hood throughout the
entire process.
Having finished memorializing the scene, the man ducked down towards the crane.
As he secured something to the crane, he gazed away from the construction site
and towards his target.
A sharp contrast to the modern structures popping up like weeds, the limestone
apartment building across the street was built during the turn of the
century—the last century, not this. Its hulking body did not undulate as it
rose. Instead the building consisted of strong vertical bands that ran up to
form elaborate choragic arches and support the pointed top of the roof. Four
large penthouse balconies graced each corner of the building, easily visible to
the explorer who stood above them on the crane. He breathed deeply, then jumped
off the crane into the darkness below.
Suspended by a climbing rope, the man careened from the top of the crane and
over the street, until he was positioned directly above the penthouse balcony
of the old building. The pendulum continued, however, and he swung back.
The second time he was ready. His toes landed lithely on the penthouse’s
balcony. He paced towards the enclosed glass greenhouse. One of the small
windows of the greenhouse was unlatched, exposing a sliver of access.
The explorer carefully maneuvered the window open.
He climbed into the penthouse.
And the city’s lights twinkled as if nothing had happened at all . . .
About the Author
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Denison Hatch is a screenwriter and novelist based in Los Angeles.
Although he lives in the proverbial desert now, he is originally from Delaware—land
of rolling hills and DuPont gunpowder. Denison
has a number of feature and television projects in development, including his
original screenplay, Vanish Man, which is set up at Lionsgate. A graduate of Cornell
University, Denison
lives with his wife and big dog in a little house in Hollywood.
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VBT – Light in My Dark

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About the Book

Title: Light In My Dark

Author: William Dresden and Jean Gilbert

Genre: YA Fantasy

Sixteen-year-old Harper Deveraux has longed for an adventure ever since her mother died of cancer four years ago. Much to her dismay, she is stuck in Glen Eden, a small mountain town in upstate New York that does little to fuel her hopes and dreams.

Another year of high school has begun, and with the Moon Dance only a few weeks away, Harper suddenly finds herself torn between the affections of two boys: her best friend Jack, and a new boy from the City named Knes who might not be from this world.

Strange things begin to happen in Glen Eden when Harper uncovers a mystery that involved her mother and a realm shrouded in darkness that lies beyond the wall… A realm that Knes intends to take her to. Only Jack stands in his way.

Light In My Dark, is an action-packed modern YA fantasy, filled with dark forces, love, and self-discovery.

Authors Bios

William Dresden is an author and award-winning screenwriting. He spent several years as a script doctor and pursued the dream of writing hollywood blockbusters. Now he mostly writes fiction and enjoys spending time with his family and friends. William currently lives in Virginia with his wife and two children.

Jean Gilbert is an award winning speculative fiction writer from New Zealand. She is a Core member of SpecFicNZ, and is also the coordinator for SpecFicNZ Central. Jean’s novels include the Vault Agency Series: Shifters, Ardus, and The Vault. You can find her short stories Blonde Obsession in Baby Teeth: Bite Size Tales of Terror, and Pride in the Contact Light Anthology.

Links

ITUNES: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/light-in-my-dark/id1153359302?mt=11
AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/Light-My-Dark-Beyond-Wall-ebook/dp/B01LVVONUS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UT
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AMAZON CA: https://www.amazon.ca/Light-My-Dark-Beyond-Wall-ebook/dp/B01LVVONUS/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1480742304&sr=8-2&keywords=Light+in+my+dark
KOBO: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/light-in-my-dark
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/light-in-my-dark-jean-gilbert/1124599371?ean=9780473363833

Social Media & Websites:

Authors Websites: www.williamdresden.com www.jeangilbert.com
Authors Twitter: https://twitter.com/WilliamDresden, https://twitter.com/jean_gilbert
Authors Facebook: www.facebook.com/william.dresden.31, www.facebook.com/jean.gilbert.7370

Publishers Twitter: https://twitter.com/readroguehouse
Publishers Facebook: www.facebook.com/roguehousepublishing
Publishers Website: http://www.roguehousepublishing.co.nz

VBT ~ THE LAST TEN POUNDS

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The Last Ten Pounds: One Woman’s Journey to Love (by shedding Fear, Anger, Hatred…and Everything In-Between)
by Lina Sage

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GENRE: Memoir

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BLURB:

Shortly after I was born, my family left Vietnam’s strict Communist regime by escaping on a tiny fishing boat in the middle of the night.

Luckily, Canada accepted us as refugees and we were excited for a new beginning. However, any hopes of a brighter future vanished before an abusive alcoholic father who’s repeated physical violence against my mom left me screaming for any stability. Sexual, physical and emotional abuse clouded my childhood years leaving me so damaged that it changed who I was meant to grow up to be.

In my early twenties, I bought a house and converted it into a full blown marijuana grow op.

Soon after, I entered into the world of elite call girls and became one of the most sought after girls in my agency. By my late twenties, I was on top of the world and the proud owner of a multi-million-dollar luxury day spa.

Just when I thought I had it all, I made the ultimate mistake that ended in me losing everything and hitting rock bottom.

I was spiritually broken and in desperate need of healing. I had no choice but to reconcile with my past. This decision brought me down a miraculous journey that opened me up to consciousness and enabled me to exist in the space I do today; that of uninhibited peace.

The Last 10 Pounds: One Woman’s Journey to Love (by shedding Fear, Anger, Hatred…and Everything In-Between) is my personal journey and a testament that it is possible to heal and transform. To be the person you were born to be.
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BOOK EXCERPT

“Uncle Quinn… please stop. Please stop Uncle Quinn! Stop it you’re hurting me!” I wailed loudly.

“Shhh… I’m just playing with you,” he replied with a sly look on his face, as he continued to grope me with both hands.

This had happened many times before, the constant touching and fondling of my private parts every time Uncle Quinn saw me. See the thing is, I didn’t make it easy for him because of my feisty nature. Usually I would be able to run away before he could really get a hold of me and on the times that I couldn’t get away, his inappropriateness would only last a few minutes until I would squirm so hard that he would finally release me from his grasp.

But today was different and I felt it immediately. His huge hand pinned down both my tiny wrists and with his other hand he proceeded to maliciously rip off my summer jumpsuit. His weight crushed my petite frame to the floor so much so that I couldn’t move. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t create enough wiggle space to escape his 6’2 lanky stature. With his free hand he pushed his fingers inside me with such ferocity that a loud scream escaped my mouth before I could even discern what was happening.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Lina Sage is a writer, speaker, producer and entrepreneur. She is the creator and founder of Chic Spirituality; a movement whose philosophy is to live your life with heightened awareness by surrounding yourself with things you deem beautiful. Lina believes balance of mind, body and soul, is the key to unlocking all things beautiful. Therefore, she enjoys physical activity to maintain a strong body and meditation to calm the mind. But she especially cherishes time spent with her beloved husband and dog because they are what brings her soul the greatest joy. Lina also likes to surround herself with great food and exotic travels around the world.

Social Media Links:

website: www.linasage.com
facebook: www.facebook.com/chicsage
instagram: www.instagram.com/chicsage/?hl=en

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RAFFLECOPTER GIVEAWAY

Lina will be awarding a $20 amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Enter to win a $20 Amazon/BN GC – a Rafflecopter giveaway

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VBT ~ DARK COMMUNION

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Dark Communion
by CJ Perry

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GENRE: epic fantasy

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The minotaurs have kept Ayla and Deetra’s people in chains for 200 years. With nothing left to live for, and a death sentence in her womb, Ayla trades her soul for a chance to break the curse which holds her people in slavery. Armed only with her faith, she and Deetra start a revolution, and bring about the return of the Goddess of Darkness.

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BOOK EXCERPT

The woman’s lips curved up in a smile but no lines formed in her cheeks. She looked like a living statue, and not one bit like her mother.

“Who are you?” Ayla asked.

The stranger leaned over Ayla, resting her palms on the altar. Her voice took on a hollow yet resonant quality. Her breath suffused the air with a heady fragrance like scented oils.

“I am the dark corner that hides those in need. The eternal ruler of the Abyss.”

“You’re a God?”

“I was once their Queen.”

“Am I dead?”

The Goddess kissed Ayla on the forehead with cold lips. “You are at His doorstep.”

“Where’s my mom?”

“The dead cannot hear your pleas. I have come in her stead, my child.”

Ayla never believed in the Gods. And if they did exist, she wanted nothing to do with any who would leave their people in chains.

“I’m not your child.”

The woman grabbed Ayla under the jaw, fingers digging into her cheeks. Her icy eyes remained impassive but her voice lowered threateningly.

“You are the daughter of Steelhorn, the grandson of Tor, who is my son. I am not just your mother, but the mother of every woman born from a breeding cabin.” The Night Goddess let go of Ayla’s jaw. The closest brazier’s flame shone blue in the Her black tresses. “I have waded through the River of Dreams to answer your call, and this is how you thank me?”

“I’m dreaming?” Ayla asked.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

My deep and abiding love of fantasy began when I was six when I first saw the 1981 film Dragonslayer on VHS with my father. He loved fantasy movies too, but didn’t have the courage to be a dork about it like I did. That movie was a gateway drug that led me straight to the hard stuff – CS Lewis. I was far too young for such potency but by the time I was ten I had read the whole series. That’s when I found my first Dungeons and Dragons group. When I started playing, my friends and I used pre-made campaign settings and published adventures, but I quickly grew restless with their limitations and trite story lines. I needed my own persistent world: something adaptable to my whim and that no one else owned.

Back in my day, there was no internet, so I took out every book about castles and medieval history from the school library and read them in Math class (I’m still terrible at math as a result). I came up with an entire world and brand new history. I read books on cartography and hand drew maps of my new world. I created a cosmology, a hierarchy of gods, and the tenets of their religions. I read the Dungeon Master’s guide a dozen times, and every fantasy novel I could get my hands on.

Then, one day, I sat down and told my friends, “Hey guys, wanna try my story instead?”
Even 15 years after the original D&D campaigns ended, former players tell me that they share our incredible stories with their children. I’m honored to say that most of those players still have their original character sheets 16-20 years later, and a couple have even named their children after them.

Now, I’m 39 years old and a loving father of 2 girls, and I still play those games on occasion. My passion has evolved into putting those ideas and amazing stories on paper for the whole world to enjoy. My first novel took me and co-author DC Fergerson 10 years to write and topped out at 180,000 words. Being too long and too complex, I finally ended the project and took its lessons to heart.

I learned that Dungeons & Dragons did not translate well into a novel. D&D made for great times, but also for some meandering plot lines, pointless encounters, and poor character motivations. No matter how memorable some of the moments were, if I wanted anyone to read my story, I needed to learn a lot more about writing.

I threw myself into being a full time student of novel crafting. I read every book on writing by Dwight Swain I could find. I paid Chuck Sambuchino (Editor for Writer’s Digest) to critique and edit my older work. I took James Patterson’s Masterclass, went to college, and joined online writing communities. All the while, I read my favorite fantasy novels again, only this time with a mental highlighter. I reworked my stories, outlined them, and decided to start from the beginning.

Many, many years later, I am in the final edit and proofreading stage of Dark Communion, the first installment of the Shadowalker Chronicles. My role as a father of two girls heavily influenced the characters I’d known for over 20 years, shaping them into women that my own daughters could respect. My characters took on a depth and quality that brings them off the page and into the minds of readers, because they have become all too real. I was privileged enough to work on two careers at the same time to accomplish this feat – a fun-loving and involved stay-at-home dad, and a full time writer.

Links:
https://artofthearcane.wordpress.com/
http://www.cjperry.net/
https://twitter.com/DarkCommunion
https://www.facebook.com/DarkCommunion/

Amazon pre-purchase link:
https://www.amazon.com/Dark-Communion-Preview-Godswar-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B01L2T0LU6/

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RAFFLECOPTER GIVEAWAY

CJ Perry will be awarding a $10 and a $20 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to two randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour.

Enter to win a $20 or $10 Amazon/BN GC – a Rafflecopter giveaway

Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:

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CJ, Thanks for being here today. Tell us about you.
My answer might be a bit controversial for some people. See, Im bipolar, but Im not supposed to say that. The politically correct wat to say it is, “I have bipolar disorder.” Person-first language is really stressed by people in mental health and teaching. (My wife is a special education teacher) They say no one should be defined by their disorder. In my case: I disagree.

Im defined by my bipolar. For the past 25 years, it has shaped everything about me either directly or indirectly. It gives or inflicts strengths and weaknesses that I would not have if I were “normal.” It forced me to weave my personal growth and even my thoughts around those twisty obstacles like depression, mania, impulsivity, hypersexuality (yeah, I said it), and wanderlust. I can get so depressed that it is detectible in the Cortisol levels in my blood and is labeled “Psychotic Depression.” I can get so manic that that I don’t sleep for days and then move my whole family to another state. (Yes, that really happened) Today, Im manic. Expect long answers. 🙂

If you could hang out with one famous person for one day, who would it be and why?
Funny, I’ve never really thought about it. Maybe George Lucas? So I could beat him senseless? Kidding. (Or am I?) Ummm… Tyler Durden. I mean – Brad Pitt. I’d just make him wear the red jacket and hit golf balls at windows with me in the toxic waste part of town.

What’s the story behind your latest book?
That’s a long story, but I suppose one I better get used to telling. Not that I mind, I love the story of how it happened as much as the book itself. Truth is (like it’s a confession or something), I started telling the story about 25 years ago, as a part of the backstory of the villain for a Dungeons and Dragons campaign I ran. One day, someone asked why the evil army was attacking. In my early teens, character motivations wasn’t something I considered much, especially not the villains. I mean – who cares? They’re villains. But, my players wanted to know, so I had to come up with a rational explanation.

“The Northern Empire was enslaved for hundreds of years, the crown knew, but did nothing.”
“Why didn’t the crown do something to help their fellow humans?”
“Because the North was enslaved by minotaurs.”
“Oh. Good reason.”

That was it, for more than twenty years. That was the whole story of Dark Communion and my upcoming sequel. But once the campaign finally ended (and in epic fashion) my brother-in-law and I sat down to write the first book of The Paradox Chronicles – what would ultimately end up being designated as the future third series.

It was a disaster. We spent more years than I care to admit trying to edit a 180,000-word monstrosity full of cliché’s and long-winded exposition. The plot was too complex, and the amount of history needed to understand it’s consequences was enormous; about 6 books worth. We finally scrapped the project and went our separate ways.

I learned that Dungeons & Dragons did not translate well into a novel. D&D made for great times, but also for some meandering plot lines, pointless encounters, and poor character motivations. No matter how memorable some of the moments were, if I wanted anyone to read my story, I needed to learn a lot more about writing.

I threw myself into being a full time student of novel crafting. I read every book on writing by Dwight Swain I could find. I paid Chuck Sambuchino (Editor for Writer’s Digest) to critique and edit my older work. I took James Patterson’s Masterclass, went to college, and joined online writing communities. All the while, I read my favorite fantasy novels again, only this time with a mental highlighter. I reworked my stories, outlined them, and decided to start from the beginning. Dark Communion, the first installment of the Godswar Chronicles, is that beginning.

What is your writing process?
I have some tangible evidence of that old campaign left; character sheets, maps, a few timelines, and the players who played those characters are on Facebook. That’s where I start. I look over those things, and reminisce with those people for ideas and to fix missing pieces. This same campaign was played DOZENS of times by different people (with me as a DM), and it was different each time, so I take my favorite parts of each version to use in the Godswar Chronicles (Of Which Dark Communion is Book 1).

Then, I sit down and outline. First, I outline a 3 act structure. Then, I do a Dwight Swain, Techniques of the Selling Writer style Scene/Sequel outline. Once that is done, and the story feels right, I start writing. I don’t always stick to the outline perfectly, so I edit it as I go.

Funny you should suggest music though (and Metallica – HUGE Metallica fan), because Hozier basically inspired a lot of this book with the song “Take Me To Church.” I know it’s a far cry from Frayed Ends of Sanity, but I try to find songs that fit the vibe of what Im writing, and draw inspiration from a new take on the lyrics when I get stuck. I know Take Me To Church is a statement directed at the Catholic church, condemning it’s treatment of gays, but I heard another story in that haunting and soulful song – parts of my story and my characters feelings. I also liked 30 Seconds to Mars’ Hurricane, and Breaking Benjamin’s Give Me a Sign while working on the book. I actually have a youtube playlist (aww, my sad lonely youtube channel) dedicated to both book 1 and 2. My wife now hates every song on them. lol

Tell us about your main character:
Ayla grew up a slave from birth in a land ruled by minotaurs. Her mother died when Ayla was only 13 which threw her into a deep depression. As she faces the same fate as her mother four years later, she’s given up on life. That’s when she meets the Night Goddess, when she is at her lowest point, dying in her sleep. The Night Goddess tells her the story of why her people are slaves, and that she is pregnant with a minotaur child that will kill her in childbirth – the same way her mother died.
The Goddess offers Ayla a choice, a meaningless death, or a faithful and heroic one. Ayla chooses the latter. From that point on, she’s pretty uncomplicated. With her faith in her Goddess comes the ability to heal wounds, command people with her Mother’s voice, and inspire bravery. She never hesitates, she moves straight ahead, tackling obstacles with her faith and an outrage that won’t ever die.

If your book was to be turned into a movie, who would play the lead role and why.
Alexandra Daddario. I think she’s a good actress, and has Ayla’s piercing wintery eyes. Alexandra strikes me as the kind of girl that could paralyze someone with those eyes given the proper motivation. She has a bit of a smolder to her, and something dark beneath the surface… I don’t know, maybe Im overthinking it. I just think she would make an amazing Ayla.

What are you working on next?
Book 2 of The Godswar Chronicles. I have the Prologue and 1st chapter done, but Im still in the outlining phase and trying to decide on one of two titles. “The Dark Queen’s Wizard” or “Exorcism of Light.” There will be a preview of it (The Prologue and possibly the first chapter) in the Kickstarter Limited Edition paperbacks and hard covers for Dark Communion.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/cjperry/215863491?token=8a0cb18e

What advice do you have for other writers who want to get the word out about their book?
Im just starting to get the word out, so I don’t know much yet. It may be a bit controversial, but I will say that if you are a new author (like me) with no platform (like me) and only 1 book (like me) then you might want to consider making your book Kindle Unlimited eligible. Also, pick a good promotion company for a blog tour that won’t cost you a fortune, like Goddess Fish Promotions.

What is your favorite book on your shelf right now?
The Soulforge. Margaret Weis is a genius, and a master at her craft. With so much Dragonlance out there, Soulforge is the beginning – same as Dark Communion is for me.

Do you have any special/extraordinary talents?
Bipolar Mania. Not kidding. Some people do drugs to feel high and stay up for days at a time. I have Bipolar mania.

You are given the choice of one super power. What super power would you have and why?
Teleportation. Life would just be easier if I didn’t have to do anything to go anywhere.

List 5 things on your bucket list:

In no particular order:

  1. See my daughters get married.
  2. Have grandkids.
  3. Finish books 2 and 3 of the Godswar Chronicles.
  4. Write the next 2 series (already roughly outlined)
  5. Have a bestselling series