Sunday, October 18, 2015

Support for Indie Authors Presents: Night of the Living BOOK BLAST (A-WooOooOooo!!!)

Once again, it’s time for a #SupportIndieAuthors sponsored  Book Blast event! 
This time around, your spook-tacular event coordinators bring you: 

Adorable illustrations brought to you by SIA’s very own Featured Author of the Month, Melissa Jensen.

Although the name is spooky, there’s going to be something for everyone. On Saturday, October 24th, we will have dozens of authors offering scores of free books! As usual, in the week leading up to the event, we’d like to tell you a little about our participants, so we’ve devised this holiday themed mini-interview. Since there are so gosh darned many of us, we’re going to do things a little differently this time around. Instead of one very long list of authors, several bloggers will each post a handful of interviews. Below you will find not only the talented authors who I am hosting, but links to all of the other blogs, so make sure to click though and meet all of our authors!

And of course, all of our books will be listed on the official Book Blast website:


So don’t forget to mark your calendars for Saturday, October 24th, and spread the word about this exciting trick-free treat!



What is your name?
Christina McMullen

What are the names and genres of the books you are offering? 
The Eyes of The Sun, which is a sci-fantasy hybrid with a unique spin on vampires, and Kind of Like Life, which is a YA that also qualifies as a sci-fantasy hybrid, but with a Twilight Zone or Outer Limits style twist.

Who will enjoy the books you are offering, spooky fiends or fraidy cats?
While I deal with vampires, deranged doctors, and a few other spooky style baddies, there is nothing that should scare the fraidy cats away.

Tell us about your favorite, worst, most unique, or most embarrassing Halloween costume. Got a picture you can share with us?
Like a few other people here, I grew up in the north, where Halloween was the unofficial start to winter. Instead of pretty princess, I would be bulky princess. Well, in the third grade, it was a rather cold year. In fact, I think it was snowing. I wanted to be a pretty princess, not a bulky princess. My mother wanted a child who wasn’t throwing a tantrum, so she came up with a brilliant plan. She put an oversized pair of yellow footie pajamas over my coat, painted rosy red cheeks and bright red lips, and threw a pink bow in my hair. I was not a princess, but I was something better: Ms. Pacman.
Unfortunately, no pictures were taken that year. Instead, here’s a blurry picture of me and my siblings in a pumpkin patch and one where I zombified myself for last year's Going Green Launch.

Life is like a bag of Halloween candy. Which seasonal treat are you?
I am the weird little peanut butter nougats that come in the plain orange and black wax wrappers. Their weird looking, right? Not to mention a little creepy. Not many people are willing to peel back that wrapper and take a chance, but those who do might be in for a treat. Or they might be totally grossed out. There’s not really much of an in between.

Where can readers find out more about you
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What is your name?
G.G. Atcheson

What is the name and genre of the book you are offering?
The Legacy: Fate. It's Urban Fantasy with a little bit of ScienceFiction.

Who will enjoy the book you are offering, spooky fiends or fraidy cats?
It's not scary.

Tell us about your favorite, worst, most unique, or most embarrassing Halloween costume. Got a picture you can share with us?
There's not much to say, really. When I was a kid, year after year, my mother only ever made us but one costume. It was always the same. She'd take old bed sheets and cut holes for the eyes and the hands. Tie it all up around the waist and that's it. We were ghosts. She would put on the same disguise and go trick or treat with us. Since she barely reached five feet, people often mistook her for my older brother.

Life is like a bag of Halloween candy. Which seasonal treat are you?
I'd say I'm the old M&M. No matter what season it is, no matter what color I wear, I'm always sweet on the inside…Ok, that sounded a bit cheesy. Still…I'm an M&M because the truth is you can't stop at one. You'll need more. It's just how it is.

Where can readers find out more about you?





What is your name?
Well, my pen name is A.E. Hellstorm. My legal name is a little more difficult to remember. ;-) Okay, here goes: Anna Eleonora Haglund Hellstrom.

What is the name and genre of the book you are offering?
I’m offering In the Hands of the Unknown, which is a book in a mixed genre: horror, crime and relationship drama with lots of turning points and surprises.

Who will enjoy the book you are offering, spooky fiends or fraidy cats?
Since I’m definitely a crazy cat lady, I’ll go with the fraidy cats. ;-)

Tell us about your favorite, worst, most unique, or most embarrassing Halloween costume. Got a picture you can share with us?
My ghost serial-killer costume was pretty neat. (I’ve only been celebrating Halloween for about eight years, since I grew up in Sweden where we dress up as witches during Easter, but didn’t start celebrate Halloween until recently.)
  
Life is like a bag of Halloween candy. Which seasonal treat are you?
I’m the tangy mandarin orange, no doubt about it: sweet, but with a fresh note to it, and totally unexpected in the candy bag.

Where can readers find out more about you?


What is your name?
Melissa Jensen

What is the name and genre of the book you are offering?
The Toymaker, Fantasy and science-fiction.

Who will enjoy the book you are offering, spooky fiends or fraidy cats?
I would say both. It's not a scary book, but it has a few mildly creepy elements.

Tell us about your favorite, worst, most unique, or most embarrassing Halloween costume. Got a picture you can share with us?
I once made a rather elaborate dragon costume out of paper mache (sp?) and material in the hopes of winning a costume contest. People kept thinking I was a dinosaur, and I didn't win the contest. I was a little annoyed. Unfortunately, I don't have a picture. It was actually a pretty costume. 

Life is like a bag of Halloween candy. Which seasonal treat are you?
Oh, that's a tough one. I keep gravitating toward Milky Way (pun totally intended). You would think there wouldn't be much to a Milky Way what with it only being caramel and nouget- no peanuts, no wafers for crunchiness -, but once you give it a try you find there's a lot more to it flavor-wise than you expected.

Where can readers find out more about you?


What is your name?
T.R. Briar

What is the name and genre of the book you are offering?
Name: Realm Wraith
Genre: Dark Fantasy

Who will enjoy the book you are offering, spooky fiends or fraidy cats?
I would say spooky fiends.

Tell us about your favorite, worst, most unique, or most embarrassing Halloween costume. Got a picture you can share with us?
Most of my weird Halloween costume moments stem from how freezing cold it gets in October, and I always had to hide half my costume under a down jacket. One year I was an angel, and I ended up wearing the wings and halo over the coat so I was this poofy, bulky angel when I went door to door. No pictures that I'm aware of, sadly.

Life is like a bag of Halloween candy. Which seasonal treat are you?
I suppose I'm like candy corn: enjoyable in small doses, but too much of me and you'll make yourself sick.

Where can readers find out more about you?
They can follow me on twitter at https://twitter.com/Briarsan
or visit my website at http://www.invertedworlds.com/
and more of my books can be found at http://www.amazon.com/T.-R.-Briar/e/B00F74NZWY/


Don't forget, there are many more authors! Keep trick or treating and find out what the rest of our authors have to offer by visiting the links below!

More spooky treats are available from Ellison 'The Black Cat' Blackburn.

See what's boiling in the cauldron with Ann Livi 'Toil and Trouble' Andrews.

You can run, but you can't hide from Riley 'The Ripper' Westbrook.

What's that noise? Find out with P.D. 'Don't Open That Door!' Workman.

See what horrors our garden grows with Shari 'Scary Quite Contrary' Sakurai.

Rest a spell with Rian 'The Reaper' Nejar.

Want in on the next round of Book Blast Madness? 
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Saturday, October 17, 2015

October Blog Hop: Meet Author Jena Baxter



Hi Everyone! Today, I'm giving the blog over to author Jena Baxter as part of the October Blog Hop. Jena is the author of The Carriage, a historical fantasy. Today, you have a chance to learn a little more about her and her books by reading on...

Biography

Born in Ojai, and raised in the San Fernando Valley, California, Jena always loved to read and dreamed of writing a novel. Having the ability, but lacking the confidence to do so, she enrolled in the UCLA Writer’s Extension and soon her first novel was in process. Jena writes YA fantasy, historical fantasy, and paranormal romance. She is also a screenwriter and reads for a screenwriting contest annually. When she isn't writing she spends her free time with her husband, amazon parrot, and toy Maltese.

Book Summary
A teenage girl enters a carriage in Central Park and disembarks in Victorian, England.

Cursed by her sister Brooke, Alexis Powell arrives in the Victorian Era where she meets Ezra, a man recently murdered by an assassin his brother Amos, hired. Now he’s a supernatural creature and with a touch Ezra sees into Alexis’ mind. Intrigued by her memories, Ezra offers Alexis his help only to be rebuffed for his kindness.

Alexis runs away, but Ezra can’t shake off what he saw. He follows her through the streets of London, but vulnerable after the loss of his Father, Amos’ harassment, and Alexis’ many rejections, Ezra eventually decides to leave her alone.

Alexis is unable to find work and threatened with starvation. She steals a tomato and Ezra finds her facing the local magistrate and an angry mob. He fights and pays for her freedom.

Finally accepting the help Ezra offers, Alexis moves into the manor he shares with his brother. Romance blossoms but the bond between Ezra and Amos is worse than Alexis’ and Brooke’s. While Ezra and Alexis seek a way to send her home, Amos looks for a way to kill them.

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 Website: http://jenabaxterbooks4.blogspot.com/



The Carriage is available at the following retailers:
Amazon
Amazon UK
Audiobook 
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Thursday, October 15, 2015

October Blog Hop: Meet Author K. Caffee



Hi Everyone! Today, I'm giving the blog over to author K. Caffee as part of the October Blog Hop. K. is the author of the Follow the Torments series that you may recall, I reviewed in Write On! #6. Today, you have a chance to learn a little more about her and her books by reading on...


Biography

Born in Houston, K. Caffee has a long history of spinning captivating tales for a wide range of interested people.  One of her earliest memories is being lost in a huddle of adults as a kindergartener on her way to a church choir camp.  Whatever she tale she had been telling was captivating enough the entire group missed a rest stop, and the bus driver proved to be very patient when the 20 or so adults all requested an emergency stop about an hour after the scheduled one. 

After several years of running various role play campaigns, K. Caffee thought her story telling days were done.  She entered the work force, then school, but the stories were not done with her.  The Followers of Torments saga ambushed her in 2014 with the ultimatum “write.. or don’t sleep.”  As you can tell, despite a valiant effort to focus solely on school, K. Caffee lost the fight.  And, now, despite still carrying an overloaded graduate schedule, she continues to write and more of the pukah who gave her the ultimatum in the first place are lining up at the mental doors demanding to be let in.
What free time she can pry out of the hands of her story and her school work she devotes to her two furry, feline owners, human family, and discovering new friends on Facebook, Twitter, or keeping up with documenting the various non-story thoughts she gets on her blog.

Torments Summary

When you encounter a pukah, you can usually expect to have joy, laughter, jokes, and a faerie helper enter your life to add a touch of mischief that raises your spirits.  However, not all are like that.

The Followers of Torments saga is the tale of one such pukah who has become everything his fellow faerie kin are not – a cold-blooded killer, a vicious fighting machine, and a slaver.  The nameless child was born an orphan and reared in the slave pits of the Melkreschen Realm.  It is from these dark beginnings that the tale grows and develops into a tale of personal discovery and possible personal redemption.

Along the way, the nameless one discovers that not everyone is as harsh or unforgiving as his masters, and that the goddess he pledges himself to is not the only deity who is watching over him.  He also discovers who and what he is, and must ultimately make a choice that will radically alter his life, and the lives of those who are closest to him at the time.  Will he choose to return to his comfortable ways, or will he choose to continue to learn?



Excerpt from Out of the Darkness, from the chapter “First Days of Freedom”:

Though he knew the routine of the Arena, he did not know what went on outside those confined walls. His sense of what was right demanded that he begin his exercise, but he was uncomfortable enough in these new environs that he resisted his impulse. Instead, he continued hiding in the shadowed nook watching the bewildering activity around him - the ebb and flow in the crowds through the area. While he watched, time passed which caused his stomach to wake and begin clamoring for its allotment of food. His throat answered with convulsive swallows as it began to become sticky with thirst. He ignored this with the sure knowledge that food and drink would be provided eventually. He did not understand that as a free man he was now required to provide these for himself.
As he continued to watch around him in complete bewilderment at the unregulated, unguarded movement of the crowds, a slight headache began to develop from the ever-present light from the ever-glowing buildings around him. The continual low hum of the crowds as people talked amongst themselves punctuated by an occasional screech from the nearby children at play added to the sensual overload and overall discomfort.
His dark-adapted eyes began to water once again from the (to him) punishing light. As he squinted to relieve the tear-refracted glitters of light, he felt a very small sense of relief as the overall intensity of the light dimmed. But there was nothing he could do about the constant noise. He tried putting his hands over his ears instinctively at first, but that only served to intensify the sound rather than mute it.  He responded by uncovering his ears and hoping the noise would go away.
After several glass of lurking, his presence finally attracted the type of attention he had initially been afraid of receiving. A guard finally approached him with the air of supreme authority demanding, “What are you doing here? If you do not have business with the house, then move along!”
Nameless looked at the guard puzzled. Angrily the guard reached for his arm, “I said move along!”
When the guard’s hand touched his arm, the man finally moved. He exploded out of the nook, catching the unsuspecting guard’s hand and wrenching it around, dropping the guard to the street, and glowered down at him. Unthinkingly, his other hand struck, crushing the guard’s trachea, and causing enough blood to flow that people around him fled the scene screaming.
Some disappeared into the buildings, others continued up the street until they were out of sight. He did not understand what was going on, but his old understanding was that to live he could not allow anyone to touch him. Even when he had been moved between his cell and the Arena, or between his cage and the Sands, no one had ever tried to touch him. This stranger had tried to grab him.  To his Arena trained mind, this meant he had been attacked. He responded as his training demanded. Eliminate all threats, win and live.
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Excerpt from Remember the Shadows, from the chapter “Not Leaving”:

“Help may I?”  He asked.
The other jerked around, his heavier tread revealing him someone who had never been in the Sands, “Nameless?”
Nameless nodded, wary of the other man.  The muted dark colors and heavy decoration of his uninvited guest’s clothes and his possessive demeanor set off alarm bells.  Nameless steeled himself, forcing his eyes to meet the other’s squarely.  He also managed to keep his legs from dropping him to the floor automatically in response to being in the presence of a self-assured master.  
“You do not need to know who I am.  Those I represent, however, sent me to negotiate for your removal from the Melkreschen Realm in a peaceful manner.  Lobach has paid his price for letting you go, as has Demak.  You can either go peacefully, or painfully, but you will be leaving this realm.”
Nameless let a small smile play across his face, the same one he used when he faced someone in the Sands who showed enough talent to make his matches enjoyable.  “No.”
“The fact you are leaving is not under debate.  How you leave is what I am to negotiate.” The stranger’s voice grated out.
“No.”
“No is not an option.  Do you want me to spell out what would happen if you were to stay?” The stranger insisted, the monotone of his voice cracking a little, his eyes boring into Nameless, as if to break down his resistance.
“No.” Nameless replied once again, cross his arms, the smile growing and beginning to light his eyes with excited expectation.
“Then you will leave?” the other asked, the monotone veneer vanishing in surprise.
“No.”
“Do you know any other word besides. ‘no’?” growled the stranger.
“You speak what all want.  I leave here not.  Leave will when Silk to Quae Sija Arena moves only.  Try might, try fail will.  Know words enough, well enough you to tell ‘leave not am’.”
The other man, rocked to his heels by Nameless’ almost eloquent reply, frantically reordered his thoughts.  He had been informed that Nameless was a typical Champion with barely enough vocabulary to understand the demand for him to leave the realm.  The fact that he intended to bring his Silk – the other escaped convict – back to the Arena where he should never have left was surprising.
“So, you will not leave, you will not listen, and you have every intention of bringing your Silk back to the Quae Sija Arena for proper sentencing?” he asked cautiously.  He settled himself onto his heels, his arms crossing then dropping back to his sides, his eyes never leaving Nameless’ face.
“Know of sentence nothing.  Silk Debuts tonight.  If survives, he trains for Trials.  Graduate to Runner I have, Trials first Silk will be.  Honor She who saw my Trials if return Her Arena do.  Leave not here, train here will.”
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Into the Sunlits excerpt from the chapter “Waiting”

Raonal mocked a pout.  “So your mark is unique to you, and you like showing it off.  If she discovers you are missing, wouldn’t having that mark just leave a direct path to where you are?”
“She always here.”  He touched his chest over his heart, then tapped his temple.  “and here.  I nothing, She all things.”
“Master, I think the Maker, the Sun, and the Stars would have something to say about that.  The sun gives light for all things to thrive and grow.  The maker created everything that lives by the sun’s light, and the stars take back what passes, so that it may be given back to the maker for His use again.” 
Nameless felt a stirring deep in his heart; something responded to the litany that had never responded to Her presence.  He blocked the sensation from his mind, and focused his thoughts on the Web Mother.  “She everything is to me.  By Her will live I.  By Her whim thrive I.  I honor always Her, and Her bidding do I.”
Raonal gave him a sharp glance.  “That is no way to live.  No one lives by another’s whim.  They live by their own. 
“Why does capturing and enslaving others honor her?  It is an evil, vile act.  Even when the packs war and our enemies are captured, it is not a permanent enslavement.  Oh, it can feel permanent, and you can make it such, but it does not start that way.  From what you have told me, the only way out of your clutches is to die.  That is wrong, so very, very wrong.
“You can always put down that life, and give into the circumstances that surround you.  When you give into the drudgery of life, you stop living.  Oh, the body may go on for a while, but you have died.  Grasp the exciting, the strange, the unique!  You are yourself, not some extension of another.  Be yourself.  Breath the air around you because you want to, not because someone else tells you that you have to go on.  No one should ever be forced to live.  If life has lost its joy, and they refuse to look for it, then they deserve the right to go back to the maker for a chance at something better.”
Nameless did not think, did not acknowledge how much the words Raonal said struck deep within him.  He lashed out, and struck the pukah across the face.  Snarling out.  “Know this, Silk.  You live my whim.  You learn teach I.  ‘Put away life’ accepted not.  I only right kill.  You decision die allowed not.”
Raonal glared at Nameless.  “Try me, pukah.  You tell me to call you master, but who am I really calling that?  You?  Or whatever thing you…”
Nameless did not even bother letting Raonal finish his thought; he snapped off a vicious snap kick, breaking Raonal’s knee.  Raonal fell to the floor, howling in surprised pain.  Nameless followed the kick with a stomp to the shoulder, grinding down into the grating feel of snapping bone trapped between his heel and the hard wood floor.  Raonal’s howls redoubled in volume, and he tried to curl the rest of his body into a ball.  Nameless refused to allow him any respite while he systematically broke every major joint in his body.  The only part of the pulped body he did not attack were the spine, ribs and skull.
Raonal lapsed into unconsciousness when Nameless broke his other knee, his howls dying off suddenly.  Nameless backed away from his work, but decided to finish administering his punishment.  He knew when Raonal woke there would be many questions asked.  He intended this punishment to drive home to Raonal that no one ever insulted the Web Mother when he was nearby.
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