Roxanne Rhoads's Blog, page 6
July 6, 2025
Electric Titan by C.R. Reardon #YASciFi #SciFi #DisabilityLit
What inspired you to become an author?
I wrote a poem for a 7th grade project about my experience with a childhood brain tumor. My mom’s side of the family has writers, so maybe that’s why it clicked.
Do you have a specific writing style?
I would say I’m more of a pantser. I love spontaneously adding details and connections that make the characters and text richer.
Do you write in different genres?
Yes, poetry [4 books] and literary fiction.
If yes which is your favorite genre to write?
poetry
How did you come up with the title for your latest book?
Do you title the book first or wait until after it’s complete?
The title came first.
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
Just the randomness of life and how fast it can change…disability is not something to fear…if you are disabled, you will eventually become whole just as you are..It helps to have faith.
Is the book, characters, or any scenes based on a true life experience, someone you know, or events in your own life?
December 20th–when Rosa has her procedure–was the day of my first brain surgery.
Of all the characters you’ve ever written, who is your favorite and why?
Doc Star. She is a feisty black socialite from Savannah, Georgia, who uses a wheelchair. She’s a fashionista and keeps in shape by boxing.
What books/authors have influenced your life?
David Foster Wallace, Murikami, Aleksandr Isayevich Solzhenitsyn
Can you share a little of your current work with us?
From my new book of poetry, Disablé:
Interstellar
It hurts to look in the mirror
Survive the Hawking Radiation,
Dip below the Event Horizon
Into a wormhole that
Passes celestial palaces and
Planets like irises,
Through crystallized frost, the expanding darkness,
And arrive at a dimension that harnesses magic.
After a decade of being,
Two constants broke with the dawn:
The invisible thing and
Time—both undefined.
For twenty-five years, a quarter of a century,
No hand held mine,
No lips touched mine,
No ethereal spell kept us intertwined.
I speak not of affection from friends and family,
But of the pillar that sustains societies.
The tender clay that every soul deserves.
In these infinite-scroll days,
With tribal huts, digital lust,
Self-monitoring sunset sluts,
And filters generating melancholy ruts—
I have rolled naked for all to see,
For all to swipe pass. So, what could it be?
Why when the hot bots eye me
Must they see an easy mark? Why
Must the endorphin rush of
New calligraphy
Fade like fire?
Perhaps my texts did not strike
To the superstring’s like.
Perhaps they are forever in a superposition,
Stretching my mind’s matter.
Tectonic plates once pushed pressure onto the other
But how much force led to an answer?
The gaul of me to have romantic desires!
Am I deranged?
Is there such a thing as blame?
Nymphs actions are difficult to convict
When I would have helmed the same sleeping ship—
If the Sun penetrated me the same way as they,
If hikes by rocky waterfalls filled my day.
These ice-olating, unaware rains
Are my eternal fountain of pain.
I’m tired of being Her good deed for the day.
And what am I to think–
Of these profiles with height requirements
And pleas for openmindedness–
If I am to ever own a home or
Earn an income after
Being sequestered like a leper in a slum?
How should I proceed? Is my pride in need?
Or is it as wide as the horizon?
Should I forget the stillness in my bedroom,
How the chromatic light on the lamppost loomed
Where I once played with ghosts under the moon?
Alas, it would have been easy
To twixt my mature soul with a ripe one
Like I had done
In my dreams—
No need to scheme,
Be seen on the scene, waste time
Fumbling words, lie like fiends, play
The game in an endless stream.
A tyrant has ruled my days,
And if this is the fate
I am doomed to face
I will abandon my sojourn
To be more free, but how free?
I would possess
The anchor of time, but would I hear
The music of wind chimes?
Now, I am a nebula’s shepherd
Waiting to be discovered.
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
I am terrible with plot. I’m more focused on smaller, character moments.
Who designed the cover of your latest book?
Spanish author and artist Sofia Sanz
Do you have any advice for other writers?
Take courses, learn the methods, then don’t listen to any advice. And don’t TRY to write.
Do you have a song or playlist (book soundtrack) that you think represents this book?
I Am Not A Robot by Marina
What would your readers be surprised to learn about you?
I used to be really into rap music.
When you’re not writing what do you do? Do you have any hobbies or guilty pleasures?
I am a huge cinephile. Sports have always ben in my family. Basketball, football, soccer, volleyball, track. And I like poker.
Electric TitanC.R. Reardon
Genre: Science Fiction, Young Adult, DisabilityPublisher: C.R. ReardonDate of Publication: 6/13/1986ISBN: 979-8-9920346-0-8ASIN: B0F44JVWL9Number of pages: 225Word Count: 64,117 Cover Artist: Sofia Sanz
Tagline: 17-year-old Rosa Viviani grapples with her newfound disability, a meteor emerges from the depths of space, hurtling toward Titan with the potential to destroy everything.
Book Description:
Rosa Viviani, a seventeen-year-old girl living in the utopian colony of Civigem on Saturn’s moon Titan, faces a series of life-altering events. In a society where disability has been eradicated through genetic engineering, Rosa becomes one of the few individuals who must navigate life with a hoverchair. As she grapples with her newfound disability, a meteor emerges from the depths of space, hurtling toward Titan with the potential to destroy everything.
Amidst the chaos, Rosa's connection to an ancient Earth religion awakens within her a mystical power that could save Civigem from the impending catastrophe. Guided by the wisdom of goddesses and unwavering support from her parents and girlfriend, Rosa embarks on a journey of self-discovery, confronting her fears and insecurities while learning to harness her newfound abilities. As the meteor's impact looms closer, Rosa must confront the limitations of her powers, the fragility of life, and the complexities of love in a society that has long forgotten the meaning of community.
In a race against time, Rosa's journey becomes a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, the power of love, and the importance of embracing life's uncertainties. As she confronts the impending apocalypse, Rosa's story challenges the utopian ideals of Civigem, exposing the deep-seated prejudices and the hidden costs of a society that has long suppressed the natural diversity of human existence.
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Excerpt: Day 1
WhenI first used my hoverchair, nobody told me about the unexpectedness. I didn’tknow I’d be the only young woman on Titan using one. When I’d run my lastConvalor, climb my last staircase to a house. Traverse a ravine’s rocks. I wishI could have readied myself for things like my last walk with my dad along thelakeshore, but life doesn’t always give us time to prepare.
Darkbrown clouds slit the dusky morning sky. I lay in bed reading Village Sisterson my tabicus, trying to learn what life would be like for me in a hoverchair.The Village Sisters was written on Earth about the bond between anAfrican-Japanese beauty queen and her best friend, who broke her spine in atsunami.
Anempty frame hung in front of my bed next to the window. I didn’t want to see mestanding with my friends at Lucky’s Tavern. The obligatory smiles and people Ibarely knew now felt like a past life. The picture was only a year old, butstill.
Ialways kept sunflowers on the table beside my bed to brighten my mood. Next tothe sunflowers, my elegant ballerina motivated me to strive for grace and goodposture. The best thing I ever got from the Keller Aviary was a fluffy, stuffedbutterfly that I named Ms. Monarch and rested on my bed. Like many times sincethe incident, I embraced her and squeezed tight.
Then,just before the announcement, a tingling shot down my right arm. Was I numbfrom squeezing Ms. Monarch too hard? Was it a side effect of the surgery? Itfelt like hot wax on my skin–but somehow empowering?
Mybody jerked upright. My arm swung like a directional arrow. I had no control ofit.
Myhand and arm lined up with a Faberge egg on my dresser. It was a familyheirloom passed down to my dad’s disabled relative. This, in part, is why Ibelieve our lives are echoes of our ancestors. We’re the same stars, justmoving through different galaxies.
Theheirloom navigated our solar system aboard the U.S.S. Freedom. The maroon andgold Faberge egg rattled out of its four pure white supports, fell to thefloor, and shattered.
Ithought someone might’ve bumped into my dresser the night before. Maybe theynudged it off its axis, and that’s why it toppled over this morning.
Thepneumonia rains started, and I was content watching them splatter the bubbleand cascade down, but we all know what happens now.
TheUrgent News banner appeared on my tabicus. I turned the volume up. Rememberthat image? The mayor drooped like a geranium.
“Fellowcitizens, I come to you today with the heaviest of hearts. I sincerely hopethat every individual heed this news with the understanding that the bestcourse of action for every life was attempted.” Her shoulders rose and felllike the Magic Islands. “Several weeks ago, a volcano on Jupiter’s moon Iodispelled lava that somehow escaped its gravitational pull and froze, hurtlingit into space. This is the meteor I’m sure many of you have heard about on thenews. The meteor is one point-six kilometers in diameter and travels at a speedof thirty-six kilometers per second. I regret to inform you that it is headeddirectly for Titan, and it’s too late to stop it.
“Themeteor will make an impact with Titan in six days and destroy everything,including our beloved–” I felt so bad for her when her voice cracked, and shebegan to tear up. “Civigem.”
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About the Author:A brain tumor survivor since the age of 8, and handicapped since the age of 10, C.R. Reardon is now 39 years old. He fell in love with creative writing after writing a poem about these hardships in the 7th grade. Since then, he has self-published four books of poetry: Disablé (2025), Born on Friday the 13th (2018), Torghatten (2016), and Hard Polish (2013). After 2 years at The University of Arizona, C.R. graduated from Stonehill College in 2009 and earned his Master's degree in English from Salem State University in 2011.
His screenplay Lagom (the Swedish word for 'just the right amount') was a finalist for best screenplay at the 2017 Massachusetts Independent Film Festival, as well as the 2015 Catalina Film Festival. In 2016 my screenplay Spawning Neon was a semi-finalist at the 16th annual Awareness Film Festival.
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July 1, 2025
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June 30, 2025
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June 29, 2025
Combustible by Hunter Shea
CombustibleHunter Shea
Genre: Horror/Post Apocalyptic/Dark HumorPublisher: Dark Wolf BooksDate of Publication: 6/17/2025ISBN: 979-8895678923ASIN: B0F7Z8X3C5Number of pages: 374Word Count: 94,000
Tagline: POST-APOCALYPTIC HORROR MEETS THRILLER IN A DYSTOPIAN NIGHTMARE OF FIRE AND ASH.
Book Description:
The world didn't end with a bang or a whimper...it ended with people bursting into flames.
Across the globe, spontaneous human combustion (SHC) is turning ordinary citizens into living infernos. Governments collapse, cities fall silent, and the air itself tastes like ash. Society burns while the lucky few are left to wonder: When will it be me?
Sam and Aja were already falling apart before the fires came. Now, trapped in a crumbling apartment and suffocating under the weight of isolation, their love feels just as doomed as the rest of humanity. But when whispers spread of a small Canadian town called Consumption, untouched by the inferno, hope flickers.
Stealing an RV and refusing to leave Aja behind, Sam sets out on a desperate, ash-streaked journey through a burned-out North America. With his best friend in tow and a growing crew of strange, unforgettable survivors, they chase rumors through a landscape warped by horror, madness, and the heat of human combustion.
Perfect for fans of The Gone-Away World by Nick Harkaway and Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion, Combustible is a harrowing, darkly tender exploration of what survives when everything else burns. Will love endure in a world destined to ignite?
Excerpt:
Therewere shouts within and then banging, followed by the distinctive sound ofsplintering wood. I watched a man rush into the room and douse the flames witha handheld fire extinguisher. I got to walking before the smoke settled. I hada pretty good idea of what I’d see and my day was already shit enough.
Ihurried around the corner and almost whooped out a hallelujah when I saw thegate to Singa’s was up.
Myenthusiasm was tempered when I looked through the window. The place had beenransacked.
Singa,at least that’s what I assumed his name was since he was always there, satbehind the counter reading an old newspaper.
“Whathappened in here?” I said.
Theshelves had all been knocked down, glass to the cold cases reduced to pebbles,boxes, bottles and cans strewn about as if the entire store had been invaded bya mosh pit.
Singa,who had been old to begin with, looked like he’d aged twenty years. The bagsunder his eyes were dark and had an almost crispy texture. Those umber eyesheld back tears that threatened to fall any second. He looked around theremains of his store in a daze.
“Humanityhappened,” he said, his voice, like his gaze, far, far away.
Iput a fifty-dollar bill on the counter. “You mind if I see if there’s anythingworth saving?
“Keepyour money.” He either avoided my gaze or thought he was talking to a ghost.“Money burns. We all burn.”
Isnatched a reusable bag from the floor and got on my hands and knees, lookingfor anything that had been left whole. I came up with a box of elbow macaroni,a can each of beets, sliced potatoes and artichoke hearts, three bottles ofoff-brand water, and a box of stuffing mix. It wasn’t much, but it was betterthan nothing.
Islung the bag over my shoulder. “Is…is there anything I can do for you?”
Hiseyes slowly found mine. “Yes.” He opened his palm. In the center, I saw a tinypile of black specks. “Run.”
Singadipped his head and inhaled the powder like a cokehead fresh from rehab.
Thesneeze came instantly.
Theflames seemed to burst from every pore of his body.
Ijumped back and slipped on a pile of debris, sure that the heat had singed myeyebrows.
PoorSinga slumped into his chair and burned without a sound.
Ittook a few attempts to get to my feet and run out of the store. In my mad dashback home, my heavy breathing popped the tampons loose. I didn’t stop to lookfor them.
Inoticed fires in other windows.
Theone that had been put out earlier was back, blazing again. SHC was like thatsometimes. Someone on the radio had called it ‘almost sentient.’ It didn’t likeit when people put it out. So, it came back with a vengeance. This time, no onetried to extinguish it.
Infact, there were tendrils of smoke everywhere as far as I could see. Andnowhere could you hear the sound of a single fire engine. What was the point?
Oddly,what disturbed me most was when one of the feral cats hiding under a car gave aloud sneeze. It burst into flame immediately. The fleeing blur of burning hairand flesh went headfirst into a wall, made a sharp turn and disappeared down analley, leaving grayish smoke in its wake.
About the Author:Often called THE KING OF THE CRYPTIDS, Hunter Shea is a lifelong horror hound and NY Times bestselling author of over forty books of monstrous mayhem, ghostly frights, and newfound terrors. Some of his bestselling books include the critically acclaimed Creature, They Rise, and The Montauk Monster, the nostalgic Money Back Guaranteed and One Size Eats All series, and Jessica Backman’s Death in the Afterlife paranormal trilogy. His books have been found in the International Cryptozoology Museum and his face on the Discovery Channel where he talks about, well, monsters.
He can be heard and seen on his two long-running podcasts, Final Guys and Monster Men, both informed and humorous explorations of horror’s best – and worst – movies, books, and video games, as well as interviews with some of the hottest writers, directors and producers in the genre. You’ll also find exciting first-hand accounts of true-life hauntings, UFOs, cryptid encounters and more.
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June 26, 2025
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Looking for your next fiery summer read? 🔥 Combustible by the ever-inventive Hunter Shea is here to light your TBR on fire—literally. This post-apocalyptic horror-thriller delivers a scorched-earth blend of dark humor, raw emotion, and relentless suspense that fans of dystopian fiction won’t want to miss.
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Character Confession from Knot of Souls by Christine Amsden #UrbanFantasy #Friendship #Buddies
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You reek of darkness, of some evil spirit that’s worked its way under your skin. You don’t talk about it, no. It’s your secret...” Excerpt from The Sister’s Curse by Nicola Solvinic from Berkley Publishing Group. Now available for pre-order: https://bit.ly/4jBXbCc
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June 25, 2025
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Interview- Knot of Souls by Christine Amsden #UrbanFantasy #Friendship #Buddies
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Looking for your next fiery summer read? 🔥 Combustible by the ever-inventive Hunter Shea is here to light your TBR on fire—literally. This post-apocalyptic horror-thriller delivers a scorched-earth blend of dark humor, raw emotion, and relentless suspense that fans of dystopian fiction won’t want to miss.
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Character Confession from Knot of Souls by Christine Amsden #UrbanFantasy #Friendship #Buddies
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June 24, 2025
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Interview- Knot of Souls by Christine Amsden #UrbanFantasy #Friendship #Buddies
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Looking for your next fiery summer read? 🔥 Combustible by the ever-inventive Hunter Shea is here to light your TBR on fire—literally. This post-apocalyptic horror-thriller delivers a scorched-earth blend of dark humor, raw emotion, and relentless suspense that fans of dystopian fiction won’t want to miss.
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Character Confession from Knot of Souls by Christine Amsden #UrbanFantasy #Friendship #Buddies
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June 11, 2025
We Are Always Watching by Hunter Shea
We Are Always WatchingHunter Shea
Genre: HorrorPublisher: Dark Wolf BooksDate of Publication: 5/27/2025ISBN: 979-8895679234ASIN: B0F3QTH2WKNumber of pages: 353Word Count: 94K
Tagline: They See Everything. They Know Everything. And They Never Stop Watching…
Book Description:
When West Ridley’s family is forced to abandon New York for a crumbling Pennsylvania farmhouse, he expects misery—but nothing could prepare him for the horrors lurking within its walls. His father’s worsening illness, his mother’s exhaustion, and his grandfather’s drunken ramblings paint a bleak picture of their new reality. But it’s the eerie warnings and shadowed figures that truly unnerve him.
The words “WE SEE YOU” scrawled on his ceiling are just the beginning. Something sinister roams the halls at night, whispering through the silence, watching from the darkness. Grandpa Abraham swears the house is haunted. But the truth is far worse than restless spirits—because in this house, secrets are buried deep, and the Guardians will do anything to keep them hidden.
As the Ridleys unravel the mysteries of their new home, one thing becomes chillingly clear: escape is impossible. No matter where they go, the watchers remain.
A pulse-pounding horror thriller packed with eerie suspense, We Are Always Watching is perfect for fans of Stephen King, Paul Tremblay, and haunted house stories that linger long after the last page. Dare to uncover the truth? Order your copy today—before they see you first.
Excerpt:
Hisfoot crunched on a three-foot long stick. It was gnarled and thick, a perfectwalking stick and weed slasher. Whisking it back and forth, he swatted at thewild vegeta tion, heading for the woodpile. It would make a great bonfire. He’dnever been to one in person, but he’d seen plenty in movies, especially theflicks from the ’80s with teen campers in peril.
Westloved those movies, especially the parts where girls took off their shirts andeither went skinny dipping or had sex in the woods or an empty cabin. Actressestook their clothes off a lot back then. He’d never even seen a naked boob untilAnthony showed him this strange astronaut/vampire flick called Lifeforce. Thegirl vampire was totally naked, front and back, for half the movie. West’s mindwas blown. Horror, sci-fi, and his first naked woman. The constantflip-flopping between arousal and terror left him both exhausted and too tiredto sleep that night.
Somethingcrashed through the brush to his left. He stopped, the hairs on the back of hisneck rising. There was a garbled growl. The sounds of two cats tussling gavehis nerves sweet relief. Not wanting to get in the middle of their fight, heveered to the right.
Closingin on the haphazard mound of wood, he realized what it was. The farm would havehad a barn at one time. It must have collapsed decades ago. The old walls andfloorboards were blighted by the sun and elements. The stench of decay grewstronger with each step. Weeds grew through the gaps, some of them so thick,they hid whole sections of the former barn. “I wonder what took you down,” hesaid, lifting boards here and there with the tip of his sneaker. The groundbeneath it was black as pitch and had an odd smell, like something scorched andlong forgotten. Could have been a fire. Or maybe it was a storm, some hurricanethat sent people to their cellars. That is, if hurricanes happened in this partof Pennsylvania.
DidGrandpa Abraham’s place have a storm cellar? And what about a fruit cellar? Heheard about them all the time, especially when it came to places for crazedkillers to hide bodies. What was the point of a fruit cellar? Why stick yourfruit in some hole?
Therewas sudden movement in the brush behind him. He waited for one of the cats toslink into view. The sound didn’t repeat itself and no cats came out to play.West felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. He had the veryuncomfortable feeling that he was being watched.
Outhere, surrounded by the tall grass, anyone could be lurking.
Heclosed his eyes and saw the words on the ceiling over his bed. WE SEE YOU Westwas suddenly very uncomfortable. All of this was so alien to him, he felt as ifhe’d stepped into a place where he didn’t belong. “Time to go back inside.”
Hetrudged away from the collapsed barn, unable to shake the feeling that therewere eyes at his back
About the Author: Often called THE KING OF THE CRYPTIDS, Hunter Shea is a lifelong horror hound and NY Times bestselling author of over forty books of monstrous mayhem, ghostly frights, and newfound terrors. Some of his bestselling books include the critically acclaimed Creature, They Rise, and The Montauk Monster, the nostalgic Money Back Guaranteed and One Size Eats All series, and Jessica Backman’s Death in the Afterlife paranormal trilogy. His books have been found in the International Cryptozoology Museum and his face on the Discovery Channel where he talks about, well, monsters.
He can be heard and seen on his two long-running podcasts, Final Guys and Monster Men, both informed and humorous explorations of horror’s best – and worst – movies, books, and video games, as well as interviews with some of the hottest writers, directors and producers in the genre. You’ll also find exciting first-hand accounts of true-life hauntings, UFOs, cryptid encounters and more.
Website – www.huntershea.com
Twitter – www.twitter.com/huntershea1
Facebook – www.facebook.com/huntershea1
Instagram – www.instagram.com/huntershea2017
Patreon – www.patreon.com/huntershea
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June 9, 2025
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"There are dark things in Bayern County, things that crawl under rocks and slither through the river. Mom taught me about them. Unseen spirits. Things that were never human, things that gather here.”
Excerpt from The Sister’s Curse by Nicola Solvinic from Berkley Publishing Group. Now available for Pre-Order: https://bit.ly/4jBXbCc
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