The Three Poisons by John Molik – Spotlight and Giveaway

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It’s 2025. An evil cabal known as the Horsemen are looking to colonize space with advanced technologies that have been kept hidden from humanity. A dark faction wants to destroy life as we know it. An artificially intelligent computer must learn love to save mankind, but is there enough time?

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Aria shrugged. “I don’t know. What is a feeling, General?” She glared at him with the emerald green eyes of nuclear fire. It was if some arcane form of transmission left those glowing orbs and entered deep into the soul of the general.

He shook slightly and had to break eye contact. “Uh, well, I feel…Jesus, what the hell did you just do?”

“It wasn’t me.” She stood up and slowly walked over to the general, put both her hands on his shoulders, then spoke to him. “It was Zeus.”

“Zeus?” Saavilieu questioned. “What do you mean?”

She turned to him and did the same thing with her eyes. “Hi, Martin” Her voice sounded slightly phase-shifted. “I want you to know that I love her.”

Everyone in the room became extremely agitated.

Rosenthal got up and approached her. “Aria! Are you alright?” He grabbed her upper arms.

“Mike, what are you doing?” Her voice sounded feminine and normal again. She looked at his hands on her arms. “Not here, naughty boy.”

A few of the guys shook their heads. Rosenthal became very flustered and stepped back. “No, Aria.”

She began laughing.

Ralph Porter tried to get them back on track. “Please, everyone.” He pointed. “Aria, please, if you could just please sit down.”

She gave him a demure smile. “Sure thing, General.” Sashaying across, she seated herself, then pulled up her earlobe exposing the tiny jack port while looking at Saavilieu. “OK, Martin. Stick it in, baby.” She giggled. “And please be gentle.”

Saavilieu nervously got up. “Gentlemen, please, if you may just give me about three minutes. That should be enough time to reveal it all.”

They all nodded.

Martin plugged a wire from a small black device into Aria’s jack port and flicked through some commands on the device’s touch screen. Within seconds, a holographic projection appeared on the wall. It was like looking into somebody’s dreams—absolutely chaotic, meandering, and phantasmagorical. There were voices out of phase, images, screaming, giggling, yelling, everything. Wes Craven couldn’t produce anything more horrific than this. Everyone squirmed in their seats except Mike Rosenthal. He grinned.

About the Author: I grew up in Rancho Palos Verdes, California, and currently reside with my wife in Christchurch, New Zealand. We have two kids, Jared, 20, and Lauren, 18.

My passion for writing began when I was a student at UC Davis and worked as a feature writer for the California Aggie newspaper. Having been nominated for a Brasler Prize (National Scholastic Press Assoc., 1986) for a feature on genetic engineering, I later found the inspiration to write again. In 2013, I began outlining my first thriller, The Fiduciary Delusion, which became the first novel in the Horsemen trilogy. I love to read techno-thrillers, science fiction, and action and suspense novels. Some of my favorite authors include: Philip K. Dick, Kurt Vonnegut, Lawrence Sanders, Robin Cook, and Clive Cussler.

My interests include science, information technology, speculative fiction, existential philosophy, health, and both Western and Eastern holistic medicine. On many occasions, I have also been witnessed strumming guitars, tickling the ivory piano keys, and writing music. In addition, I can be regularly found at the gym lifting weights, or trudging up hills, sea kayaking, and getting out and about enjoying the beautiful, wild outdoors.

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Alien Contact for Runaway Moms by Edward Hoornaert – Spotlight and Giveaway

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When her abusive lover tries to take custody of her baby, Audra flees where even he can’t follow: the aliens’ forbidden cities underneath Kwadra Island.

But can the safety she wants for her daughter survive a search party, violent alien criminals—and the love of an emotionally damaged Kwadran?

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The Kwadran let out a sigh before plopping to the damp ground beside her. She cringed away from him.

“Frightened, lost little cheechako. Look up there. Go ahead, look.”

No matter how she stared, though, she didn’t see an eight-foot oval ventilation shaft into the hillside. No illicit backdoor into a safe haven in the now-abandoned underworld where Kwadrans had holed up when the environment of their alternate Earth went bad.

“What do you see?” he asked.

She had no reason to play his game. Also no reason not to. “Okay, okay. I see an overgrown granite cliff. A bunch of trees, half of them dying—your forest isn’t adapting well to this Earth. Some bright red berries. A bunch of bushes. And a guy I don’t trust.”

His eyes twinkled. She was hard-pressed not to smile.

“Notice anything about the bushes?” he asked.

“They’re, you know…bushes, okay?” Stroking the downy blond hair atop Roxie’s head, Audra looked again. “I have no idea what kind they are, if that’s what you’re after.”

He waited. Though this conversation was weird, it didn’t feel threatening, so she looked uphill again.

And after several seconds, she saw something.

Something invisible.

A hundred feet uphill, shrubs were bending to and fro as though in a stiff breeze—yet she felt no wind. Feeling like Lewis and Clark exploring the wilderness, she licked her forefinger and held it up in all directions. No breeze.

“It’s wind from the ventilation shaft’s fans!” She was inordinately pleased with herself, even though she didn’t care what this guy thought. Obviously.

The twinkle spread from his eyes to his whole face, revealing a different man underneath his impassive, unresponsive exterior. He was the opposite of Kwadra Island. Its buried cities were old and abandoned, but his buried features were young and full of life. For a second—maybe two—she was so startled by the change that she yearned to trust him.

About the Author: Edward Hoornaert is not only an author of science fiction, romance, and non-fiction, he’s also a certifiable Harlequin Hero; he inspired N.Y. Times bestselling author Vicki Lewis Thompson to write her favorite Harlequin Desire, Mr. Valentine, which was dedicated to him. In the past, he wrote contemporary romances for Silhouette Books, but these days he writes science fiction adventures—usually with elements of romance. In addition to novelist, he has been a teacher, technical writer, salesman, janitor, and symphonic oboist.

After having 30 different addresses in his first 28 years, his rolling stone slowed in the mountains of British Columbia and stopped in Tucson, Arizona. His high school sweetheart has been his wife for more years than he has fingers and toes to count. Ed and Judi have three sons, a daughter, a mutt, and the Milky Way Galaxy’s most adorable grandsons.

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Five Tips for Creating Effective Characters in Fantasy Novels by Taylor Hobbs – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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5 Tips for Creating Effective Characters in Fantasy Novels
Cloaked. I want to share some insights about character creation that I learned while writing this debut fantasy romance novel.

1. What’s in a name? Make sure you pick a name you love for your main character, because you will be reading/writing/thinking about it (and if you’re anything like me, talking to them) for months. Also, make sure it isn’t a name you are embarrassed to say out loud when people ask about your novel. You might think Sha’ri’jaca Liha’n looks cool on paper, but try pronouncing it with a straight face.

2. Mirror, Mirror. Please don’t introduce your character by having them examine themselves in a mirror. It’s okay that we don’t know exactly what they look like right away. Everyone will have their own interpretation of your main character when you sprinkle details in throughout the book. Bring your characters to life in the reader’s mind with personality, action, and stand-out traits, don’t bore them with the mundane.

3. It’s all about the inner struggle. World building is so much fun, especially in the fantasy genre. It is easy to get lost in the external plot while being surrounded with magic, but don’t lose sight of your hero’s inner development. Readers want to know how your hero overcomes his/her internal conflicts, what they learn, and what is holding them back from their greatest desire. This is key to keeping readers engaged until the end.

4. Create an all-star supporting cast. Secondary characters in your novel should also have their own story to tell. No one functions without motive, not even the worst villain. Make little bios and backstories for each supporting character, ones that won’t necessarily be included in your novel. That way, when your protagonist interacts with secondary character, dialog and actions will be authentic and multi-dimensional.

5. Avoid wish fulfillment. You want readers to root for your hero due to all his/her awesome qualities, but be careful that you don’t cross the line into Mary Sue territory. A ‘Mary Sue’ main character is someone who is too perfect and easily overcomes unrealistic obstacles. Readers want struggle because it’s relatable. Character flaws allow readers to see pieces of your hero inside themselves. Don’t be afraid to make your hero toil along their journey, it will make their ending all the more satisfying.

If anyone has tips to add, please put them in the comment section below! I want to hear from you as well. How do you create your heroes? What do you avoid? Let’s discuss!

As the Cloaked Shadow, Fawkes has made his career breaking into prisons for any contract with a large enough purse. He takes advantage of the kingdom’s impending revolution by playing both sides of the conflict. Each rescue contract he fulfills turns a tidy profit until he angers the wrong duke.

Charlotte is a criminal-in-training who yearns to crack her mentor’s guarded façade, but is unprepared to confront the depths of his dark past. As her sense of right and wrong blurs, Charlotte discovers just how far she will go for the Cloaked Shadow and the sacrifices he requires.

Now hunted throughout the land, Fawkes must face long-buried secrets in order to survive, but they could destroy him. Charlotte risks everything, including her heart, to set Fawkes on the path to redemption.

Will Charlotte have the strength to pull Fawkes into the light, or will she follow him into the shadows?

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“Please, whatever you are,” Henry begged, “don’t hurt us. Please.”

There was no answer, but Charlotte heard the rustle of fabric and a felt a light breeze on her skin as the shadow whisked by her. She whirled around to face the cell across from Henry’s. Through the haze of her torchlight circle, Charlotte watched as the shadow knelt down, freeing a hand holding a key from the depths of a long, black cloak. With the telltale rasp of iron on iron, the door to the other cell creaked open.

The stranger crept soundlessly inside, returning seconds later with a body slung over its shoulders. The body emitted a low groan, and the shadow lowered its burden to lean against the wall. With unexpected care, the shadow crouched over the emaciated prisoner and murmured softly to him.

Seeing this spark of humanity gave Charlotte the courage she needed. “Help us.” It was a statement, not a question.

The cloaked figure remained kneeling next to its charge, and a man’s voice finally spoke in a low rumble. “But you have nothing to offer me.”

Charlotte hesitated at his unexpected statement, trying to decipher its meaning. “Free my brother, and you can have anything you want.”

About the Author: Taylor Hobbs lives aboard a 38 ft sailboat named Story Time with her husband, baby girl, and dog. They are a military family who love to travel, whether it is by sea or air. When she’s not writing, Taylor enjoys doing yoga and planning her next adventure.

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In less than a week, Bennet will finally return to the Shield Regiment, leaving behind the Gyrfalcon, his father, his friends… and Flynn. Promotion to Shield Major and being given command of a battle group despite the political fallout from Makepeace the year before is everything he thought he wanted. Everything he’s worked towards for the last three years. Except for leaving Flynn. He really doesn’t want to leave Flynn.

There’s time for one last flight together. A routine mission. Nothing too taxing, just savouring every moment with the best wingman, the best friend, he’s ever had. That’s the plan.

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Advice for Writers by Michael Okon – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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Advice for writers

This is a sloooooooooooow industry. When I was self-publishing, I would crank out 4-5 books a year because I was in total control. After I got published it took a full year before my first book Monsterland got published and was available to the public in its new form. Then, fast forward 6 months later, my second book is getting published, Monsterland Reanimated . I have two other books ready to go and my agent has to get those into the publishers’ hands. Everything takes time. You have to have tremendous patience and know that good things come to those who wait. Don’t do this for the money, because you probably will not make anything in the beginning. After a while, once things pick up, writing can become a full time job.

After Monsterland has imploded, the entire world is thrown into chaos. World leadership is gone, economies have collapsed, and communications are non-existent. Wyatt must go beyond the boundaries of his small town to reestablish contact with the outside world, and alert the government about a traitor-in-chief.

During his journey he discovers a new threat released from the bowels of the defunct theme park.

When an army of relentless mummies, a life-sucking ooze called The Glob, and a hybrid reanimated Behemoth rise from the depths of Monsterland, who will survive?

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A bright moon painted the desert’s surface pewter. Here and there, dark spots soiled the landscape like oil spills. Most of the bodies had been taken before the troops were ordered to leave. They carted away the corpses, bulldozing the zombies into mass graves, until radios chirped with urgent orders deploying the soldiers to the bigger threats that erupted in the main cities like a chain of angry volcanos.

Monsterland was extinguished, its carcass left for the vultures to pick, the exhibits silent as a tomb.

The dead president and his equally dead entourage were whisked away on Air Force One, along with the dark-clad special operatives that came and left like the brisk desert wind that now howled through the empty streets.

A gate screamed in the silence, slamming with a reverberating smash. The uneven gait of someone with a physical challenge filled the void. The scrape and plod of his limp echoed against the wall of mountains framing the theme park. His labored breathing huffed as he made his way down the streets.

A door creaked loudly as it was blown by the wind. He stopped, his distorted figure silhouetted in the pale moonlight, his body turning silver. He looked at the broken glass littering the pavement like diamonds, then up to the still, pre-dawn sky. He considered the sun peeking over the jagged horizon in the east, its golden light painting the dips and hollows of the hills. Soon the coming day would chase the darkness away.

Time was the enemy now. He had to move faster, or it would be too late. He picked up his pace, lurching along the winding road. A keening howl ricocheted through the streets, bouncing off the walls. It sounded like a … no, he thought, it couldn’t be. The werewolves were all dead. Destroyed by Vincent Konrad when he made their heads explode.

The old man paused, listening for it again, and was not disappointed when the animal whimpered. He gauged it to be inside the defunct vampire exhibit. He moved toward the entrance. The storefronts had been destroyed. A few body parts lay on the pavement, as if people had discarded them in a rush. He heard the scraping of paws on the street and a shiver went down his crooked spine.

About the Author: Michael Okon is an award-winning and best-selling author of multiple genres including paranormal, thriller, horror, action/adventure and self-help. He graduated from Long Island University with a degree in English, and then later received his MBA in business and finance. Coming from a family of writers, he has storytelling in his DNA. Michael has been writing from as far back as he can remember, his inspiration being his love for films and their impact on his life. From the time he saw The Goonies, he was hooked on the idea of entertaining people through unforgettable characters.

Michael is a lifelong movie buff, a music playlist aficionado, and a sucker for self-help books. He lives on the North Shore of Long Island with his wife and children.

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The Importance of a Professional Book Cover by Cristelle Comby – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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The importance of a professional book cover
We all know one of the biggest burden of self-publishing is that you are responsible for everything—editing, proofreading, advertising, and the list goes on. But one of the greatest advantage is that you have complete control over… well, everything. And that includes cover creation.

Of course, we’re not all named Picasso, and most of us skipped the Photoshop-101 class. But, in this day and age, it’s really easy to hire a professional to do your cover art. Yes, it can be pricey, but this is one thing you shouldn’t skimp on, and here’s why:

Your cover is your book’s first impression. That’s the cold hard truth of it all. Most readers do judge a book by its cover. It doesn’t matter if the interior is amazing, and your story is the best one that’s ever been told. If the exterior is bad and cheap-looking, readers simply won’t pick it up.

There’s more to it than art. Yes the cover has to be nice and pleasing on the eye, but it’s a bit more complicated than that. Your cover is a filter that should only let in readers who’ll enjoy the story and leave a positive review. Designing the right cover is all about demographics, market research and psychology and it requires professional skills.

It broadens your horizons. For my latest novel, Hostile Takeover, I turned to 99Design.com which is like the designers’ Craig’s List. My job description was very short: a little bit about the genre of the book, the full summary and a few pictures of random book covers I like. Mostly, I encouraged designers to be creative and to follow their inspiration.

Seeing what the artists came up with—how they perceived my story and how it inspired them—was the most interesting experience. The designs were very varied and far exceeded my expectation.

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The final cover, by Spanish designer Miguel A. Ereza.

Yes, it costs money to get a professional cover. But think of all the time you invested in your story, all the hours you put in. Would you really gift-wrap your hard work in cheap newspaper?

P.I. Bellamy Vale isn’t your everyday investigator. Moonlighting as Death’s earth-bound envoy, he specializes in the weird, wacky, and slightly unhinged.

When a mysterious beast savagely mauls random residents of Cold City, the police assume that these are the killings of a rogue wolf. But experienced private investigator, Bellamy Vale, is unconvinced.

Ordered by Death herself to investigate, Vale has no choice but to obey, for his boss is not someone to disappoint—if he wants to keep breathing, that is.

With friend and computer hacker Zian, nosy journalist Candice Kennedy, and homicide sergeant Melanie Ramirez by his side, Vale has no choice but to end the killings or face the wrath of the demon who holds his life in her hands.

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I was having a bad day.

The ugly thug facing me readied himself for the next swing. “What did you say, bastard?” His red-splattered knuckles were ready for the next round; my body wasn’t.

“I’m haffin a fah fay,” I managed to repeat through a mouthful of saliva and blood.

That made Julian Ragazzo, former welterweight boxing champ and top bodyguard to the city’s prime Italian Mafia family, smile. His wet beard glistened with sweat beads around stained teeth. Glad one of us was happy.

I took stock of the damage Ragazzo had already done. Broken nose, check. Split lip, check. Swollen eye, check. Broken rib, double check, and the list went on and on. It could have been worse. The injuries, though painful, weren’t enough to put me in the hospital. Sure, I’d hurt for a week or four, but I’d live to tell the tale outside of a body cast. I knew that, and Ragazzo did, too. This was a game we’d both played before … not that I’d gotten any better at it.

I caught a reflection of myself in the glossy surface of a cabinet door. My messy mop of brown locks was matted with blood on one side and the five o’clock shadow had a hard time concealing a fast-bruising chin. One eye was swollen shut and the other had a pale blue, haunted orb dancing amidst a sea of red veins. I was a mess, and not a hot one.

I closed my good eye and waited for the next blow. The bodyguard didn’t disappoint. A second later, he delivered a power punch and I saw stars. It didn’t help that I was tied to a chair and my already sore shoulders screamed in protest at the added strain. In a noise that only I could hear, my body cried out, ‘How in all the hells was this part of the plan?’ Fair question—it wasn’t.

In truth, there may have been a few glitches here and there. Like those two extra guards at the office building’s back entrance, plus that wrong turn I took on the fourteenth floor. Yeah, okay … the plan was just as screwed as I was.

Ragazzo followed up his haymaker with another kick in the guts. It would have ripped a scream out of me if I’d had any breath left for it. Instead, my lungs just took in short, choppy gasps I couldn’t control.

“Well, well, well … look what the cat dragged in,” taunted an Italian-lilted voice.

I recognized the lazy drawl and opened my good eye to confirm my suspicions. Sure enough, Alonzo Vitorini, Cold City’s resident wannabe kingpin, stood near the entrance in a dark-green pinstriped suit. Shit, looking at his ugly get-up hurt worse than any of Ragazzo’s blows.

Vitorini sauntered into the room, smiling as he noticed my stare. “Like the suit?” he asked, doing a little pirouette to show off this walking insult to fashion.

I wasn’t going to reply, but the second my eye caught sight of the finishing touch, a pair of black-and-white spectator shoes, my mouth kicked into gear on its own.

“Al Capone called,” I wheezed out. “He wants his brogues back.”

Vitorini laughed, the corners of his muddy-green eyes wrinkling. Not sure if he was laughing at the crack or the fact that he was going to kill me for it in another minute or two.

About the Author: Cristelle Comby was born and raised in the French-speaking area of Switzerland, in Greater Geneva, where she still resides.

She attributes to her origins her ever-peaceful nature and her undying love for chocolate. She has a passion for art, which also includes an interest in drawing and acting.

She is the author of the Neve & Egan Cases series, which features an unlikely duo of private detectives in London: Ashford Egan, a blind History professor, and Alexandra Neve, one of his students.

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“Thanks for vising with us today, Sorchia. If you had to do your journey to getting published all over again, what would you do differently?”

“Easy question. I would start sooner. I made the mistake of listening to someone else tell me what I ought to do. In my little town, girls didn’t take science classes –if they did, they didn’t enjoy them or excel at them—and they didn’t write anything but invitations to parties and gossip columns. When I approached my high school counselor about taking more science, he discouraged me. When I wrote for the school newspaper, I didn’t get to write anything but fluff. When I went to my college counselor and said I wanted to be a writer, he told me I’d be more likely to get a job as a teacher. That may be true, but I wish I hadn’t listened. I taught for over 25 years—you don’t make a bunch of money as a teacher—in case you didn’t know—so it wasn’t like being a starving writer would have been a huge pay cut. Also when you teach, you have very little time of your own in which to pursue your real passions. You come home emotionally drained and are lucky to get the macaroni and cheese out of the pan and on the table before you drop in your tracks. So anyway, long story short, I would get my degree in journalism or creative writing and do what I wanted to do from the start instead of waiting 25 years to do it.”

Sorchia told me that the hardest part of writing for her is when she’s at the end of a project. She hates to let the story go, so she will procrastinate and dawdle to keep putting it off. It means she can’t go back and change anything—it’s over and if it isn’t perfect the mistakes will haunt her forever.

“I’ll write a paragraph and delete it and write it again and delete it. I just hate to write that last scene because I’m saying goodbye to the story and the characters. Not only do I want to give them the perfect send off, but I just hate the thought of not being with them,” she explained. “I mean, these are people I’ve been spending lots of time with for the past year or more. So when that happens, and it is happening right now, I take a breath—maybe a few days away from the keyboard. A friend once told me to do something else creative—garden, paint, –whatever. Use a different part of my brain for a bit. It almost always works. When it doesn’t, I jump into a new project—get an outline worked up or write a character sketch. That usually gets me going—and I’m anxious to finish the old project and get better acquainted with the new one. It is still hard to put that last scene together though because I want it to perfectly end the story and send the characters off into their futures—not that the stories always end perfectly happily. As a matter of fact, that is the problem sometimes because characters sometimes die at the end.”

She avoids writers block with a steady writing scheduled. She writes in the mornings from no late than 8 for as long as she can. Her day job starts at noon. She told me that by that time she’s usually writing gibberish anyway, so it works to stop then.

She admitted to me that when she finishes a book she’s I’s always afraid she won’t be able to come up with anything else that it seems like she’s used up every bit of creativity she ever had and will never be able to write another interesting sentence much less an entire book.

Fortunately, so far that hasn’t happened. She’s currently putting the finishing touches on Zoraida Grey and the Pictish Runes which will end the series. She has an anthology of Zoraida Grey stories called Witchling she needs to fine tune a little bit. She also has a Christmas story in progress titles Winter Solstice and is a witchy Christmas present.

“The next really big thing is the beginning of a new murder mystery series,” she shared. “The first one is tentatively titled
Festival of Blood—though that may change. It’s about a series of murders that happen during a small town Celtic festival. It isn’t going to be as witchy as Zoraida Grey, but a few ghosts and a little magic may show up. I will write another witchy series but I’m working on suspense for a bit before that happens.”

She is a very character driven author, and she uses a deck of tarot cards to help develop the characters.

“While I may have an idea of what this character is about, the cards generally surprise me with details I would not have come up with otherwise,” she said. “When I’m stuck or feeling bored with a character, I pull a card and see what that triggers. Sometimes, it’s the image on the card that adds a detail and sometimes it’s the meaning of the card. I do a little tarot reading—I’m a rank amateur—and have a working knowledge of tarot. Along with a bunch of books with more info. I also do card readings at parties and book signings for practice so I learn more every day.”

With her Zoraida Grey series, she knew she wanted it to be a take on the old Gothic stories she read when she was a kid.

“So we had to have a haunted castle, lots of spooky atmosphere, an innocent and inexperienced damsel, and some threatening and /or brooding men,” she explained. “Mainly, I knew I wanted the main character to be a strong, self-sufficient gal who blasts into what she thinks is a situation she can handle with her eyes closed only to find herself tested in ways she never imagined. I wanted her to think she had the world by the tail in her comfortable little life, but then to find out she wasn’t the biggest duck in the puddle. She wasn’t going to be a milksop or a weepy-eyed princess. Once I started pulling cards, her character took shape and so did the love interest and the bad guys and gals. The story developed around their characters and not the other way around because I kept thinking in terms of what obstacles I could put in her path and how I could make her life miserable.”

I asked her if she were a plotter or a pantser.

“The more I write, the more of a plotter I become. I believe in serendipity and inspiration and listening to my muse and all that, and I do that at the beginning. There comes a point, however, when I need to know where I am going. The best things about reading a well-planned book are the Easter eggs the author plants throughout—those little bits that make the ending seem both logical but surprising. I find that somewhere near the middle—or even before—around 20K words—I have to spend some quality time in an outline frame of mind. If I can nail down the ending, I am good. The basics of the last scene—I might even do a rough draft of it. I like to consider the character arcs—where do they begin and where do I want them to be at the end and how do I get from point a to point b without giving my readers a twisted neck. I read a lot of books by authors who profess to be pantsers and, not to sound like an ass, but sometimes it is easy to tell they didn’t know where they were going and didn’t go back and lay the groundwork. I try to give my readers a thoughtful and enjoyable experience and to lead them along with hints and foreshadowing and little seeds planted early in the story—but I have a lot to learn. Of course, many of those things get put in later—the first draft is always ugly. That last revision is all about setting up the ending.”

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“One of the things I’m the most proud of in Zoraida Grey and the Voodoo Queen—actually in the entire Zoraida Grey trilogy—is the friendship between Zoraida and Zhu her best friend. Zhu isn’t in Voodoo Queen too much because she is a captive back in Scotland while Zoraida is desperately trying to track down someone who can help free her. The two women aren’t together in Voodoo Queen as much as they are in Family Stones, the first in the trilogy, or as much as they will be in Pictish Runes, the last in the trilogy. Several reviewers have mentioned that they enjoyed the close relationship Zoraida and Zhu have and I’m so proud to have done well with that. It was a challenge to keep Zhu in the forefront in Voodoo Queen since she was not physically present and I didn’t want to swap heads and jump into her story –yet. I think I did okay with it since Zoraida is concentrating on her friend’s plight and working for all she’s worth to get back to Scotland with enough ammunition to battle the Logans to the death if needs be to get Zhu away from them. But the friendship is a big part of the series that gets left out of blurbs in favor of action and romance.”

Finally, I asked, “What advice would you give a new writer just starting out?”

“First, read a lot. Second, study great literature but don’t get discouraged because—A-none of those people started out good. B-Though most of these writers will be men, that’s only because women weren’t running the world. It’s different now and women’s voices are valued and , more importantly, marketable. And, finally, don’t let anyone tell you that you are wasting your time. If you have a desire to write (or to become a professional tiddly-winks player or whatever) then do that as long as it has meaning to you.”

Magic may save Zoraida’s skin, but what about her heart?

Zoraida Grey needs help. With the witchy Logan clan holding her best friend hostage in a haunted Scottish castle, she can’t trust anyone—certainly not beguiling but dangerous Shea Logan. And Al, her overprotective boyfriend, doesn’t believe in magic.

Only one creature strikes fear in the blackened hearts of the Logan witches. Trouble is Jock disappeared five centuries ago leaving a trail of destruction across the Gulf of Mexico. Now he’s stepped into a steaming pile of Voodoo.

Can Zoraida drag wayward Jock back to Scotland? And what’s she supposed to do with two men who promise completely different futures?

A Scottish wizard, stripped naked and painted blue—a Voodoo priestess bent on immortality—a yacht-load of Caribbean pirates. What can possibly go wrong?

About the Author: Award-winning author Sorchia Dubois lives in the piney forest of the Missouri Ozarks with seven cats, two fish, one dog, and one husband.

A proud member of the Scottish Ross clan, Sorchia incorporates all things Celtic (especially Scottish) into her works. She can often be found at Scottish festivals watching kilted men toss large objects for no apparent reason.

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The Speaker by Andi O’Connor – Exclusive Excerpt and Giveaway


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The Vaelinel Trilogy continues with this absorbing sequel to Silevethiel! Alone and hunted by the Drulaack, Irewen takes advantage of her only option for survival. Pushing her concerns aside, she lets the dead keep her.

But her refuge doesn’t last long. Driven out of their hosts by Laegon, a handful Drulaack have returned to the Spirit World. No longer having the protection of the dead, Irewen is forced to return to Vaelinel.

Finally reunited with her companions, the burdens placed on them are taking their toll. Thoughts of suicide and mistrust plague the company. Slowly unravelling, they must conquer their personal battles before standing against the evil threatening the land.

For the Corrupter thirsts for revenge. And he’ll stop at nothing to satisfy his hunger.

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Breathless, Irewen fell to her knees. An action which should have lasted mere seconds felt like an eternity. Tears of hopeless frustration welled in her eyes.

She had no idea how long she’d been walking among the dead. Here in the Spirit World, a simple movement seemed to drag on for an age. Time existed only in the land of the living. The dead had no need for such a triviality.

The pulsing light of her mother in the distance called to her, beckoning for her to follow. She ignored it. Where once seeing Juleniel filled her with joy, it now stirred nothing but bitterness.

She’d dutifully trailed behind her mother since the dead embraced her and carried her into their world. But her optimism faded with every step. She had no way to judge her progress. No landmarks. No references. No days.

Whenever she asked her parents how much further they had to go before she reached the safety of the Light Elves, they couldn’t answer. The dead didn’t need such limitations. They didn’t care how long something took to accomplish. Why would they? They had all the time in the world.

But for Irewen, all these things were essential. She needed a change in scenery, however slight. She needed to see the rising and setting of the sun. To stand beneath the stars. To feel the wind brush against her skin. To hear the soft patter of rain.

She desperately clung to the memories, yearning for some sign to tell her she was alive. But the vibrancy of the memories continued to dwindle. The longer she remained in the Spirit World, the more distant any reminders of life became. She had to pass the borders of Lündvelle before it was too late. Before all memories vanished completely and she became trapped in this world for the rest of her days, the only living being to walk among the dead.

Tears finally graced her cheeks, and she buried her face in her hands. Her sobs were silent, immediately lost in the nothingness surrounding her.

She’d had enough of this wretched place. She wanted to go home.

About the Author: Andi O’Connor is the award-winning author of The Dragonath Chronicles, The Vaelinel Trilogy, and The Legacy of Ilvania. Her critically acclaimed novel, Silevethiel, is the 2015 Best Indie Book Award winner for Science Fiction/Fantasy and the 2015 New Apple Official Selection for Young Adult. Silevethiel was also named to Kirkus Reviews’ Best Books of 2013. The Speaker is the 2018 Independent Press Award Winner for Fantasy and a Finalist in the 11th Annual National Indie Excellence Awards. Andi’s novel, Awakening, is a 2018 Independent Press Award Distinguished Favorite for Fantasy.

You can frequently find Andi as an exhibitor and guest panelist at Comic Cons throughout the country including the Rhode Island Comic Con, Awesome Con, Philcon, Conclave, WizardWorld, and Chessiecon. You can connect with Andi on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. For more information, visit Andi’s website.

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Aries Red Sky by James Young – Spotlight and Giveaway

 

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The Confederation of Man believes all Humanity should be under Terra’s rule.

The Spartan Republic has spent seven centuries preparing to resist Earth’s tyranny.

The stars will burn as these two mindsets come into brutal conflict in Aries’ Red Sky, the newest novel by award-winning author James Young.

 

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Despite his best efforts, Agenor Acheros’ was unable to completely dodge his opponent’s whirling axe kick. Rather than a clean, visage altering hit, however, the blow thudded into the Spartan lieutenant’s thick chest.

Ow, he thought with a grunt, the woman’s combat boot sliding off the right side of his dark green gi. Agenor did not give his sparring partner time to regain her balance, allowing his dodge to the left to flow into a crouch. Even as Lieutenant Abigail Schweizer realized her vulnerability, Agenors braced himself on his left arm. This was followed by a left leg sweep that knocked his diminutive opponent onto her back. Continuing the motion with a speed and agility no man his size should possess, Agenor completed an almost complete rotation on his straining left arm. Schweizer was just trying to regain her bearings when Agenor’s feet came back around and caught her steel-toes-first in the back. The blow elicited sharp cries and gasps from onlookers as the woman flung forward several feet.

Let’s finish this, Agenor thought, coming to his knees then springing to his feet and striding towards the stunned Schweizer. He felt a calmness descend upon him, blue eyes narrowing as he carefully stalked towards his opponent.

She might be faking. Either way, she will yield.

“Enough!” Captain Mordechai Butler barked, stopping Agenor in his tracks The tall, thin officer stood just outside the “Square of Enlightenment,” Alpha Company’s nickname for their designated sparring area. Agenor stopped to look at him, face quizzical.

“The Square has spoken,” Butler continued, signalling the end of the fight. Unlike the two lieutenants, Butler wore the standard Spartan Marine camouflage uniform. Inside of the Basile’s dark grey compartments, the clothing’s adaptive threads had adopted a mottled, random pattern of grey, white, black, and silver lozenge shapes.

“The Square tells all,” the roughly sixty Marines scattered in the open bay chanted with varying degrees of solemnity.

About the Author:

James Young is a Missouri native who escaped small town life by attending the United States Military Academy. After being set free from the Hudson River Valley, Mr. Young spent the next six years of his life in the Army repaying his education the proverbial “nickel at a time.” Along the way he collected a loving, patient, beautiful spouse…and various animals that did not fit that description. Leaving the Republic’s employ, he returned to the Midwest to pursue his doctorate—a process which took twice the time planned but is finally concluded. Having now concluded two of the prerequisites to be a super villain, Dr. Young spends his time waiting for the inevitable origin story, winning writing awards (2016 United States Naval Institute Cyber Essay Contest Winner, among others), and writing an alternate history (Usurper’s War) and military space opera (Vergassy Chronicles) series. His latest book is Aries Red Sky, the first in a new Vergassy Universe trilogy.

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For ten years the peace negotiated by the Tari has held firm. But greedy eyes watch in the distance, coveting the peaceful lands of Yarmar and even the Tari themselves. A new demon master rises bringing pollution and violence. When Yani the Raven is kidnapped, sorceress Marigoth and her companion Ezratah are drawn to Armaya and a trap set by a brutal necromancer and his insane sister. Meanwhile Elena Starchild’s daughter Alyx, heir to the throne of the Mori finds herself wounded and on the run in a forest full of dark magic. And in the company of a bitter Mirayan enemy.

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Duchess Jindabyne Madraga, whose memory of the time before she married the Duke has been destroyed by magic, has been captured by her mortal enemies, the forest-dwelling Mori. Their Hooded Queen demands an audience with her.

“Lady, if I wronged you, I humbly beg pardon,” cried Jindabyne. “Please forgive me. I was another person then.”

The Mori woman was at the Queen’s side, dragging on her arm talking to her urgently in Mori, a language that Jindabyne did not know. The queen let herself be pulled away for a moment. Then suddenly she swung back.

“Have you really forgotten me Jindabyne! I find that very hard to believe.”

She ripped the covering off her face.

Jindabyne gasped. Before her stood the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Utterly, utterly, breathtakingly lovely. How could she have forgotten her!

As she stared in open mouthed amazement, the woman’s eyes widened and the glaring hatred on her face changed to bitter amusement.

“So! Marigoth was right,” she said, her mouth twisting wryly. “Or I am less memorable than I thought I was. Something to hope for.”

“Lady I am sorry,” said Jindabyne. “I always suspected that I did wrong in the past, but I am different now and willing to make amends.”

The savagery of the woman’s glare did not make her any less beautiful. For a moment Jindabyne thought she was going to leap on her again, but then she slumped back onto her seat.

“Take her away!” she said her voice heavy with disgust. “I cannot bear the sight of her.”

“Lady please!” cried Jindabyne, as the guards dragged her away. “If you wish revenge… Do not harm the others. They are innocent of any harm to you. Especially Olga. You are a mother yourself.”

About the Author:

I write historical fantasy with feisty female characters and four of my books have been published Harper Collins, U.S. Two of them won the Aurealis award for Best Australian Fantasy in their year. The Dion Chronicles have now been reprinted in ebook format from Clan Destine Press and in paperback from Ticonderoga Publications. The Three Sisters and The Melded Child are now available from Clan Destine Press in Ebook and from Bernarra Press in hardcopy.

I was born and live in Melbourne, Australia

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