Monday, December 23, 2013

Cover Reveal! The Word in the Dark by B.P. Massa

The Word in the Dark
Author: B.P. Massa
Genre: Post Apocalyptic
Length: Approx. 148 Pages
Warning: Course Language not suitable for readers under 18
Publisher: Wolf Paw Publications
Cover Art: Wolf Paw Designs & Summer
Expected Release: February 15, 2014

Set in a post-apocalyptic, modern world, the protagonist is a survivor of a zombie virus outbreak and all out climate collapse.
Having been alone too long, he starts exhibiting signs of ill effects to his own psyche. Go along for the ride and explore the deep inner workings of one human mind as it tries to sort out what is real and what is fantasy when left to its own devices.
Flesh eating zombies, sub-zero temperatures, and total darkness might not be the only thing to fear when you are all alone.

Author Bio

B.P. Massa, familiarly known as Brian Massa, was born in Staten Island, NY on November 8, 1980 to MaryAnn and Peter Massa. While he was born in NYC, he was raised in South Brunswick, NJ since the age of 4. Currently, he resides in Baltimore, MD with 2 roommates and 3 cats. He is a trained chef and certified mixologist, but also worked as an EMT in some of NJ’s roughest cities for over 10 years.

Never one to sit still and always adventurous, Brian loves to try new things and experience new places whenever he can. In spare time, Brian enjoys playing MMOs (Star Wars: The Old Republic and Guild Wars 2), hiking, playing guitar, singing, recording music, and cooking.

While not ascribing to any certain religion or spirituality, he does read into and study many different faiths and beliefs. He has an extreme interest in the paranormal, the unknown, and crypto-zoology to which he adds into his works. Brian has also been a part of two paranormal investigation squads in his time.

His first book, The Word in the Dark, is due out February 15, 2014. This will be his first novel.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Review of Fire and Ice by L. L. Hunter

Fire and Ice
Series: The Legend of the Archangel
Genre: NA Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Collective Press/Writer’s Bloq Inc.
Release Date: December 10 2013
Archangels are extinct and the world is now inhabited by a half-human/half-angel race called Nephilim. But it’s been told that one Archangel remains – a child born of fire only known as The Legend.

21-year-old Nephilim Scarlett Porter is about to start her Angel training at the infamous Blackbell Academy, so she doesn’t have time to worry about dreams of mysterious dark angels. The last thing she expected was her dream angel to be Dyston Blackbell or that finding her was part of his mission – a mission Dyston is prepared to fail to keep Scarlett and the secret of who she is safe.

But, danger is closer to Dyston and Scarlett than they realize.

War is brewing, led by a group of Nephilim called The Lucifites, and they need The Legend to carry out their plans. With the help of their friends, the two must find the leader of the Lucifites and stop his plans for destruction. But will Dyston and Scarlett’s love survive what’s coming? How far will Scarlett go to save those she cares about the most?

I wasn't sure how I wanted to rate this book.  Overall, the story was great, it had awesome potential, but I feel like it got cut off too early.  Plots were brought up late in the book that didn't get completed.  The battle almost started, then quickly ended.  I would love to read the second book and the spin-off series.  There has to be a second battle, and I want to know what happens next.

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Author Bio
L.L. Hunter is an Australian author who began writing when she was fifteen or sixteen, originally song lyrics, but then moved onto fanfiction when she was nineteen, having published over 20 stories online- One of which was nominated for an award. She has also written, directed and starred in two original plays entitled, “No Frills Airlines: Flight 123,” and the sequel, “No frills Airlines: Come Fly with Us.” The latter of which was a musical.
She has studied everything from veterinary nursing, forensic science and dramatic arts but has always known her true calling to be writing.
Her hobbies include writing her books, reading, singing, acting, directing, watching movies, 50’s fashion and playing with her animals. When she is not writing she can be found reading somewhere comfortable with one or both of her ‘furbabies’.

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Friday, December 20, 2013

Abomination Release Blast

Title: Abomination
A Legend of Xosha Novel
Saga: Howl of Wolves Book 2
Series: The Ways of the Pack Book 1
Author: S. Cu’Anam Policar
Publisher: Satalyte Publishing
Cover: Pretzels N Karma Designs & Wolf Paw Designs
Release: December 11, 2013
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B&N, and Create Space links are Coming Soon.
**This book contains course language, sex, death, and at least one scene some may find offensive. It is not recommended for readers under the age of 18**

I didn’t ask to be what I am.
I didn’t ask to be created.
Everyday my very blood wars against itself.
They don’t understand.
They didn’t save me.
They only turned me into an Abomination.
Born a wolf, created to be a monster. Katalina DarkLaw, daughter of the DarkLaw pack alpha, finds herself losing more and more of who she is with every day that passes. Leaving behind a trail of murder and blood, she flees from her pack, right into the arms of Silver Von'Dyre, perpetual bachelor and alpha of Von'Dyre pack.
Will his faith in her be enough to save her? Or, will she become the monster she fears she already is? Bio
S.Cu'Anam Policar was born in Brooklyn, NY, but now lives in Washington State. The Mother of three she makes time to write, usually late at night.
An avid reader, she not only writes but helps promote other authors with blog tours and reviews of their books.
She is Pagan but respects all religions and believes everyone should celebrate their similarities and not worry about their differences.
When she has the time, she enjoys playing video games, horseback riding, singing, and writing things short stories. She absolutely loves to make new friends so don't be afraid to come by and say hi on Facebook!

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S. Cu’Anam’s Books

Rise of Xosha (book 2)
Amazon | Paperback | B&N | Smashwords | Goodreads

Other Voices: An Urban Fantasy Anthology
Amazon | Goodreads
Miraculous: Tales of the Unknown
Amazon | Smashwords | Goodreads

No Sleeves and Short Dresses: A Summer Anthology
(ALL Proceeds go to BLISS to help premature & sick infants get the medical attention they need)
Amazon | Goodreads

Zombie Addiction: Multi Author Short Story Collection
(All Proceeds go to helping those with Orphan Diseases)
Amazon | Goodreads

Silver’s PoV

“Missie,” I addressed the only female in the batch of betas. “How about you take me to your brother, and then you and Vandyl can go visit your den?” I plastered on my best smile. Missie’s had a crush on Vandyl since we were pups.
Missie released her Tru’San. She looked like her brother. Trust me, on a female that was not a good thing. She looked like DarkLaw with tits; it was disturbing really. With her hooked nose, beady little eyes and hair in places no female should have hair, I cringed inwardly and I almost felt bad for what I was about to have Vandyl do… Almost.
She slithered up to Vandyl and practically threw herself at him. It was all I could do not to laugh at my poor second. Vandyl looked absolutely horrified. Bet that fucker never calls me “old” again after this.
“Really Vandyl? You finally ready to experience all of this?” Missie asked as she moved her pudgy hands over her bloated body.
Vandyl turned almost as green as his hair and looked to me for help. I winked to him and gave him a smirk.
“Oh yeah Missie, he’s been talking about getting up in there since I told him we were going to visit Chos.” I nodded for emphasis.
Vandyl’s cutting gaze shot daggers at me as he mouthed. “I’m going to fucking kill you, Silver.”
A snort escaped me. “Now you have the three musketeers over here take me to DarkLaw and Vandyl’s all yours.”
Her beady little eyes twinkled, I patted Vandyl on the back as Missie grabbed his wrist tightly in her meaty hand and dragged him away. I chuckled softly as I followed the three betas into the cover of the trees.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Author Takeover! Jen Wylie

Broken Aro
Book One of The Broken Ones Series
By Jen Wylie
"This book has all the components you love in a book; a real kick butt female lead who fights her own battles, adventure, mystery, and paranormal fantasy. If you like any of these characteristics, then you will love Broken Aro!"

Open your eyes to darkness. What do you see? Does the darkness frighten you? Now imagine the darkness being the cargo hold of a slave ship. Your city has fallen. Your family is most likely dead. You don’t know anyone around you, and some of them aren’t even human. Giving up would be so easy to do, but not for Arowyn Mason. Not after being raised in a military family with seven brothers. Every great story should begin with a plan. Aro’s was to escape and to survive. Escape comes, but at a price. As they reach the shore, Aro and the other survivors learn that freedom doesn’t mean safety. The slavers want their property back and will do anything to get it. The party uses every ounce of their brute strength, a hearty helping of cunning, and even ancient magics to keep themselves alive. Sickness, danger, and even love surprise them at every turn. Dealing with danger becomes their way of life, but none of them ever considered that nothing can be quite as dangerous as a prophecy. Running turns into another race altogether as her world falls to pieces again and again.

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Jen Wylie resides in rural Ontario, Canada with her two boys, Australian shepherd and a disagreeable amount of wildlife. In a cosmic twist of fate she dislikes the snow and cold.
Before settling down to raise a family, she attained a BA from Queens University and worked in retail and sales. Thanks to her mother she acquired a love of books at an early age and began writing in public school. She constantly has stories floating around in her head, and finds it amazing most people don’t. Jennifer writes various forms of fantasy, both novels and short stories.

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Her eyes opened to darkness.
She wasn't surprised. When bad things happened and you finally opened your eyes it was always dark wasn't it? Because otherwise when you woke up you wouldn't be scared, not right away, not until you remembered. Yet in darkness nothing else could be seen but the memories of what had happened, it didn't matter if you opened your eyes or kept them squeezed closed.
What happened…
She closed her eyes again, not against the memories, but the sudden tears and choking sobs. Still, she tried to not remember, but her head hurt. All of her hurt, but her head hurt the worst. She'd been hit by something, very hard. She had no trouble remembering the pain. She remembered falling to the ground, her brothers screaming her name over the insane loudness of the fighting and everything fading to nothing as darkness claimed her. She sucked in a deep breath. The fighting. Yes, the city had been attacked. The walls had been breached. There had been fighting in the streets. She had been fighting. Her brothers had been trying to get her out. They had been so close. Had they?
She shifted and froze, terror creeping up her throat and choking her at the same time until nothing but a strangled gurgle came out.
They had not.
She knew because she felt the cold metal shackles around each wrist, felt the weight of the chain between them. The same fetters bound her ankles. Dirty straw prickled her cheek and the other smells of her surroundings overcame her. They overwhelmed her and made her gag. The rank scents of piss, shit and vomit almost covered the stale reek of sweat and the tang of salt.
She'd thought her head had just been spinning, but no, everything moved, lurching and swaying. She was at sea. At sea in chains meant only one thing. The rumors had been true. The Gelanians had allied with the Franuan Slavers. Beneath the combined attack, Kingsport had fallen and the Frans had taken their cut, citizens to sell as slaves. She was a slave.
Well that sucks.
The idea terrified her, and left her cold and shaking. Squeezing her eyes closed, she fought to push away the horrifying images suddenly assaulting her. Breathing slowly helped a little. The shaking stopped and finally she could breathe again.
She opened her eyes, straining them against the darkness. Had night fallen? Could that be why it was so dark? Her eyes slowly adjusted until she could make out vague shapes; the bars of the cell in the ships hold and darker shapes of people sitting before her in the small cell.
She concentrated, squinting her eyes and counting. Six others shared the cell. Her brothers? "Paul?" The creak of the ship and the murmurs, curses, and sobs of the other captives in the hold almost drowned out her small voice.
"Boy's awake," one of the shapes said. Definitely not one of her brothers.
She stiffened. They'd called her boy. Even after all she'd been through, it was quite a blow to her self-esteem. She frowned in confusion for a moment, until she remembered. Her brothers had dressed her in their old clothes, old bits of armor that sort of fit. They'd even hacked off her long hair…
She cursed them under her breath again for that. Then she almost smiled, remembering Sammy's face when he'd done it. Her brothers were such morons. They always had been. Yet they'd been stuck with raising her, and what did they know of girls? Her mother had died when she was four, and losing her hadn't been easy on any of them.
Father had been a regiment Commander and away a lot. They'd all managed to take care of her somehow, the younger of her brothers watching over her until eventually they'd all joined the army. But she'd been twelve by the time the youngest of them had enlisted. She'd been able to take care of the house while they served their time on the border. They didn't worry about her much. The army wives had helped, keeping an eye on her for them.
However, father had died two years ago at Demet's Pass. It had been hard, losing him. Harder than when mother had died because she hadn't been old enough then to know what it meant. Not seeing him at the head of their big old table, with his gentle smile, had been tough on all of them. It still was. It had been harder this past spring when her brothers had all ridden out again. Because death had become something real, she knew they might not come back. She was fifteen now. Not really a child anymore. So she had faked a smile and waved goodbye to them all when really fear had made her want to scream instead. They had all come home, but with an enemy army at their heels. They'd been afraid then, afraid for her. They knew things she didn't, things like what would happen to a young girl if the city fell. However, she wasn't a woman yet, not in appearance at any rate. Tall and gangly with no figure whatsoever. No wonder she could pass for a boy.
The man who had spoken before broke her thoughts. She must have been hit in the head hard for her mind to wander back into the past. She managed to croak an incoherent sound indicating she'd heard him.
"You alive over there?"
"Yes," she lied and waited. No one else spoke. No one came rushing to her side. Panic quickened her breath as fear sped her heart. Her brothers weren't here. If they had been they'd have harassed everyone to find out where she was. At least… they weren't on this boat. Unfortunately, the slavers had a whole fleet. They must be on another boat. She had to believe that. She closed her eyes tightly again. Yes, they'd been placed on another boat.
Because if they weren't then they were all dead.

Monday, December 9, 2013

Review of No Brainer by A. J. Lape
Two weeks before junior year, Darcy hops a plane to Orlando for a little R&R with her best friend Dylan and his family. Fresh off the heels of solving three murders in Valley, you'd think she'd sit back and enjoy the vacation capital of the world ... maybe if you're a noun. Darcy Walker, however, is nothing but verb.
Before her feet hit the Orlando soil, she's meddling in the disappearance of a five-year-old boy who vanished six months earlier.

With authorities still no closer to solving the case, Darcy is shanghaied by her impulsivity and runs headlong into that proverbial burning building, convinced she can bring him home.

She travels down a road that not only follows this missing child but branches off into the corrupt and sinister world of mob activity when she tampers in a case on which Dylan's detective grandfather is working.

After a near disastrous midnight meeting in a warehouse and a date with a mechanical bull, Darcy realizes she might've bitten off more than she can chew. Add the boiling flirtationship with her best friend and the appearance of his romantic rival, and she is in over her head.

Will she survive a life of flirting with death too easily? Or will her flirtationship with Dylan become the actual death of her instead?

For a girl with a habit of finding dead bodies, No Brainer gives Darcy Walker more of the same ... surprising twists and turns ... and running for her life.

When the Darcy ship hits an iceberg, she hits the biggest one! LOL! This was a great read! A. J. just sucks the reader into her stories. My heart was beating so hard at some parts, it was that intense. If you read when it's quiet, be prepared to scare someone (I scared the cat AND the dog) when you randomly burst out laughing. I about died laughing when she said Mother May I?! To tell you more would ruin it. This book is a fun, intense, and frustrating read, that just makes the reader want to slap the characters at times. Luckily the next one comes out soon. I don't think I could wait a year for it, A. J. really knows how to write a cliffhanger!

If you haven't read the first one, get it now! You won't regret it.
A. J. lives in Cincinnati with her husband, two feministic daughters, an ADD dog, a spoiled hamster, and an unapologetic and unrepentant addiction to Coca-Cola. She studied English, Journalism, and Political Science at Morehead State University and left the business world when her daughters were born. Her love for suspense and a good story was born from watching Mystery Science Theater with her sister during childhood. That and any B-movie with comedic undertones they could get their hands on.

From a small town in Kentucky, her sister and she lived in their imaginations on a regular basis, and A.J.'s love for the bizarre and paranormal still holds true to this day. She loves roller coasters, scary movies, and haunted houses and the weird sense of accomplishment it gives her when she can make it through without keeling over.

If Life has taught her anything, it's the need to acquire a wicked sense of humor, come up swinging, and to never, ever give matter what obstacle is in front of you.

When she's not riding that razor-thin line between creativity and insanity, she likes to read, watch too much cable TV, or cheer like a banshee at her daughters' sporting events.

A. J. loves to connect with fans! You can find her via Twitter and Facebook or send an Email.  You can also find an author interview on her Amazon Author Page and learn more about Darcy on Darcy's Twitter.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Review of Baker's Dozen by M. Will Smith
Rose Baker is both shocked and infuriated to find that her brother Judd has been the ringleader of a conspiracy to promote political assassinations over the years. These assassinations were of Rose’s political idols. In the violent argument that ensues, Judd falls and is fatally injured.
Certain that his dozen co-conspirators will never face the justice they deserve, she hatches a plan to make sure that they do. Traveling the four corners of the country, she takes them out, one by one. Always a step ahead of the conspirators and the authorities, who never suspect a seventy year old well-dressed woman to be involved in such acts, they have no idea who to look for.
Along the way, Rose begins to suspect that the conspiracy is much deeper than the thirteen men, so decides to pursue it to wherever it leads. FBI detectives Chuck and Cathy, who picked up on the murderous rampage midway through Rose’s march across the country, are slow to put the pieces together but finally catch up with her near the end. Baker’s Dozen is about political hatred and retribution in the extreme, and how idealistic beliefs can permanently distort one’s perspective regardless of which side is involved.

To be honest, I really couldn't get into this book.  I haven't finished it yet, but I've been reading for two days and it keeps putting me to sleep.  I was even tired...  I'm going to keep reading in hopes that it gets better, but if something exciting doesn't happen soon, I don't know that it will.  She's already made it across the country and killed several of her marks.  I know this book has received higher ratings from others, some even saying that they couldn't put it down.  Maybe it's just that while I understand her reasoning, morally I can't really get behind what Rose is doing?  I'm really not sure.  It just seems that this book could be more.  Keep in mind that this is only one opinion.  It's still worth reading, so don't let me dissuade you from buying it.  You should really read it for yourself.

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Mr. Smith retired early from a job as a transportation planner in the Pacific Northwest and went sailing by himself. He lived on the sailboat for ten years and sailed up and down the West Coast from Seattle to central Mexico. During that time he wrote a number of novels while in anchorages or marinas. However, he did not publish them, so they sat for over ten years on floppy discs. Last year his wife discovered them and after reading one insisted that he publish it. After considerable editing, he did so through his daughter’s publishing company, Red Frog. Since then, he has published two others and is currently in the process of publishing another. Thus far he has not actively promoted any of them.
He has two daughters who live in Los Angeles. His wife is the primary editor and cheerleader for his books. They live in the Phoenix area in the winter and spend summers in the White Mountains of Arizona. A book club in the White Mountains read the first book, Baker’s Dozen, and received it very favorably. They have three small dogs. The dogs are a joy to them, but are apparently making the local vets wealthy.

Excerpt from Baker’s Dozen
After a leisurely breakfast at a pancake house down the street, she walked to a subway station and rode to lower Manhattan where Jeb worked.  She arrived early, so she spent a half hour window shopping at the fine stores that lined Fifth Avenue.  At exactly five minutes to twelve she entered the building and rode the elevator up to the thirty-third floor.  Turning right as she left the elevator, she walked down a wide hallway to the end where upholstered benches lined both sides of the massive entry to the brokerage firm that Jeb owned.  A man was seated on one of the benches typing on a notebook.  She sat on the end of one bench and looked at her watch.  Another five minutes, she thought as she smiled at the man who looked up for a second, a disinterested expression on his face.  He went immediately back to his notebook.  At ten after, Rose looked at her watch and got up, walked halfway up the main hall and disappeared down a narrow hallway marked private.  On the left was an unmarked door which she tried.  It was unlocked as usual so his lackeys could come in to pamper him about halfway through his routine.  She carefully opened the door, reached her hand into the pocket with the gun, put her head inside and looked around.  Seeing nothing, she proceeded past some exercise equipment to a large wooden door with a latch on it.  She removed the gun and held it behind her, then slowly opened the door.     "I thought I told you twelve thir...." came Jeb's raspy voice, stopping when he recognized Rose's face.
     "Rose...." he said loudly.  "What on earth are you doing here....."
     "Came to settle up the account," she said coolly.
     "Account..... what account?" he sputtered, tugging on the towel he had pulled around himself when the door started to open.
     "Baker's dozen," she said, finally using the term that she had thought of as Judd lay dead next to the fireplace toolset.
     "Baker's what?" he half laughed.
     "The thirteen of you conservative conspirators."
     "Conspirators.....oh my god...." his face went ashen and his eyes narrowed.  "You....... Seattle......Lopez….it was you....." his voice nearly squeaking in terror.
     "Yes," she nodded as she pulled the gun around and aimed it at his forehead.  His eyes were now wide and he was past the point of being able to speak.  He just shook his head, his eyes pleading.  Then he shut his eyes.  That's when Rose pulled the trigger and he jerked backward against the wooden slats.  He then slumped forward into a heap on the floor, the white towel red with blood that was gushing from his face.  She turned quickly and walked out.  She closed the door and retraced her steps out into the narrow hallway and then out into the larger hall, looking back toward the benches that were now empty.  She smiled in mild surprise when she saw that, then strode calmly to the elevators and rode down to the street level.  No witnesses she shrugged.  She went out onto the crowded sidewalk and back to the subway station.