Wednesday, 18 October 2017

The Day My Fart Followed Me To The Dentist by Ben Jackson

Ben lives in Tasmania, Australia. While working during the week as a Boiler Maker/Welder, specializing in Aluminium Welding, he also writes of a night as a Freelance Writer and Author.

Ben is in a Long Distance Relationship with his wife Sam, who lives in Canada, she works as a full-time formatting professional, publisher, and author.

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Timmy and his best friend the Little Fart are back again in The Day My Fart Followed Me To The Dentist! In this beautifully illustrated children’s book you’ll experience Timmy’s first visit to the dentist, losing a tooth, and a visit from the Tooth Fairy.

No child loves the thought of a visit to the dentist. In The Day My Fart Followed Me To The Dentist, Timmy takes a trip to the dentist with his best, and imaginary, friend the Little Fart. Timmy needs to have a tooth removed and then needs to help to try and explain the Tooth Fairy to the Little Fart.

Whenever the Little Fart is involved, hilarity and mischievousness are sure to follow! The authors decided to publish this book to try and help parents and dentists show that the dentist doesn’t have to be a bad experience. In the end, there is always the reward of receiving a visit by the magical and beautiful Tooth Fairy.

If you enjoy reading funny books with beautiful illustrations and love having your child read along with you, then make sure you grab The Day My Fart Followed Me To The Dentist! Discover and giggle along with Timmy, and the Little Fart on their exciting day at the dentist.

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Why did you decide to be a writer?


I enjoy reading and love writing. I'm having a lot of fun writing children's books.


Did you have a hard time sharing your work with the public?


No. Just write it and then get it out there!

Where are you from?


I'm from Australia. I travel between Canada and Australia a lot but haven't had a lot to do with other authors.

What genres do you write?


Mostly children's books now. Some non-fiction, and one fiction book.

What inspires you to write?


I just get an idea and then try to write it out. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't and I put it aside.


How often do you write?


I'm a freelance writer, so a lot. Not as much for myself as I would like to.

If you could choose an author to be your mentor, who would it be?


I love authors like Wilbur Smith, James A Michener, Bernard Cornwall.


When did you first consider yourself an author?


When I sold my first book!


What are your goals as an author?


I wish I could quit my day job and just focus on writing books.

What is the biggest obstacle you face as an author and what do you do to overcome it?


Indie authors have to overcome the massive budgets that publishing houses have.

Does your family support you in your writing, or are you on your own?


My wife helps me write and publish books and is also my co-author.

What are you working on now?


A story about a little ghost that wants to play hockey.


What inspired your current work?


It's almost Halloween!


What was the hardest part about writing your latest book?


Balancing the word count with the illustrations. Trying to tell a story without writing a novel.


How do you market/promote your work?


I just visit lots of Indie authors and work on blogs etc.

Monday, 16 October 2017

Homecoming Queen by Kerry Watts

Kerry Watts was born and grew up in a small town in the East of Scotland. It took twenty years for her to pluck up the courage to finally share her scribbles with the paying public. All her books are published by Creativia and she is very grateful for the support she's found in their network of authors. She is always writing and carries a little notebook and pen with her wherever she goes because at her age ideas need to be captured before they disappear. When she's not writing she is following her other passion which is horseracing. She also loves dogs, particularly rescue mutts and she has volunteered for a couple of rescue charities in the past. She loves horses and dogs; people not so much.





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For Annie Marshall, accepting her school friend's wedding invitation means being catapulted back to the small Highland town she fled twenty years ago - and facing a tragedy that ripped the small community apart. A tragedy Annie is still held responsible for.

As she returns to her old hometown, wounds of the past are reopened. But for the sake of her best friend, Annie is willing to try.

Pulled away from her hectic Edinburgh life, Annie is forced to reassess the life she shares with her boyfriend Paul. And then, she meets the ruggedly handsome Billy Lawson and everything changes.

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Did you have a hard time sharing your work with the public?


I've been writing for over twenty years but only plucked up the courage to share my works with the world early last year. It was so uncomfortable at first because I'm a very private person. There's no shortage of people sadly who want to tell you what they think, good and bad.

What genres do you write?


I have published three crime fiction, two children's and now one romantic fiction book.

Is there a genre that you've been wanting to experiment with?


I've dabbled with fantasy. I am about 20,000 words in and I'm struggling. I love the idea of the book but I'm having difficulty pulling it off.


How often do you write?


I try to write something every day. I think it's important to be consistent. The thought of the dreaded writer's block terrifies me. I worry that I'll lose the thread otherwise.


Do you have a daily word or page count goal?


I like to think I'm satisfied by writing five pages a day. Any less feels like I've been slacking off.


How long does it take you to write a novel?


It takes me approximately three months give or take a day or two. I don't write much more than 50,000-word books. I would love to be able to write a 100,000 blockbuster one day but I'm not quite there yet although I have writer friends who have the opposite problem. They struggle to contain themselves!


What authors have most influenced you?


I've been heavily influenced by Dan Brown and Jeff Lindsay but the women who inspired me most to write are Marian Keyes and Isla Dewar.

If you could choose an author to be your mentor, who would it be?


There are just too many to choose but I guess the big hitters like Stephen King or James Patterson would make great mentors.

If you were stranded on a deserted island, and you could only have five books with you, what would they be?


Stephen King - On writing, would be fabulous. Dan Brown - The Lost Symbol, my favourite of his Robert Langdon series. Isla Dewar - Giving up on ordinary because that was THE book that got me started with the idea I could write a book. Marian Keyes - Rachel's Holiday because that book is so funny. Lastly, Single to Edinburgh by Diane M Dickson for those deeply emotional moments.

Are you a pantser or outliner?


I begin with an outline that I always tell myself I will stick to but never do!


What are you working on now?


Right now I'm writing a crime thriller about a missing teenage girl. There are several suspects who might know what's happened to her. As yet, I have no idea!


Do you have any advice for other authors?


My best advice is just to do it. No first draft is ever perfect, in fact, some are pretty dreadful! Take criticism with a pinch of salt. But most importantly enjoy what you write.

Friday, 13 October 2017

Board Games by Piken Sander

Piken Sander lives among sprawling oak and aspen in Northern California to where she escaped from colder climes many years hence. Her randy Auntie asked her to ‘tell her a story’, demanding that there be strong women and steamy passion, and this began the writings of Piken as she crafted stories of girl meets boy, girl and boy go through the torture of life and beyond, with at the very least hopeful endings. When her Auntie passed, she left her niece a one-sentence note in her will: “Now publish the damn things.” Piken’s day consists of writing and social media, and such difficult decisions as which of her dizzying array of wildly colorful pajamas she should wear on a given day. She loves a perfectly steeped cup of good tea. She has few she calls friends, but those in this cadre are cherished and fostered. A political liberal since preteens, she tolerates no racism or bigotry or inequality of any kind, especially in her stories.

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At forty-five, striking Carol Blake has it all: a Chicago corporation she built from the ground up on the verge of international success with a complicated merger, and Brian Cross, who at thirty is the youngest Board member of her company. Against her better judgment, she and Brian fall in love and secretly marry. Marriage is not without its ups and downs, but as the merger grows closer to fruition, Carol’s Board of Directors, including Brian, undercut her to wrest control of her company from her. Betrayed and enraged, Carol, must regain control…but is it too late?

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“There’s no room for sissies in a merger.” Carol Blake smoothed back her dark hair and stacked all the papers spread across the large oval table in front her. “In or out, kiddies, I need to know right now.” She considered the dozen startled faces around the conference table with her sparkling green eyes. Each head nodded in turn. “Good.” She stuffed the papers into her briefcase. “Go home. Eat a good dinner and get a full night’s sleep. It’ll be the last of both for a while. We’re going to do this in under a year.” Carol slung the leather strap of the briefcase over her shoulder and pushed open the double glass doors of the conference room to stride into the hall.

James cleared his throat. “I expect they’ll name the third hurricane in this season after her?” The dozen heads nodded one more time, and each began the task of loading briefcases with all the color-coded folders she had spread on the table in front of each.

She smiled at the thought of Hurricane Carol, then frowned at the storm analogy as she continued down the hall toward the bank of elevators. Carol reached for the door handle of her new Jaguar and looked around at a familiar voice.

“Home for that meal and sleep?” Brian asked.

“I had mine last night,” Carol replied, flipping her keys. “Never forget, little boy, I’m always way ahead of everyone around me.” She slid in behind the wheel and started the engine. She smiled up at the tall man and put the car in gear.


Wednesday, 11 October 2017

Dragonblood Throne: Legacy by Tom Fallwell




Early in life, Tom Fallwell discovered a love for fantasy and science-fiction, delighting in the wonderful escape into realms undreamed of. Weaned on the greats like J.R.R. Tolkien, Isaac Asimov, Ray Bradbury, Arthur C. Clarke, Robert E. Howard, Roger Zelazny, Robert A. Heinlein, and Michael Moorcock, just to name a few, Tom's imagination was forever inspired by those marvelous tales.

One day, he discovered a simple book of rules called 'Chainmail', by Gary Gygax, and found a new love: the love of creating adventures and stories of his own. 'Chainmail' evolved into 'Dungeons & Dragons', and Tom played consistently with friends as both a player and a dungeon master (DM) for decades. Such activities helped him develop his ability to create worlds and stories for other players to enjoy.

Now retired from his long career as a software developer, Tom writes all the adventures and characters that constantly fill his mind and shares them with the world.

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Orphaned as a young child and growing up alone in the forest, Delina lives a life of isolation; her only companion a saber-toothed panther. Her strange eyes frighten those she occasionally encounters, so she keeps to herself, until a young, wounded warrior ends up at her doorstep. As she nurses him back to health, she discovers she is more than just a young woman with unusual eyes, she is a dragonblood, destined to become the ruler of Almar.

Now hunted by the dark sorcerer who murdered her father, usurped his throne, and killed all her kin, she must find out how she can release the essence of the dragon inside her to defeat him. Everything depends upon her willingness to embrace her legacy and reclaim the Dragon Throne.


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Did you have a close relationship with your family?


My mother was killed when I was five years old, and I never knew my father. I've lived alone, except for Morlok, in the forest all my life since.


What is the happiest memory from your childhood?


Playing at the edge of the river with the turtles while mamma washed clothes in the cold waters. The tiny turtles would snap, but they didn't hurt, and I remember laughing as I played and mamma's soothing voice telling me she loved me.

Who was your best friend growing up?


Morlok has always been my best friend and companion. She is a shadowfang, and saved me when I was lost and alone. She all but raised me as if I was one of her own cubs.


Who is your enemy?


The High Lord Kargoth, the self declared ruler of Almar. He murdered my father and killed all my kin, claiming the Dragon Throne for himself.

Tell us a little about your world, and where you fit in?


I have lived in the forests of Almar, with Morlok, as a hermit, avoiding direct contact with others because my eyes frighten them. I'm a dragonblood, one who contains the essence of a dragon within, though I appear to be an elf. My kin ruled Almar, more specifically, my father, for hundreds of years before the usurper came. There is a prophecy that a dragonblood will one day return and defeat the dark and evil High Lord, and reclaim the Dragon Throne.

Who has been the greatest influence in your life?


Morlok has been the only friend I've known for many years. She taught me to hunt and has watched over me. Some may say she is just an animal, a cat of the wilds, but she is far more than that. I cannot imagine life without her.

Have you ever been in love?


I've never met anyone that I cared about, Morlok being my only companion. Though, she is a cat, and not a person. Yet, there is this man who was being chased by the blackguard of Kargoth, and he was injured at the entrance to my cavern home. I nursed him back to health, and I found that he looks at me differently than any others have before. I like how his eyes shine with affection when he looks upon me, unafraid of my strange eyes.

What kind of clothing do you prefer to wear?


I have always made my own clothing, from the furs of bears and other creatures of the forest. I prefer those furs made from the black bears that roam these woods.

What is your favorite food?


I'm very fond of the boar stew that I make myself, using the wonderful kapor roots found in the forest for seasoning, as well as few vegetables, of course.

What do you own that would be hardest to part with?


I have a bow that I made myself, and use for hunting. Made with my own hands, I cannot imagine not having it with me. Yet, there are no material things that I could not part with, as long as Morlok is always at my side. I truly love our hunting excursions together.


Name some of your bad habits.


I lose my temper easily with most folk I do encounter from time-to-time. They look upon me with fear, and it infuriates me.

What do you regret most in your life?


Running away as my mother was burned to death by the local villagers as a witch. They feared my eyes, and would have burned me as well, but mother had made a secret tunnel and urged me to escape into the forest. I'm still haunted by her cries as I ran, terrified, into the dark woods alone. I was only five years old, but the memory is strong.


Monday, 9 October 2017

The Wishing Stone #3: Mesmerizing Mermaids by Lorana Hoopes

Lorana Hoopes is an English teacher turned writer. Though she typically writes inspirational romances, she decided to start a children’s series after reading early reader books with her son. While she loved that he was reading, the simple sentences bothered her, so she decided to try something just a step up and The Wishing Stone series was born. Dangerous Dinosaur is the first book in the series, followed by The Dragon Dilemma and now Mesmerizing Mermaids. Stay tuned for Book 4 coming soon! You can follow Lorana’s Amazon author page to find out about the newest releases!





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Spenser was an ordinary boy who hated reading until he was given a magical stone that allowed him to be transported into the books he reads. In this first book of the series, he goes back to prehistoric times where he must help a cave boy save his village from a dinosaur. Will Spenser be able and how will he get home?

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Why did you decide to be a writer?


I decided to start a children's series when my son first started reading. All of the early chapter books were simple sentences, and I wanted him to be challenged just a bit more, so I created my own series with my kids as the characters.

Do you have a "day job"?


I am a full-time teacher by day, but I teach mainly middle and high school.


What genres do you write?


I write inspirational romances and this children's fantasy series.

What inspires you to write?


People. I love to people watch and so something they say or something they do gives me inspiration.


How often do you write?


Every day, though my writing time now is usually at night after my kids go to bed, I always try to write a little.

How long does it take you to write a novel?


In the summer I can do it in a month. When I'm working, it's three or longer


What are your goals as an author?


To quit my day job. I'd love to be selling enough books that I can just write for a living and spend more time with my kids.

Does your family support you in your writing, or are you on your own?


Some. My husband doesn't really understand why I write so much and he teases me about being on my laptop all the time, but I think he secretly likes it.

What is the best compliment you've ever received as an author?


I had a reader download my book thinking it was a devotional, but then she liked it so much she stayed up all night reading it cover to cover.

What do you enjoy doing aside from writing?


Kickboxing, singing, and acting

What is the best thing about self-publishing?


Having control over my words, my cover, and my pricing

Friday, 6 October 2017

Give in to the Feeling by Sarah Zama

Bookseller in Verona (Italy), Sarah Zama has always lived surrounded by books. Always a fantasy reader and writer, she’s recently found her home in the dieselpunk community. Her first book, Give in to the Feeling, comes out in 2016.

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Even in sparkling Jazz Age Chicago, spirits can trick you into believing they’re men.


When Susie comes to Jazz Age America, she knows her life will change. Back in China, spirits mingle in the mists of the rice fields and trick humans into believing they’re men so to steal their soul, and the expectations of a daughter are unimportant and ignore. Here in Chicago, Simon gives her the carefree life of the New American Woman, the freedom to dress daringly and do things once only reserved for men--drinking, smoking and dancing with strangers. It’s an exciting life and she considers the loyalty Simon demands of her a small price to pay.

Until she meets Blood.

Blood lets Susie speak her mind and listen to her heart. He commits himself to her and asks nothing in return. Through his eyes, Susie begins to see her loyalty to Simon as the bars around her “freedom”. But she knows Simon will never let her go.

Here in Chicago spirits can mingle in the smoke and jazz of speakeasies and trick humans into believing they’re men. They can still steal their soul. And if Susie doesn’t see the spirit behind the mask of the men fighting for her, she might lose much more than her freedom.


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It’s the weirdest of things, thinking about that life now. It feels like a dream, a sweet dream, sometimes. But so far away that I’m not even sure it was ever my life. I know it will never be again.

I was born on the Dragon Backbone Mountains in the south of China, in what I used to think of as a village and I now would call a group of huts among the rice paddy fields. It was a beautiful place, I knew it even then. I remember the sun on the liquid terraces, the mists before the sun rose. The sweet summers. I do have many nice memories of my birthplace.

I remember running barefoot with gangs of kids, playing jokes on our elders, going hunting for rabbits and other small games. I was quite a good hunter, considering I was a little girl.

My father would always say I was a double disgrace for him. First, because I was a women, the first of five sisters. And second, because I should have been a boy as it was clear by my personality. He would always say that, before proceeding to beat some sense in that stupid head of mine.

I wonder now whether my father was a violent man. I don’t think he was. He never treated my sisters the way he treated me, but maybe my treatment was education enough for them never to do what I did: speak back, speak my mind, act like a tomboy. If this is the case, I’m happy I spared my sisters that fate. By my teen years I had learn do curb my tongue and think twice before speaking up even when the words strangled me in my throat.

I hardly remember what I felt when my father told me he had found a husband for me and I was to cross the ocean to reach him. I had always expected to leave my house, of course. And probably, back then I didn’t really know what it would mean ‘crossing the ocean’. Maybe my father saw it as the only option he had for a difficult daughter like me: selling me off to someone who couldn’t possibly check on me before marrying me. I know – because I discovered later – the man paid quite a handsome amount of money to get me, which was a huge amount of money in my little village. I’m sure my parents lived well enough after that, and my sisters found a good house to be married into. I consider that my last service to my family, because I know I will never see any of them again.

I don’t remember the journey across the ocean. I don’t want to remember. But sometimes it comes back in my worst nightmares. The dark, the choking heat, putrid food. The smell of so many bodies pressed together. The short moments of fresh air each of us where allowed.

I’m glad I don’t remember.

But I do remember when I finally landed in San Francisco, alone. It was a nightmare of its own. It was hell. Nothing was familiar. Not the language. Not the smell of the city and the people. Not the colour of the sun. Not the sounds that assailed me and confused me. I remember the inspection, and the papers handed to me which I wasn’t even sure what were for. I stood in the street with my papers in hand, staring at those incomprehensible words and thinking that was exactly what my life looked like from that standing point.

How did I find the place where my husband was waiting for me? Maybe an old couple of immigrants helped me, someone who had come before me and knew the city. Yes, it was an elderly couple who took pity on me and helped me find the house.

When I got there, finally… my soon to be husband was dead.

Was I shocked? I can’t say so. I was already overwhelmed with everything. This news was just one more brick in the wall I was banging my head against. I didn’t care. I was lost anyway. There wasn’t a place for me in this new land, I knew it from the moment I set foot on it.

But my husband had an associate, they did business together. Import/export from home, as I understood it. Ma Shu took an interest in me. He had indeed carved his niche in San Francisco, but now he wanted to travel somewhere else, to a place he could call his own. I liked that. I liked his drive.

He said he had bought a place in Chicago and asked me whether I wanted to go with him. I didn’t know what Chicago meant, but what did I care? Could be any place. I didn’t care to stay in San Francisco.

I went with him. I went with him in all possible ways.

Chicago did shock me. It is cold, colder than home in any season. And in the winters it’s dark, and freezing. The lake sends wind and snow our way. Always. Always.

Contrary to San Francisco, there aren’t many Chinese in Chicago. Ma Shu set up his place, a speakeasy, he called it. A place where people can drink (which is forbidden by law, crazy as it sounds) and dance to jazz. All night long, if they wish.

I love jazz. Why? I don’t know. It doesn’t sound like anything familiar to me, still when I listen to it and especially when I dance to it, it’s like a part of me is set free. Free, like I’ve never been. So free sometimes I’m scared by that feeling, but never so much not to go back to it every time.

Ma Shu has never be opposed to my dancing. I’ve even joined the show. I dance with other dancers, dance with customers. Ma Shu let me do anything American women do. I can drink, if I want. I can smoke. I can wear shockingly short dresses. He’s never tried to stop me from doing anything. He’s taught me to speak English. He’s taught me to deal with Americans. He’s given me a gorgeous house, beautiful dresses, anything I want.

I owe him so much. I owe him everything.

And now… now I don’t know what to do.


Wednesday, 4 October 2017

Nightmare Waiting by Glenn McGoldrick

I worked in land-based casinos for five years, living and working in such diverse places as Luton, Israel, Greece and Middlesbrough!

In 1996 I started to work on cruise ships, then travelled the world for the next 15 years. I saw many wonderful places, had some great times and met some real characters.

I finished working on cruise ships in 2011, and since then I’ve settled in England, making my home in the North East. Life is good, but I still miss a little bit of scuba diving…


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Introducing Nightmare Waiting, a collection of short stories with a twist by Glenn McGoldrick.


Who is making a Dark Progression?
What happened to Poor Mr Tibbles?
And who is Not Coming Back?


These dark stories include a kayaking tragedy that won’t go away, a young woman with only one thing on her mind, a couple who decide they’ve had enough and an old man who goes home one last time.


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Nightmare Waiting


“You’re going to pay up,” Dave says to me.

We’re in his garden. I’m watching him working on his bicycle in the afternoon sun.

“Yeah, sure.”

“I’m not joking, Mark,” he says. He stands up, moving towards me, holding the bicycle pump like he’s about to swing it.

“No!” I say, backing away. “Don’t!”

“You’re going to pay up,” he says. “And I mean soon.”


Awake. Jesus. My neck feels damp on the pillow. The alarm clock reads 2 a.m. Shit. I’ve not been asleep long.

My mouth tastes of booze. I drink a glass of water in the bathroom, then lie back down on my bed, the pillow turned to its dry side.

What’s the nightmare all about? What do I owe Dave? Money? I’m not sure.

Did he do a favour for me? Or a job? It doesn’t feel like that. But he’s sure that I owe him something.

Why’s he being so nasty? I’m shocked. He’s supposed to be my friend. I’ve never seen this side of him.

It’s too early to get up, but I don’t want to go back to sleep just yet - I can still feel the cold hand of the nightmare.

If I can just stay awake a bit longer…

Monday, 2 October 2017

Eye of the Tiger (A Redcliffe Novel, Book 4) by Catherine Green



Author of British paranormal romance series The Redcliffe Novels, Catherine Green was raised on books from a young age and has happy memories of Saturday mornings spent in her small local library, devouring the contents of the shelves. Catherine has always been fascinated by the supernatural world, and it feels natural for her to write about vampires, werewolves, witches and other mystical creatures in her contemporary stories.

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Jessica Stone used to be a normal human. Then she fell in love with a vampire, met his identical twin werewolf brother, and her life fell apart spectacularly. Meeting Detective Jack Mason, and his brother Danny, brought about a powerful change, and Jessica’s magic was released. Now, in Redcliffe book 4, she must learn to control her ethereal animal familiar, who lusts after the alpha werewolf, and will stop at nothing to use her human mistress as a tool... Or is that a weapon?

The Redcliffe novels series follow the adventures of bookshop owner Jessica Stone as she meets a man and falls in love, only to discover the hidden werewolf secrets of her close friends. That includes Simon Bunce, manager of the Ship Inn, who turns out to be lieutenant to the Redcliffe werewolf pack, and lover to the wolf alpha Danny Mason. He fights to protect his master from the ethereal animal familiar who threatens to claim their pack. Who knew the Cornish coast could be so deadly?

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“Perhaps,” she said, “Yours is a complicated relationship. It definitely isn’t human. Vampires are rarely known to be monogamous. What makes you think Jack will remain faithful?”

I shook my head as my body ran hot then cold, and I shivered as a chill ran down my spine.

“I don’t know,” I replied, “Am I being naïve?”

“Maybe,” Crystal said, “You still have a lot to learn about living with supernatural creatures. Actually, you have a lot to learn about being one, too.”

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“So, I take it one day at a time, then,” I said.

Crystal nodded.

“Yes,” she replied, “I think that is the best way to handle everything. Give Danny the space to mourn for his lost lieutenant, but don’t shut him out if he asks you for help. It will be uncomfortable, but I know you care about him and you cannot hide the fact. Your friendship is just a little more physical than it would be with another human.”

I swallowed nervously.

“You keep talking about us as non-human,” I said, “But I am still human, surely. I mean, yes I have this animal familiar living inside my subconscious somewhere, but physically I’m just a normal person, right?”

Crystal stared straight at me, and in the soft lamplight of her living room, her violet eyes seemed to glow like jewels. It was eerie, but she was incredibly beautiful in a frightening way. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at her, unable to look away.

“You are both,” she replied, “You are human, yes, but you are a witch Jessica. If you take some time to study your craft, learn how to utilize your powers and those of your animal familiar, you will become far more than a mere human. But it takes time, patience, and lots of practice.”

I nodded and a pang of excitement shot through me. It was almost like a voice inside my head was screaming for me to get on with it and discover what we were capable of. I didn’t know who the ‘we’ was. I knew that it was not Suri. It was yet another spiritual entity, and one that I did not have the strength to explore at this time. But maybe later, when everything had settled with Jack and Danny, I could explore my witchcraft and see where it took me.

I returned home that night feeling a lot lighter in my heart and with a slightly clearer mind. Crystal couldn’t fix my problems, but she had certainly given me the advice I needed. I was no longer in the human world. I had to stop thinking like one, and I couldn’t keep hiding from Danny and the wolves. It was time to return to the Ship Inn.


Friday, 29 September 2017

Paradisi Escape by Cheri Lasota

USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Cheri Lasota is a freelance author, editor, designer, and founder of AudaVoxx.com. Her bestselling debut novel, Artemis Rising, is a 2013 Cygnus Awards First Place Winner and a 2012 finalist in the Next Generation Indie Books Awards. Cheri also helped found the Paradisi Chronicles, a massive open-source sci-fi universe set on the fictional planet, New Eden. Her Paradisi Exodus series focuses on the early years of the human exodus from Earth to the new planet. Cheri’s most recent project is her ambitious Historical Fantasy series, Immortal Codex, which explores the lives of immortals throughout history.



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In near future 2094, Earth is on the brink of nuclear winter. A secret evacuation is already underway, and Solomon Reach and his crew have guaranteed passage on the last ship to leave for colonization and exploration of a new planet in the Andromeda galaxy. When Solomon learns of a betrayal that will have catastrophic consequences, he is faced with an impossible choice: who will live and who will die?

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The Betrayal
Earth, 2094
Lifter 2, Solix Sky Space Elevator


Today, equatorial Earth shone out against the abyss of the cosmos, its blues and greens almost the picture of paradise from this distance. Almost.

As the lifter rose up through the 30,000-kilometer mark toward the Solix Sky Elevator’s Docking Station, Solomon Reach’s gaze drifted down through the viewing panel beneath his feet for the first time in a long time. It wasn’t his custom to think about what was happening down on Earth. He was one of the few living in space who kept his eyes on the stars.

In the last few weeks before launch, almost everyone else, including his Reach Corp crew, focused their attention on what and whom they were leaving behind. Crews gathered to view the planet below, anxious to memorize the shapes of the continents, the vastness of the oceans, and the whorl of storm clouds—signature markings of the only home they’d ever known.

Each vertical kilometer took the elevator’s lifter further from Earth and closer toward their final destination: New Eden, Paradisi System, Andromeda galaxy. Earth had been their Eden once. Long before the threat of nuclear war, before the terrorists controlled the world’s borders, before the storm of 2093 destroyed much of the food supply. He barely remembered the feel of real earth. It had been years since he had felt blades of grass between his toes. But he no longer cared. Always on his mind was the future he had built and the new world that lay ahead.

One hundred thousand Founders had already left on the ten other Asteria-class spaceships Reach Corp had designed for them. They would have landed on New Eden by now. Thus far there had been no communication from any of them. Of the ten thousand crew and passengers yet to leave on the eleventh and final ship, the SS Challenge, most worried that the Founder ships had met with disaster or failed to make it through the Sideris Gate or the wormhole itself. Solomon was not among them. He felt certain now that the Founding Families simply did not care whether the final ship arrived in the Paradisi System at all.

Five thousand of those waiting to take the ship to the Paradisi System were Solomon’s Reachers, what he called his Reach Corp crewmembers and their children. When Solomon’s father had led Reach Corp, he signed a contract with the Founding Families, the pillars of Earth’s elite and the group who had secretly launched the Paradisi Mission back in 2025. Their deal was simple: Reach Corp would build the three space elevators, space stations, and ten ships needed to launch the requisite number of humans to populate the new planet.

Wednesday, 27 September 2017

PURE by Kim Alexander



Kim Alexander grew up in the wilds of Long Island, NY and slowly drifted south until she reached Key West. After spending ten rum-soaked years as a DJ in the Keys, she moved to Washington DC, where she lives with two cats, an angry fish, and her extremely patient husband. She began writing when she ran out of authors to interview (and they pulled the plug on her channel, Sirius XM Book Radio.)

Kim was in her twenties when she finally read a book not prominently featuring spaceships and/or wizards. Turns out Jane Austen was pretty funny!

Kim's husband tells her she needs to write at least ten more books if she intends to retire in Thailand, so thank you for your patronage.

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“A unicorn walks into a bar…”


That is not a joke.

Look, I’m a bartender, I have nothing to do with the xenos. I don’t care if it’s an elf or a vampire. As long as they don’t bother me, I steer clear. I have my reasons. You can see them in the scars on my neck.

I never wanted to get involved. But my life changed for the second time when I saved the life of a unicorn. I made an enemy of something old—old and evil, and whatever it was, it’ll be back for another try. I also made a friend when I decided to help March. He’s only been a human man for a day. I’m responsible for him now. He’s my friend…and, maybe something more. Maybe a lot more.

It doesn’t matter to me that he isn’t magical anymore.
I don’t care if he’s not PURE.

But, he does

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The unicorn walked right past me.

Maybe it didn't notice me because I was standing behind my car. I know, a Mini Cooper isn't that big, and I was just standing there with my key in my hand and my mouth hanging open. But it didn't look my way; it just kept walking up the middle of Kenyon Street like it was an enchanted grove or something. It was getting close to 4:30 in the morning, so there wasn't any traffic, just some late night drinkers looking for Ubers, and me, getting off my bartending shift at the Hare. I had to park two blocks away as usual, and I just stood there, watching as it went by. At the moment I was alone on the street, so no one else saw it. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I didn't even think to take a picture.

When it was about a half a block ahead of me, I quietly stashed my purse under my car, hunched over and followed it, hiding myself on the other side of the line of parked cars. I didn't want to startle it, I guess. I looked up the street, and saw where it was going. Another block up, lit up by a streetlight, a girl stood in the middle of the road. She was slight, wearing skinny jeans and a gauzy blouse, and she looked young. She had a lot of blonde hair, and she had her hand held out, and the unicorn went straight to her. It stood in front of her and lowered its gorgeous head, and she laid her hand on its nose. Neither one of them noticed me, and I felt like I was looking at something private, something I ought not to be seeing. The unicorn, in case you've never seen one (which is actually pretty likely) wasn't anything like a white horse. I mean, it was horse shaped, in that Jon Hamm is monkey shaped, but you'd never mistake one for the other. It wasn't even white. It was silver, or mother of pearl. Its nose and feet were darker silver, and it was surrounded by rainbows shimmering off its body like they do over water sometimes. It did have a horn, though, and that was made of light. It was too bright to look at.

After a minute of the girl and the unicorn looking at each other, and me looking at them, three men in black clothes came out from the shadows between the cars. One had a rope. One had some sort of industrial looking oven mitts; elbow length ones, like glassblowers use. When I saw what else he had, I thought I was going to throw up. He had a hacksaw. The unicorn saw them, too, and it began to shiver. But it looked like the stories were true the ones about unicorns and purity. I guessed right away the girl was a virgin, I remembered the story from those tapestries—you can still seem them, I think they’re hanging in a museum in New York. That’s how you’re supposed to be able to catch a unicorn—get a virgin to snare it. As long as the girl was touching it, it couldn't move to save itself other than shift from side to side and stamp its feet. Two of them went to its head, and the guy with the gauntlets pulled the horn down far enough for the guy with the rope to get a loop around it. The other went to its side and put his hands on it, I guess to make it stop moving around. Black smoke blotted out the rainbows, and it began to make a noise that if I'm super lucky I'll never hear again. The guy slapped its smoking side and laughed. That guy had his back to me.

So I made a decision that honestly, I knew was pretty stupid, but wouldn't you have done the same? Wouldn't anyone?

Monday, 25 September 2017

Ship of Dreams by Elaine LeClaire

Lillian Csernica's fiction has appeared in Weird Tales, Fantastic Stories, After the Happily Ever After, and Killing it Softly. She takes particular pleasure in writing historical fiction. Fans of steampunk will enjoy her Kyoto Steampunk short stories appearing in Twelve Hours Later, Thirty Days Later, and Some Time Later available from Thinking Ink Press. Lillian's nonfiction how-to titles include The Writer's Spellbook and The Fright Factory. History is her passion, jewelry making her hobby, and glass blowing the next item on her Bucket List. Born in San Diego, Lillian is a genuine California native. She currently resides in the Santa Cruz mountains with her husband, two sons, and three cats. Visit her at lillian888.wordpress.com.




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Lady Rosalind Hanshaw sails to Jamaica to tell her brother of their father's untimely death. When her ship is attacked by an infamous French pirate, she jumps overboard to save herself yet again. But the Black Angel refuses to let her get away--he demands her body. To her horror, after one sensual touch she longs to give it to him.

Revenge. It had never tasted so good nor loomed so near. But though he will soon see his beautiful captive's surrender, Alexandre de Marchant's plan to deflower and then ransom his worst enemy's fiancee is in ruins. He has begun to doubt himself. He is a man who will risk everything for a bold beauty who's earned his respect. Now he just has to win her heart.

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What genres do you write?


Historical, romance, fantasy, steampunk

Is there a genre that you've been wanting to experiment with?


Mysteries. It takes real skill to plot the actual crime, then tell the story of how the detectives pursue the investigation.

What inspires you to write?


Questions. What if? Why? Why right now? Who would do such a thing?

How often do you write?


Everyday.


If you could choose an author to be your mentor, who would it be?


Tanith Lee or Esther Friesner

When did you first consider yourself an author?


When I made my first short story sale.

What are your goals as an author?


I want to launch The Flower Maiden Saga, a historical series set in Japan between a girl born British but raised Japanese and a samurai fallen on hard times.

What is the best compliment you've ever received as an author?


"This is weird even by our standards!" (My first sale, a horror short story.)

If you were stranded on a deserted island, and you could only have five books with you, what would they be?


Hotel du Lac (Anita Brookner), The Portable Dorothy Parker, Red Harvest (Dashiell Hammett), The Art of the Personal Essay, and Writing Open the Mind (Andy Couturier).

What book or series do you enjoy reading over and over again?


The Discworld series by Sir Terry Pratchett and The Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich


What is your writing process?


Write the rough draft, chasing every idea, anything goes. Then I go through five drafts, checking story structure, character arcs, worldbuilding, and emotional resonance.

Are you a pantser or outliner?


It depends on the idea and the size of it. Mostly I'm a planner.

How do you come up with the titles for your books?


Titles spring full born from my mind like Athena, which is rare, or I really struggle to come up with something that sparkles.

Do you write about real life experiences, or does everything come from your imagination?


It's always a mixture of both. I'll start with using a real-life incident, then tinker with it according to the needs of the story.


Do you have any advice for other authors?


Less talking, more writing.

Do you have anything specific you'd like to say to your readers?


Thank you. You all mean so much to me.

Friday, 22 September 2017

Kingdom of Honor (Kingdom Journals Book 3 – Jude’s Story) by Tricia Copeland



Tricia Copeland grew up in Georgia but now lives outside the mile-high city of Denver, Colorado. She not only draws from personal experiences, but creates adventures and fantastical journeys for her characters. She feels it is important to portray bravery in the face of turmoil and challenge.

Her contemporary romance Being Me Series includes the novels Is This Me?, If I Could Fly, Think You Me, and the finale, Being Me. These new adult books follow a college co-ed named Amanda, from her freshman year to her senior year, as she navigates a huge crush, first love, and an intense personal tragedy. More than just romance novels, the series chronicles a young adult’s journey to womanhood, diving into coming of age, personal growth, and recovery themes.

Tricia also writes in the young adult space. Her first YA paranormal work, entitled Drops of Sunshine, features Nina who hopes to escape her family drama at a summer camp for the visually-challenged. Problems ensue when she realizes the campers can hear her thoughts. This novella is available free in Spellbound, a summer themed anthology of YA stories. Tricia’s second YA work, a dystopian tale featuring Jema and Troy, is entitled Lovelock Ones: Native One, and can be found in The Butterfly Box. In addition to Native One, The Butterfly Box includes seven adult healing themed novellas. All proceeds from this anthology benefit Doctors Without Borders. A follow up to Native One, Bred One, will be available January of 2018!

Copeland’s latest books are the YA paranormal fantasy romance, Kingdom Journals Series, including Kingdom of Embers and Kingdom of Darkness. In the first journal, you read a first-person account of a modern-day vampire-witch hybrid named Alena who finds her soul-mate, Hunter, who realizes he is a witch. The second, gives a glimpse into the mind of a girl who believes she suffers from schizophrenia. Camille discovers, she is the witch of the trinity, destined to break the curses put on the witch and vampire species. The third and fourth books of the series, Kingdom of Honor and Kingdom of War, are due out in September of 2017 and June of 2018, respectively.

An avid runner and paranormal fan, Tricia enjoys hiking, trivia, and Scrabble.

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Kingdom of Honor
Kingdom Journals 3 – Jude’s Story


Jude only knows one thing: he must rescue Camille. It doesn’t matter what must be done to save her from the evil coven, he will do it. The path is convoluted and there is much pain to endure. If he can rescue her, will she still have her magic? What will his role be once she is found? How does he fit into the trinity’s prophecy? Find out in this fantasy adventure novel that finds the Kingdom Journals characters traversing the globe in search of Camille, and the key to breaking an age-old curse.

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Where were you born?


I was born in Los Angeles, California on the spring equinox, March 21, 1999.

Do you have a close relationship with your family?


My dad travels a lot and my mother struggles with manic depression and drug issues so I was mainly raised by my grandparents, Nan and Pop. When I'm seventeen I discover my father is a witch and mother is half-vampire.

Who is your enemy?


My friend Camille and I were taken hostage by Michael's coven, an evil coven of witches. They wish to use a magical dagger to free all of their fallen ancestors from purgatory by putting their souls into vampires.

Tell us a little about your world, and where you fit in?


My friend Camille discovered she was a witch at the same time I did. She realized hallucinations she was having were really visions of two other witches she is linked to, Alena and Hunter. They like Camille, were born on the summer solstice in 1999. They are the children of light and the prophecy states that they are to free witches from a curse that limits how long they can live in one place. We also believe that witches' souls will pass from Sheol where they are imprisoned to find peace.

What are your goals?


I escaped from Michael's coven but they are still holding Camille. I will rescue Camille and make sure she stays safe.

What was the most exciting adventure you've ever been on?


Camille and I met during a camping expedition in Iceland. We went hiking, ice climbing, explored glaciers, and kayaking in the North Sea. From there we traveled to Italy where we were held hostage in a castle and trained to be witches.

What do you regret most in your life?


My biggest regret is leaving Camille to go rescue her father. When I returned she as gone, captured by Michael's coven. I only have one aim now, saving Camille.

Wednesday, 20 September 2017

Ewan Pendle and the White Wraith by Shaun Hume

Shaun wrote his first story, entitled "The Stagecoach Robbery", at the age of six, and has been making stories ever since.

After working in education with children of all ages for many years, Shaun turned his passion into his profession, and is now a freelance writer and photographer.

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Ewan Pendle was weird. Really weird. At least, that's what everyone told him. Then again, being able to see monsters that no one else could wasn't exactly normal ...

Thinking he has been moved off to live with his eleventh foster family, Ewan is instead told he is a Lenitnes, one of an ancient race of peoples who can alone see the real 'Creatures' which inhabit the earth. He is taken in by Enola, the mysterious sword carrying Grand Master of Firedrake Lyceum, a labyrinth of halls and rooms in the middle of London where other children, just like Ewan, go to learn the ways of the Creatures.


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Sleep was a restless affair for Ewan. The thought that he had to get up extra early and, therefore, had to fall asleep as quickly as possible in order to get a decent amount of shuteye, only kept him awake for longer. When Max’s snoring started, he didn’t think he would get any rest at all.

In the early hours of the morning, when sleep finally did come, it was anything but peaceful. Ewan was visited by dreams of wide open green fields with a singular white blurry figure set on the pristine horizon. Every time Ewan tried to get closer to the figure and see who, or indeed what, it was, it would only get blurrier until it finally disappeared altogether and turned into a wisp of smoke that then became a massive and monstrous pale cloud, dominating the sky above him.

‘Ewan … Ewan.’ Blown over by a mighty gust of wind, Ewan tumbled to the ground. A voice was demanding he get up and follow the cloud as it shot across the sky like a floating city.

‘Ewan – Pendle!’ Ewan woke suddenly to see a wide and shimmering head glaring down at him through the darkness. It was Moham. ‘On your feet,’ he said in the quietest voice Ewan had ever heard him utter. Although his voice was dim, it carried with it no less foreboding of what the result would be if its request was not immediately carried out.

‘Pain Yard – five minutes,’ said Moham, then turning and walking away.

Ewan dressed as quickly as he could and then tiptoed past all of the other snoozing cadets and out of the dormitory. A few smouldering embers in the gigantic fireplace puffed sympathetically as he crossed the darkened common room. The empty corridors of Firedrake were still asleep too, and Ewan did his best not to wake them as he tried to achieve a balance between speed and silence. He thought with a little shudder that right now Betony could have probably sneaked up on him and snapped his neck before he had even known that he was no longer alone.

As he stepped outside a few minutes later, the chill early morning air bit at Ewan’s face and neck like a million tiny flies, all of them trying to take the largest chunk or leave the most painful mark as they nibbled at his skin. Moham was standing in the centre of Pain Yard, curiously staring up at the peach coloured sky. Ewan approached him slowly, but the tall Master did not unclench the grip his singular visible dark eye had on the brightening sky until Ewan was close enough to touch him.

‘Laps,’ said Moham in a low voice. Ewan complied immediately.

As Ewan set out on his first lap of the long and wide rectangular Pain Yard, he bent his eyes towards the high walls of the Lyceum, there being nothing else but sand and Moham in the Yard itself to look at. For the first half a dozen floors or so, all four walls that frowned down onto the Yard were the same height. But after this the roofs were mismatched and the tiles and gutters chased each other up and down and in all directions.

Firedrake Lyceum was slowly waking, the tips of its highest flat glass eyes blinking and glinting in the sun.

Ewan knew that the widows in the boy’s Grade One dormitory looked down onto the Yard, but he had no idea that the girl’s did too. Casting a wistful look up in the direction of his bed and the beds of the other sleeping Grade One cadets, Ewan spotted someone waving to him from a long and thin window set into the honey coloured stone of the Lyceum, like a shiny welt on rough skin.

Ewan focused his sharp hazel eyes.

Mathilde was sitting on what must have been the wide inside sill of one of the windows of the girl’s dormitory. Still in her pyjamas and cross legged, she offered a vehement wave and a wide smile that Ewan couldn’t quite make out but was still sure was there. Suddenly the wind didn’t seem so fierce, the barked instructions from Moham for him to lift his knees didn’t thump against his eardrums so thickly, and Ewan picked up his pace.

For a whole hour Moham made Ewan run, and for that whole hour Mathilde sat and watched, offering another short wave every time he looked up. It was strange that the thought which came to Ewan so clearly now had only just arrived, because he had been through a lot already with Mathilde and Enid. But as he lifted his head back up for his regular once-every-five-minute look towards the high windows of the dormitories, something warm trickled down Ewan’s throat, settling itself in his stomach and welling up like a bowl being slowly filled with warm soup.

This, Ewan thought, must be what it feels like to have friends.

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