Heidi Ruby Miller's Blog, page 23
June 13, 2015
MENTION: Paul R. Hewlett Talks about the Ambasadora-verse at The Moose Room
MENTIONS
Paul R. Hewlett , middle grade author of the entertaining Lionel Snodgrass series , talks about the worldbuilding in the Ambasadora books during a recent interview with Lisa A. Tortorello at The Moose Room .
You can also find out about his latest work Lionel Goes to Camp !
And to check out the first book in the Ambasadora series, Marked by Light, and some reviews, visit Amazon.
Paul R. Hewlett , middle grade author of the entertaining Lionel Snodgrass series , talks about the worldbuilding in the Ambasadora books during a recent interview with Lisa A. Tortorello at The Moose Room .
You can also find out about his latest work Lionel Goes to Camp !
And to check out the first book in the Ambasadora series, Marked by Light, and some reviews, visit Amazon.
June 11, 2015
BOOK: Hadon, King of Opar by Christopher Paul Carey
BOOKS
A brand-new tale in Philip José Farmer’s Khokarsa series from Christopher Paul Carey, the coauthor of The Song of Kwasin!
In Hadon of Ancient Opar , the hero Hadon entered the Great Games, battling in the arena for the chance to become king. Instead, he found himself at odds with a vengeful tyrant who sent him on a fool’s errand to retrieve a living god’s bounty. In Flight to Opar, civil war has erupted across the queendoms of Khokarsa, and Hadon must take his quest back to his home city of Opar if he is to fulfill a prophecy of the oracle and protect his loved ones and his homeland from utter doom. In The Song of Kwasin, Hadon makes an appearance following the adventures of his giant herculean cousin, surveying a world torn asunder by a continent-wide earthquake. Now, in Hadon, King of Opar, fourteen years have passed since the great calamity threw the mighty queendoms of Khokarsa from their foundations, and Hadon is king of Opar, charged with protecting his far-flung jungle city against the myriad dangers that threaten it.
Christopher Paul Carey, coauthor with Philip José Farmer of The Song of Kwasin and the author of Exiles of Kho, picks up Hadon’s tale of adventure in exhilarating fashion. Using Farmer’s own notes, Carey now continues the epic saga of Khokarsa, filling in the missing history of a civilization lost to the mists of time…
Opar, legendary city of gold and fabulous treasures, once shined as the most precious jewel of Khokarsa, a mighty empire whose magnificent cities stretched across the shores of ancient Africa’s vast inland seas. But a horrific cataclysm has shattered the other great metropolises of the land and the bountiful seas have slowly begun to drain. Now golden Opar stands alone—the last bastion of a dying civilization, battling to survive in a hostile and rapidly changing world.
When a mysterious enemy strikes from out of the wilds, King Hadon must lead his golden city against the most perilous threat it has ever faced. As he embarks on a mission to confront the danger, Hadon runs headlong into a maze of plots and intrigues lurking in the ages-old tunnels deep beneath the city. Soon he discovers the ancient war between the followers of the goddess Kho and the sun god Resu never truly ended. Unless Hadon can rally his most daunting enemies to fight by his side and rescue his daughter La from the clutches of a ruthless pirate lord, the city of gold and jewels will soon lie in ruins, the long-held prophecy of its greatness hurled into oblivion…
Christopher Paul Carey
is the coauthor with Philip José Farmer of The Song of Kwasin, and the author of Exiles of Kho and the forthcoming Blood of Ancient Opar, all tales set in the lost civilization of Khokarsa. His short fiction may be found in anthologies such as Tales of the Shadowmen, The Worlds of Philip José Farmer, Tales of the Wold Newton Universe, and The Avenger: The Justice, Inc. Files. He is a Senior Editor at Paizo on the award-winning Pathfinder Roleplaying Game, and has edited numerous collections, anthologies, and novels. He holds a master’s degree in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University. Chris and his wife Laura live in Seattle, Washington. Visit him online at www.cpcarey.com.
PREORDER THE SIGNED LIMITED EDITION HARD COVER OR PAPERBACK FROM METEOR HOUSE
Cover Art by Bob Eggleton
A brand-new tale in Philip José Farmer’s Khokarsa series from Christopher Paul Carey, the coauthor of The Song of Kwasin!In Hadon of Ancient Opar , the hero Hadon entered the Great Games, battling in the arena for the chance to become king. Instead, he found himself at odds with a vengeful tyrant who sent him on a fool’s errand to retrieve a living god’s bounty. In Flight to Opar, civil war has erupted across the queendoms of Khokarsa, and Hadon must take his quest back to his home city of Opar if he is to fulfill a prophecy of the oracle and protect his loved ones and his homeland from utter doom. In The Song of Kwasin, Hadon makes an appearance following the adventures of his giant herculean cousin, surveying a world torn asunder by a continent-wide earthquake. Now, in Hadon, King of Opar, fourteen years have passed since the great calamity threw the mighty queendoms of Khokarsa from their foundations, and Hadon is king of Opar, charged with protecting his far-flung jungle city against the myriad dangers that threaten it.
Christopher Paul Carey, coauthor with Philip José Farmer of The Song of Kwasin and the author of Exiles of Kho, picks up Hadon’s tale of adventure in exhilarating fashion. Using Farmer’s own notes, Carey now continues the epic saga of Khokarsa, filling in the missing history of a civilization lost to the mists of time…
Opar, legendary city of gold and fabulous treasures, once shined as the most precious jewel of Khokarsa, a mighty empire whose magnificent cities stretched across the shores of ancient Africa’s vast inland seas. But a horrific cataclysm has shattered the other great metropolises of the land and the bountiful seas have slowly begun to drain. Now golden Opar stands alone—the last bastion of a dying civilization, battling to survive in a hostile and rapidly changing world.
When a mysterious enemy strikes from out of the wilds, King Hadon must lead his golden city against the most perilous threat it has ever faced. As he embarks on a mission to confront the danger, Hadon runs headlong into a maze of plots and intrigues lurking in the ages-old tunnels deep beneath the city. Soon he discovers the ancient war between the followers of the goddess Kho and the sun god Resu never truly ended. Unless Hadon can rally his most daunting enemies to fight by his side and rescue his daughter La from the clutches of a ruthless pirate lord, the city of gold and jewels will soon lie in ruins, the long-held prophecy of its greatness hurled into oblivion…
Christopher Paul Carey
is the coauthor with Philip José Farmer of The Song of Kwasin, and the author of Exiles of Kho and the forthcoming Blood of Ancient Opar, all tales set in the lost civilization of Khokarsa. His short fiction may be found in anthologies such as Tales of the Shadowmen, The Worlds of Philip José Farmer, Tales of the Wold Newton Universe, and The Avenger: The Justice, Inc. Files. He is a Senior Editor at Paizo on the award-winning Pathfinder Roleplaying Game, and has edited numerous collections, anthologies, and novels. He holds a master’s degree in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University. Chris and his wife Laura live in Seattle, Washington. Visit him online at www.cpcarey.com.
PREORDER THE SIGNED LIMITED EDITION HARD COVER OR PAPERBACK FROM METEOR HOUSE
Cover Art by Bob Eggleton
June 10, 2015
INTERVIEW: Samantha Holloway Interviews Heidi Ruby Miller at Herding the Dragon
INTERVIEWS
Thank you to Seton Hill WPF alum Samantha Holloway for asking me some fun questions at Herding the Dragon for her 5 + 1 series . Find out what made me start writing, which part of the process I hate, and what I wish someone would ask me in an interview.
Thank you to Seton Hill WPF alum Samantha Holloway for asking me some fun questions at Herding the Dragon for her 5 + 1 series . Find out what made me start writing, which part of the process I hate, and what I wish someone would ask me in an interview.
June 9, 2015
BOOK: Tethered by Pippa Jay
BOOKS
TETHERED
She can kill with a kiss. But can assassin Tyree also heal one man’s grief, and bring peace to a galaxy threatened by war?
For Tyree of the Su, being an assassin isn’t simply something she was trained for. It’s the sole reason for her existence. A genetically enhanced clone—one of many in Refuge—she’s about to learn her secluded lifestyle, and that of all her kind, is under threat by a race capable of neutralizing their special talents to leave them defenseless.
For Zander D’joren, being a diplomat has not only cost him his appearance, but also the love of his life. Scarred, grieving, he must nonetheless continue in his role as co-delegate to the fearsome Tier-vane or risk a conflict that could only end one way.
Now both of them need to keep each other alive and maintain a perilous deception long enough to renegotiate the treaty with the Tier-vane, or throw their people into a war that could wipe out Terrans and Inc-Su alike. But there’s more at stake than humanity, whether true or modified. Can the love growing between them save them both? Or merely hasten their destruction?
After spending twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay is now a stay-at-home mum who writes scifi and the supernatural. Somewhere along the way a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moment playing guitar very badly, punishing herself with freestyle street dance, and studying the Dark Side of the Force. Although happily settled in the historical town of Colchester in the UK with her husband of 21 years and three little monsters, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.
Pippa Jay
is a dedicated member of the Science Fiction Romance Brigade, Broad Universe, and EPIC, blogging at Spacefreighters Lounge, Adventures in Scifi, and Romancing the Genres. Her works include YA and adult stories crossing a multitude of subgenres from scifi to the paranormal, often with romance, and she’s one of eight authors included in a science fiction romance anthology—Tales from the SFR Brigade. She’s also a double SFR Galaxy Award winner, been a finalist in the Heart of Denver RWA Aspen Gold Contest (3rd place), the EPIC eBook awards, and the GCC RWA Silken Sands Star Awards (2nd place).
You can stalk her at her website, or at her blog, but without doubt her favorite place to hang around and chat is on Twitter as @pippajaygreen.
~~~
WEBSITE:
http://www.pippajay.co.uk
BLOGS:
Adventures in Scifi - http://www.pippajay.blogspot.co.uk
Spacefreighters Lounge - http://www.spacefreighters.blogspot.com
Romancing the Genres - http://www.romancingthegenres.blogspot.co.uk
SFR Brigade - http://www.sfrcontests.blogspot.co.uk
Twitter - https://twitter.com/pippajaygreen
Goodreads - http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5054558.Pippa_Jay
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Pippa-Jay-Adventures-in-Scifi/114058821953752
Pinterest - http://www.pinterest.com/pippajaygreen
Google+ - https://plus.google.com/u/0/101080630877126516448/posts
Wattpad - http://www.wattpad.com/user/PippaJay
Amazon page - http://author.to/PippaJay
Newsletter - http://blogspot.us4.list-manage2.com/subscribe?u=e5e8a4dfebcfde471a95ed3f8&id=d7764e9767
~~~
EXCERPTS:
1
She shed the copper dress Visaya had persuaded her into, but guilt poked at her as she stepped out of it. With a little more care than she would have shown her clothing back in Refuge, she gathered up the garment and draped it over the back of a plush, plum-colored sofa that curved around one corner of the room. The white silken shift she wore underneath clung around her torso and hips, but left her limbs free. Swaying to the music, she pulled the pins and clasps that bound her hair, releasing it one braid at a time. With each loosened and the soothing rhythms, her tension eased. She could do this. It wouldn't be so hard.
The last braid fell and she massaged her scalp, breathing out a thankful sigh. The music wrapped around her like cammer, a mild tranquilizing drug favored by some rhythmic trancers. She'd taken it a time or three while waiting on a target, though their use was forbidden in Refuge.
Warmth flowed through her body, and all her concerns seemed to wash away. This would be easy. She twirled beneath the bubbles of light, submerging into the pulsing beat of the song. It filled her thoughts, blanked all her worries. The music possessed her, moved her body without her conscious control. Her arms lifted of their own volition. Colored light glided over her vision, and the room seemed to vanish. She giggled as she floated.
But I haven't Misted out, she thought suddenly, with a faint twinge of alarm at the strange euphoria that filled her. She couldn't feel her body, only a heated glow and the racing pulse of her heart in time with the music.
She tried to draw breath, panic coming in a cold sweat and a convulsive jerk of her body. The floor smacked into her side and pain crashed into her skull. She lay on the carpet, her limbs twitching spasmodically and her throat closed tight. The rhythm of the music spiked into her mind, agony piercing her body.
Drugged!
But how? She fought to pull in air but nothing responded. She tried to move her arm and it jerked, not fully under her control. Her vision shifted in a sickening lurch that tossed and turned the features of the room in a miasmic swirl. Light and music continued to play over her skin, hypnotic in their intensity.
No!
The paralysis deepened, and yet her body juddered as she went into a spasm.
The ring.
She needed to squeeze the ring.
Her hand twitched; the circle of silver a gleam of hope. She tried to crush it between her fingers, but they'd gone numb, all sensation a vague and distant thing.
Suffocating, heart pounding, she couldn't even manage a whimper as darkness swamped her mind and blackened her vision.
2
Trepidation strummed along her nerves in a way she hadn't felt since her first assignment. Sweat dampened her palms, and she tried to wipe them on the formal robe without being seen. The material, in folds of copper satin, refused to accept the moisture and she clenched her hands into fists. How much longer? She didn't want to wait in this anteroom, in an ornate, full-length dress, and her hair gathered into braids on her head and drawn so tight she felt as if her face had been pulled back several inches into her scalp. Why did they have to go through with this poxy charade? Why couldn't she and D'joren just go for a capprey together and say hello. It shouldn't take a whole frigging performance for a single greeting.
Stop fidgeting! she told herself.
This was more than nerves. Perhaps it was the shielding the council had provided her to protect her from the influx of auras. In Refuge, the Inc-Su lived in harmony with each other—well, relatively speaking—and shielding wasn't necessary. Out in the field, they could control it for a time, long enough for the job, but it was draining. Having to maintain that shield for the foreseeable future would've seriously impaired her ability to function, but the nanotech device seemed to play on her nerves.
Like a subliminal buzz at the edge of her mental hearing.
Her fingers drifted to her right collarbone and brushed the slight ridge beneath her skin where the control had been grafted into the bone. As a general rule, Inc-Su shunned any kind of cybernetic enhancements, already being genetically specialized. Most traveling outside Refuge wore a shielding device for convenience, but in her role as Mirsee the device needed to be hidden. Submitting to the insertion of such tech into her own body had been like ingesting a disgusting parasite. Raw.
"My lady?" The majordomo called to her from an open door behind her. In her agitation, she hadn't even heard him coming. Damn it, what good would she be as protection if she couldn't keep herself under control? D'joren had her behaving like an untutored newbie.
Her anxiety focused into a fine beam of resentment for her co-delegate. This was all his fault!
She drew herself up, sucked in a long breath, and willed the turmoil in her gut still as she trailed Pevanne into the main room. Calm seeped through her as she let the breath back out in a slow sigh. D'joren was only human, and she was fully-trained Su. She outranked him, and she could kick his co-delegate behind with both hands tied.
A hunched figure, dressed in brown, sat with his broad back toward her, and irritation threatened her newly-reclaimed composure. Damn it, didn't he know any basic personal safety measures at all? If she'd come as his assassin instead of his co-delegate, he'd have been a dead man already. A thought warmed her. She might be here as his protection, but she could damn well beat some sense into him in the guise of training. The prospect forced a small smile onto her face as she imagined him on his back and at her mercy.
She stalked across the floor, but with her stealth shoes on only the rustling of her robes announced her presence. If D'joren heard her, he made no move or acknowledgement.
She swept around the table, barely allowing the majordomo to voice the invitation to sit before she plumped herself into the chair that faced D'joren. He had his head bowed over a data sheet and his face half-hidden by a fringe of fine, brown hair streaked with gold. His right hand rested against his cheek.
"Master D'joren," she said briskly. "I am Tyree of the Su."
His head rose and his eyes met hers. She gasped, and her gaze snatched to the side of his face that he'd kept covered until now. Scars twined across his cheek and threaded into his hair. They had pulled up the corner of his eye—which was clearly cybernetic, judging by the fine silver threads through the white.
~~~Download the first chapter free and add it to your Goodreads TBR here – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22085149-tethered
Amazon - http://mybook.to/Tethered
All Romance eBooks - https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-tetheredanincsustory-1815081-343.html
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Google Play - https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Pippa_Jay_Tethered?id=GuvBCQAAQBAJ&hl=en_GB
TETHERED
She can kill with a kiss. But can assassin Tyree also heal one man’s grief, and bring peace to a galaxy threatened by war?
For Tyree of the Su, being an assassin isn’t simply something she was trained for. It’s the sole reason for her existence. A genetically enhanced clone—one of many in Refuge—she’s about to learn her secluded lifestyle, and that of all her kind, is under threat by a race capable of neutralizing their special talents to leave them defenseless.
For Zander D’joren, being a diplomat has not only cost him his appearance, but also the love of his life. Scarred, grieving, he must nonetheless continue in his role as co-delegate to the fearsome Tier-vane or risk a conflict that could only end one way.
Now both of them need to keep each other alive and maintain a perilous deception long enough to renegotiate the treaty with the Tier-vane, or throw their people into a war that could wipe out Terrans and Inc-Su alike. But there’s more at stake than humanity, whether true or modified. Can the love growing between them save them both? Or merely hasten their destruction?
After spending twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay is now a stay-at-home mum who writes scifi and the supernatural. Somewhere along the way a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moment playing guitar very badly, punishing herself with freestyle street dance, and studying the Dark Side of the Force. Although happily settled in the historical town of Colchester in the UK with her husband of 21 years and three little monsters, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.
Pippa Jay
is a dedicated member of the Science Fiction Romance Brigade, Broad Universe, and EPIC, blogging at Spacefreighters Lounge, Adventures in Scifi, and Romancing the Genres. Her works include YA and adult stories crossing a multitude of subgenres from scifi to the paranormal, often with romance, and she’s one of eight authors included in a science fiction romance anthology—Tales from the SFR Brigade. She’s also a double SFR Galaxy Award winner, been a finalist in the Heart of Denver RWA Aspen Gold Contest (3rd place), the EPIC eBook awards, and the GCC RWA Silken Sands Star Awards (2nd place). You can stalk her at her website, or at her blog, but without doubt her favorite place to hang around and chat is on Twitter as @pippajaygreen.
~~~
WEBSITE:
http://www.pippajay.co.uk
BLOGS:
Adventures in Scifi - http://www.pippajay.blogspot.co.uk
Spacefreighters Lounge - http://www.spacefreighters.blogspot.com
Romancing the Genres - http://www.romancingthegenres.blogspot.co.uk
SFR Brigade - http://www.sfrcontests.blogspot.co.uk
Twitter - https://twitter.com/pippajaygreen
Goodreads - http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5054558.Pippa_Jay
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Pippa-Jay-Adventures-in-Scifi/114058821953752
Pinterest - http://www.pinterest.com/pippajaygreen
Google+ - https://plus.google.com/u/0/101080630877126516448/posts
Wattpad - http://www.wattpad.com/user/PippaJay
Amazon page - http://author.to/PippaJay
Newsletter - http://blogspot.us4.list-manage2.com/subscribe?u=e5e8a4dfebcfde471a95ed3f8&id=d7764e9767
~~~
EXCERPTS:
1
She shed the copper dress Visaya had persuaded her into, but guilt poked at her as she stepped out of it. With a little more care than she would have shown her clothing back in Refuge, she gathered up the garment and draped it over the back of a plush, plum-colored sofa that curved around one corner of the room. The white silken shift she wore underneath clung around her torso and hips, but left her limbs free. Swaying to the music, she pulled the pins and clasps that bound her hair, releasing it one braid at a time. With each loosened and the soothing rhythms, her tension eased. She could do this. It wouldn't be so hard.
The last braid fell and she massaged her scalp, breathing out a thankful sigh. The music wrapped around her like cammer, a mild tranquilizing drug favored by some rhythmic trancers. She'd taken it a time or three while waiting on a target, though their use was forbidden in Refuge.
Warmth flowed through her body, and all her concerns seemed to wash away. This would be easy. She twirled beneath the bubbles of light, submerging into the pulsing beat of the song. It filled her thoughts, blanked all her worries. The music possessed her, moved her body without her conscious control. Her arms lifted of their own volition. Colored light glided over her vision, and the room seemed to vanish. She giggled as she floated.
But I haven't Misted out, she thought suddenly, with a faint twinge of alarm at the strange euphoria that filled her. She couldn't feel her body, only a heated glow and the racing pulse of her heart in time with the music.
She tried to draw breath, panic coming in a cold sweat and a convulsive jerk of her body. The floor smacked into her side and pain crashed into her skull. She lay on the carpet, her limbs twitching spasmodically and her throat closed tight. The rhythm of the music spiked into her mind, agony piercing her body.
Drugged!
But how? She fought to pull in air but nothing responded. She tried to move her arm and it jerked, not fully under her control. Her vision shifted in a sickening lurch that tossed and turned the features of the room in a miasmic swirl. Light and music continued to play over her skin, hypnotic in their intensity.
No!
The paralysis deepened, and yet her body juddered as she went into a spasm.
The ring.
She needed to squeeze the ring.
Her hand twitched; the circle of silver a gleam of hope. She tried to crush it between her fingers, but they'd gone numb, all sensation a vague and distant thing.
Suffocating, heart pounding, she couldn't even manage a whimper as darkness swamped her mind and blackened her vision.
2
Trepidation strummed along her nerves in a way she hadn't felt since her first assignment. Sweat dampened her palms, and she tried to wipe them on the formal robe without being seen. The material, in folds of copper satin, refused to accept the moisture and she clenched her hands into fists. How much longer? She didn't want to wait in this anteroom, in an ornate, full-length dress, and her hair gathered into braids on her head and drawn so tight she felt as if her face had been pulled back several inches into her scalp. Why did they have to go through with this poxy charade? Why couldn't she and D'joren just go for a capprey together and say hello. It shouldn't take a whole frigging performance for a single greeting.
Stop fidgeting! she told herself.
This was more than nerves. Perhaps it was the shielding the council had provided her to protect her from the influx of auras. In Refuge, the Inc-Su lived in harmony with each other—well, relatively speaking—and shielding wasn't necessary. Out in the field, they could control it for a time, long enough for the job, but it was draining. Having to maintain that shield for the foreseeable future would've seriously impaired her ability to function, but the nanotech device seemed to play on her nerves.
Like a subliminal buzz at the edge of her mental hearing.
Her fingers drifted to her right collarbone and brushed the slight ridge beneath her skin where the control had been grafted into the bone. As a general rule, Inc-Su shunned any kind of cybernetic enhancements, already being genetically specialized. Most traveling outside Refuge wore a shielding device for convenience, but in her role as Mirsee the device needed to be hidden. Submitting to the insertion of such tech into her own body had been like ingesting a disgusting parasite. Raw.
"My lady?" The majordomo called to her from an open door behind her. In her agitation, she hadn't even heard him coming. Damn it, what good would she be as protection if she couldn't keep herself under control? D'joren had her behaving like an untutored newbie.
Her anxiety focused into a fine beam of resentment for her co-delegate. This was all his fault!
She drew herself up, sucked in a long breath, and willed the turmoil in her gut still as she trailed Pevanne into the main room. Calm seeped through her as she let the breath back out in a slow sigh. D'joren was only human, and she was fully-trained Su. She outranked him, and she could kick his co-delegate behind with both hands tied.
A hunched figure, dressed in brown, sat with his broad back toward her, and irritation threatened her newly-reclaimed composure. Damn it, didn't he know any basic personal safety measures at all? If she'd come as his assassin instead of his co-delegate, he'd have been a dead man already. A thought warmed her. She might be here as his protection, but she could damn well beat some sense into him in the guise of training. The prospect forced a small smile onto her face as she imagined him on his back and at her mercy.
She stalked across the floor, but with her stealth shoes on only the rustling of her robes announced her presence. If D'joren heard her, he made no move or acknowledgement.
She swept around the table, barely allowing the majordomo to voice the invitation to sit before she plumped herself into the chair that faced D'joren. He had his head bowed over a data sheet and his face half-hidden by a fringe of fine, brown hair streaked with gold. His right hand rested against his cheek.
"Master D'joren," she said briskly. "I am Tyree of the Su."
His head rose and his eyes met hers. She gasped, and her gaze snatched to the side of his face that he'd kept covered until now. Scars twined across his cheek and threaded into his hair. They had pulled up the corner of his eye—which was clearly cybernetic, judging by the fine silver threads through the white.
~~~Download the first chapter free and add it to your Goodreads TBR here – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22085149-tethered
Amazon - http://mybook.to/Tethered
All Romance eBooks - https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-tetheredanincsustory-1815081-343.html
B&N - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/2940151676922
Kobo - https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/tethered-12
iTunes - https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id998679445
Scribd - http://www.scribd.com/book/266685271
Smashwords - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/547603
Google Play - https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Pippa_Jay_Tethered?id=GuvBCQAAQBAJ&hl=en_GB
BOOK: Tehtered by Pippa Jay
BOOKS
TETHERED
She can kill with a kiss. But can assassin Tyree also heal one man’s grief, and bring peace to a galaxy threatened by war?
For Tyree of the Su, being an assassin isn’t simply something she was trained for. It’s the sole reason for her existence. A genetically enhanced clone—one of many in Refuge—she’s about to learn her secluded lifestyle, and that of all her kind, is under threat by a race capable of neutralizing their special talents to leave them defenseless.
For Zander D’joren, being a diplomat has not only cost him his appearance, but also the love of his life. Scarred, grieving, he must nonetheless continue in his role as co-delegate to the fearsome Tier-vane or risk a conflict that could only end one way.
Now both of them need to keep each other alive and maintain a perilous deception long enough to renegotiate the treaty with the Tier-vane, or throw their people into a war that could wipe out Terrans and Inc-Su alike. But there’s more at stake than humanity, whether true or modified. Can the love growing between them save them both? Or merely hasten their destruction?
After spending twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay is now a stay-at-home mum who writes scifi and the supernatural. Somewhere along the way a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moment playing guitar very badly, punishing herself with freestyle street dance, and studying the Dark Side of the Force. Although happily settled in the historical town of Colchester in the UK with her husband of 21 years and three little monsters, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.
Pippa Jay
is a dedicated member of the Science Fiction Romance Brigade, Broad Universe, and EPIC, blogging at Spacefreighters Lounge, Adventures in Scifi, and Romancing the Genres. Her works include YA and adult stories crossing a multitude of subgenres from scifi to the paranormal, often with romance, and she’s one of eight authors included in a science fiction romance anthology—Tales from the SFR Brigade. She’s also a double SFR Galaxy Award winner, been a finalist in the Heart of Denver RWA Aspen Gold Contest (3rd place), the EPIC eBook awards, and the GCC RWA Silken Sands Star Awards (2nd place).
You can stalk her at her website, or at her blog, but without doubt her favorite place to hang around and chat is on Twitter as @pippajaygreen.
~~~
WEBSITE:
http://www.pippajay.co.uk
BLOGS:
Adventures in Scifi - http://www.pippajay.blogspot.co.uk
Spacefreighters Lounge - http://www.spacefreighters.blogspot.com
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EXCERPTS:
1
She shed the copper dress Visaya had persuaded her into, but guilt poked at her as she stepped out of it. With a little more care than she would have shown her clothing back in Refuge, she gathered up the garment and draped it over the back of a plush, plum-colored sofa that curved around one corner of the room. The white silken shift she wore underneath clung around her torso and hips, but left her limbs free. Swaying to the music, she pulled the pins and clasps that bound her hair, releasing it one braid at a time. With each loosened and the soothing rhythms, her tension eased. She could do this. It wouldn't be so hard.
The last braid fell and she massaged her scalp, breathing out a thankful sigh. The music wrapped around her like cammer, a mild tranquilizing drug favored by some rhythmic trancers. She'd taken it a time or three while waiting on a target, though their use was forbidden in Refuge.
Warmth flowed through her body, and all her concerns seemed to wash away. This would be easy. She twirled beneath the bubbles of light, submerging into the pulsing beat of the song. It filled her thoughts, blanked all her worries. The music possessed her, moved her body without her conscious control. Her arms lifted of their own volition. Colored light glided over her vision, and the room seemed to vanish. She giggled as she floated.
But I haven't Misted out, she thought suddenly, with a faint twinge of alarm at the strange euphoria that filled her. She couldn't feel her body, only a heated glow and the racing pulse of her heart in time with the music.
She tried to draw breath, panic coming in a cold sweat and a convulsive jerk of her body. The floor smacked into her side and pain crashed into her skull. She lay on the carpet, her limbs twitching spasmodically and her throat closed tight. The rhythm of the music spiked into her mind, agony piercing her body.
Drugged!
But how? She fought to pull in air but nothing responded. She tried to move her arm and it jerked, not fully under her control. Her vision shifted in a sickening lurch that tossed and turned the features of the room in a miasmic swirl. Light and music continued to play over her skin, hypnotic in their intensity.
No!
The paralysis deepened, and yet her body juddered as she went into a spasm.
The ring.
She needed to squeeze the ring.
Her hand twitched; the circle of silver a gleam of hope. She tried to crush it between her fingers, but they'd gone numb, all sensation a vague and distant thing.
Suffocating, heart pounding, she couldn't even manage a whimper as darkness swamped her mind and blackened her vision.
2
Trepidation strummed along her nerves in a way she hadn't felt since her first assignment. Sweat dampened her palms, and she tried to wipe them on the formal robe without being seen. The material, in folds of copper satin, refused to accept the moisture and she clenched her hands into fists. How much longer? She didn't want to wait in this anteroom, in an ornate, full-length dress, and her hair gathered into braids on her head and drawn so tight she felt as if her face had been pulled back several inches into her scalp. Why did they have to go through with this poxy charade? Why couldn't she and D'joren just go for a capprey together and say hello. It shouldn't take a whole frigging performance for a single greeting.
Stop fidgeting! she told herself.
This was more than nerves. Perhaps it was the shielding the council had provided her to protect her from the influx of auras. In Refuge, the Inc-Su lived in harmony with each other—well, relatively speaking—and shielding wasn't necessary. Out in the field, they could control it for a time, long enough for the job, but it was draining. Having to maintain that shield for the foreseeable future would've seriously impaired her ability to function, but the nanotech device seemed to play on her nerves.
Like a subliminal buzz at the edge of her mental hearing.
Her fingers drifted to her right collarbone and brushed the slight ridge beneath her skin where the control had been grafted into the bone. As a general rule, Inc-Su shunned any kind of cybernetic enhancements, already being genetically specialized. Most traveling outside Refuge wore a shielding device for convenience, but in her role as Mirsee the device needed to be hidden. Submitting to the insertion of such tech into her own body had been like ingesting a disgusting parasite. Raw.
"My lady?" The majordomo called to her from an open door behind her. In her agitation, she hadn't even heard him coming. Damn it, what good would she be as protection if she couldn't keep herself under control? D'joren had her behaving like an untutored newbie.
Her anxiety focused into a fine beam of resentment for her co-delegate. This was all his fault!
She drew herself up, sucked in a long breath, and willed the turmoil in her gut still as she trailed Pevanne into the main room. Calm seeped through her as she let the breath back out in a slow sigh. D'joren was only human, and she was fully-trained Su. She outranked him, and she could kick his co-delegate behind with both hands tied.
A hunched figure, dressed in brown, sat with his broad back toward her, and irritation threatened her newly-reclaimed composure. Damn it, didn't he know any basic personal safety measures at all? If she'd come as his assassin instead of his co-delegate, he'd have been a dead man already. A thought warmed her. She might be here as his protection, but she could damn well beat some sense into him in the guise of training. The prospect forced a small smile onto her face as she imagined him on his back and at her mercy.
She stalked across the floor, but with her stealth shoes on only the rustling of her robes announced her presence. If D'joren heard her, he made no move or acknowledgement.
She swept around the table, barely allowing the majordomo to voice the invitation to sit before she plumped herself into the chair that faced D'joren. He had his head bowed over a data sheet and his face half-hidden by a fringe of fine, brown hair streaked with gold. His right hand rested against his cheek.
"Master D'joren," she said briskly. "I am Tyree of the Su."
His head rose and his eyes met hers. She gasped, and her gaze snatched to the side of his face that he'd kept covered until now. Scars twined across his cheek and threaded into his hair. They had pulled up the corner of his eye—which was clearly cybernetic, judging by the fine silver threads through the white.
~~~Download the first chapter free and add it to your Goodreads TBR here – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22085149-tethered
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TETHERED
She can kill with a kiss. But can assassin Tyree also heal one man’s grief, and bring peace to a galaxy threatened by war?
For Tyree of the Su, being an assassin isn’t simply something she was trained for. It’s the sole reason for her existence. A genetically enhanced clone—one of many in Refuge—she’s about to learn her secluded lifestyle, and that of all her kind, is under threat by a race capable of neutralizing their special talents to leave them defenseless.
For Zander D’joren, being a diplomat has not only cost him his appearance, but also the love of his life. Scarred, grieving, he must nonetheless continue in his role as co-delegate to the fearsome Tier-vane or risk a conflict that could only end one way.
Now both of them need to keep each other alive and maintain a perilous deception long enough to renegotiate the treaty with the Tier-vane, or throw their people into a war that could wipe out Terrans and Inc-Su alike. But there’s more at stake than humanity, whether true or modified. Can the love growing between them save them both? Or merely hasten their destruction?
After spending twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay is now a stay-at-home mum who writes scifi and the supernatural. Somewhere along the way a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moment playing guitar very badly, punishing herself with freestyle street dance, and studying the Dark Side of the Force. Although happily settled in the historical town of Colchester in the UK with her husband of 21 years and three little monsters, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.
Pippa Jay
is a dedicated member of the Science Fiction Romance Brigade, Broad Universe, and EPIC, blogging at Spacefreighters Lounge, Adventures in Scifi, and Romancing the Genres. Her works include YA and adult stories crossing a multitude of subgenres from scifi to the paranormal, often with romance, and she’s one of eight authors included in a science fiction romance anthology—Tales from the SFR Brigade. She’s also a double SFR Galaxy Award winner, been a finalist in the Heart of Denver RWA Aspen Gold Contest (3rd place), the EPIC eBook awards, and the GCC RWA Silken Sands Star Awards (2nd place). You can stalk her at her website, or at her blog, but without doubt her favorite place to hang around and chat is on Twitter as @pippajaygreen.
~~~
WEBSITE:
http://www.pippajay.co.uk
BLOGS:
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~~~
EXCERPTS:
1
She shed the copper dress Visaya had persuaded her into, but guilt poked at her as she stepped out of it. With a little more care than she would have shown her clothing back in Refuge, she gathered up the garment and draped it over the back of a plush, plum-colored sofa that curved around one corner of the room. The white silken shift she wore underneath clung around her torso and hips, but left her limbs free. Swaying to the music, she pulled the pins and clasps that bound her hair, releasing it one braid at a time. With each loosened and the soothing rhythms, her tension eased. She could do this. It wouldn't be so hard.
The last braid fell and she massaged her scalp, breathing out a thankful sigh. The music wrapped around her like cammer, a mild tranquilizing drug favored by some rhythmic trancers. She'd taken it a time or three while waiting on a target, though their use was forbidden in Refuge.
Warmth flowed through her body, and all her concerns seemed to wash away. This would be easy. She twirled beneath the bubbles of light, submerging into the pulsing beat of the song. It filled her thoughts, blanked all her worries. The music possessed her, moved her body without her conscious control. Her arms lifted of their own volition. Colored light glided over her vision, and the room seemed to vanish. She giggled as she floated.
But I haven't Misted out, she thought suddenly, with a faint twinge of alarm at the strange euphoria that filled her. She couldn't feel her body, only a heated glow and the racing pulse of her heart in time with the music.
She tried to draw breath, panic coming in a cold sweat and a convulsive jerk of her body. The floor smacked into her side and pain crashed into her skull. She lay on the carpet, her limbs twitching spasmodically and her throat closed tight. The rhythm of the music spiked into her mind, agony piercing her body.
Drugged!
But how? She fought to pull in air but nothing responded. She tried to move her arm and it jerked, not fully under her control. Her vision shifted in a sickening lurch that tossed and turned the features of the room in a miasmic swirl. Light and music continued to play over her skin, hypnotic in their intensity.
No!
The paralysis deepened, and yet her body juddered as she went into a spasm.
The ring.
She needed to squeeze the ring.
Her hand twitched; the circle of silver a gleam of hope. She tried to crush it between her fingers, but they'd gone numb, all sensation a vague and distant thing.
Suffocating, heart pounding, she couldn't even manage a whimper as darkness swamped her mind and blackened her vision.
2
Trepidation strummed along her nerves in a way she hadn't felt since her first assignment. Sweat dampened her palms, and she tried to wipe them on the formal robe without being seen. The material, in folds of copper satin, refused to accept the moisture and she clenched her hands into fists. How much longer? She didn't want to wait in this anteroom, in an ornate, full-length dress, and her hair gathered into braids on her head and drawn so tight she felt as if her face had been pulled back several inches into her scalp. Why did they have to go through with this poxy charade? Why couldn't she and D'joren just go for a capprey together and say hello. It shouldn't take a whole frigging performance for a single greeting.
Stop fidgeting! she told herself.
This was more than nerves. Perhaps it was the shielding the council had provided her to protect her from the influx of auras. In Refuge, the Inc-Su lived in harmony with each other—well, relatively speaking—and shielding wasn't necessary. Out in the field, they could control it for a time, long enough for the job, but it was draining. Having to maintain that shield for the foreseeable future would've seriously impaired her ability to function, but the nanotech device seemed to play on her nerves.
Like a subliminal buzz at the edge of her mental hearing.
Her fingers drifted to her right collarbone and brushed the slight ridge beneath her skin where the control had been grafted into the bone. As a general rule, Inc-Su shunned any kind of cybernetic enhancements, already being genetically specialized. Most traveling outside Refuge wore a shielding device for convenience, but in her role as Mirsee the device needed to be hidden. Submitting to the insertion of such tech into her own body had been like ingesting a disgusting parasite. Raw.
"My lady?" The majordomo called to her from an open door behind her. In her agitation, she hadn't even heard him coming. Damn it, what good would she be as protection if she couldn't keep herself under control? D'joren had her behaving like an untutored newbie.
Her anxiety focused into a fine beam of resentment for her co-delegate. This was all his fault!
She drew herself up, sucked in a long breath, and willed the turmoil in her gut still as she trailed Pevanne into the main room. Calm seeped through her as she let the breath back out in a slow sigh. D'joren was only human, and she was fully-trained Su. She outranked him, and she could kick his co-delegate behind with both hands tied.
A hunched figure, dressed in brown, sat with his broad back toward her, and irritation threatened her newly-reclaimed composure. Damn it, didn't he know any basic personal safety measures at all? If she'd come as his assassin instead of his co-delegate, he'd have been a dead man already. A thought warmed her. She might be here as his protection, but she could damn well beat some sense into him in the guise of training. The prospect forced a small smile onto her face as she imagined him on his back and at her mercy.
She stalked across the floor, but with her stealth shoes on only the rustling of her robes announced her presence. If D'joren heard her, he made no move or acknowledgement.
She swept around the table, barely allowing the majordomo to voice the invitation to sit before she plumped herself into the chair that faced D'joren. He had his head bowed over a data sheet and his face half-hidden by a fringe of fine, brown hair streaked with gold. His right hand rested against his cheek.
"Master D'joren," she said briskly. "I am Tyree of the Su."
His head rose and his eyes met hers. She gasped, and her gaze snatched to the side of his face that he'd kept covered until now. Scars twined across his cheek and threaded into his hair. They had pulled up the corner of his eye—which was clearly cybernetic, judging by the fine silver threads through the white.
~~~Download the first chapter free and add it to your Goodreads TBR here – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22085149-tethered
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June 4, 2015
BOOK: Steel Victory by J.L. Gribble
BOOKS
STEEL VICTORY
One hundred years ago, the vampire Victory retired from a centuries-long mercenary career. She settled in Limani, the independent city-state acting as a neutral zone between the British and Roman colonies on the New Continent.
Twenty years ago, Victory adopted a human baby girl, who soon showed signs of magical ability.
Today, Victory is a city councilwoman, balancing the human and supernatural populations within Limani. Her daughter Toria is a warrior-mage, balancing life as an apprentice mercenary with college chemistry courses.
Tomorrow, the Roman Empire invades.
By day,
J. L. Gribble
is a professional medical editor. By night, she does freelance fiction editing in all genres, along with reading, playing video games, and occasionally even writing.
Previously, Gribble studied English at St. Mary’s College of Maryland. She received her Master’s degree in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University in Greensburg, Pennsylvania, and Steel Victory was her thesis novel for the program. This is her debut novel.
She lives in Ellicott City, Maryland, with her husband and three vocal Siamese cats. Find her online ( www.jlgribble.com ), on Facebook (www.facebook.com/jlgribblewriter), and on Twitter and Instagram (@hannaedits). She is currently working on more tales set in the world of Limani.
Cover Art by Bradley Sharp
Fantasy Paperback coming from Dog Star Books in June 2015
PREORDER NOW!
STEEL VICTORY
One hundred years ago, the vampire Victory retired from a centuries-long mercenary career. She settled in Limani, the independent city-state acting as a neutral zone between the British and Roman colonies on the New Continent.
Twenty years ago, Victory adopted a human baby girl, who soon showed signs of magical ability.
Today, Victory is a city councilwoman, balancing the human and supernatural populations within Limani. Her daughter Toria is a warrior-mage, balancing life as an apprentice mercenary with college chemistry courses.
Tomorrow, the Roman Empire invades.
By day,
J. L. Gribble
is a professional medical editor. By night, she does freelance fiction editing in all genres, along with reading, playing video games, and occasionally even writing.Previously, Gribble studied English at St. Mary’s College of Maryland. She received her Master’s degree in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University in Greensburg, Pennsylvania, and Steel Victory was her thesis novel for the program. This is her debut novel.
She lives in Ellicott City, Maryland, with her husband and three vocal Siamese cats. Find her online ( www.jlgribble.com ), on Facebook (www.facebook.com/jlgribblewriter), and on Twitter and Instagram (@hannaedits). She is currently working on more tales set in the world of Limani.
Cover Art by Bradley Sharp
Fantasy Paperback coming from Dog Star Books in June 2015
PREORDER NOW!
June 2, 2015
COVER REVEAL: Tor Maddox 3: Mistaken by Liz Coley
COVER REVEALS
INTRODUCING
Tor Maddox, a heroine for our times
“I know that one day, I’m going to have to live in the real world. I’d like it to be a decent one.” - Tor
Book 3 Tor Maddox: Mistaken
Eight leotards and a ball gown—that’s what Tor Maddox packed for her summer ballet intensive in New York. Pity she never arrived. Kidnapped once by the good guys and once by the bad ones, Tor finds herself involved in a high seas adventure featuring princesses and pirates, a wedding ring, and the guy she thought she’d never be allowed to see again, junior man-in-black Rick Turner.
Liz Coley
has been writing long and short fiction for teens and adults for more than ten years. Her short fiction has appeared in Cosmos Magazine and several speculative fiction anthologies: The Last Man, More Scary Kisses, Strange Worlds, Flights of Fiction and Winter's Regret.
In 2013, psychological thriller Pretty Girl-13 was released by HarperCollins in the US and UK. Foreign translations have been published in French, Spanish, German, Portuguese, Swedish, Norwegian, Russian, Czech, Slovakian, and Chinese (simplified and traditional).
Her independent publications include alternate history/time travel/romance Out of Xibalba and teen thrillers in the new Tor Maddox series.
Liz lives in Ohio, where she is surrounded by a fantastic community of writers, beaten regularly by better tennis players, uplifted by her choir, supported by her husband, teased by her teenaged daughter, cheered from afar by her two older sons, and adorned with hair by her cats Tiger, Pippin, and Merry.
Liz invites you to follow her as LizColeyBooks on Twitter , Instagram , and Facebook , and visit her website at LizColeyBooks.blogspot.com .
INTRODUCING
Tor Maddox, a heroine for our times
“I know that one day, I’m going to have to live in the real world. I’d like it to be a decent one.” - Tor
Book 3 Tor Maddox: Mistaken
Eight leotards and a ball gown—that’s what Tor Maddox packed for her summer ballet intensive in New York. Pity she never arrived. Kidnapped once by the good guys and once by the bad ones, Tor finds herself involved in a high seas adventure featuring princesses and pirates, a wedding ring, and the guy she thought she’d never be allowed to see again, junior man-in-black Rick Turner.
Liz Coley
has been writing long and short fiction for teens and adults for more than ten years. Her short fiction has appeared in Cosmos Magazine and several speculative fiction anthologies: The Last Man, More Scary Kisses, Strange Worlds, Flights of Fiction and Winter's Regret.In 2013, psychological thriller Pretty Girl-13 was released by HarperCollins in the US and UK. Foreign translations have been published in French, Spanish, German, Portuguese, Swedish, Norwegian, Russian, Czech, Slovakian, and Chinese (simplified and traditional).
Her independent publications include alternate history/time travel/romance Out of Xibalba and teen thrillers in the new Tor Maddox series.
Liz lives in Ohio, where she is surrounded by a fantastic community of writers, beaten regularly by better tennis players, uplifted by her choir, supported by her husband, teased by her teenaged daughter, cheered from afar by her two older sons, and adorned with hair by her cats Tiger, Pippin, and Merry.
Liz invites you to follow her as LizColeyBooks on Twitter , Instagram , and Facebook , and visit her website at LizColeyBooks.blogspot.com .
May 28, 2015
MEME: The 777 Meme for Red Plague
MEMES
I was tagged in a variation of The Lucky7 and 777 Memes. Thank you to Sherry Knowlton for the tag. You can check out her latest book DEAD OF AUTUMN .
THE RULES:
1. Go to the 7th line of the 7th page of your work in progress.
2. Post the next full 7 lines.
3. Then tag 7 friends.
From RED PLAGUE
(The Fourth Department)
by Heidi Ruby Miller and Jason Jack Miller
The officer in command motioned from the landing below for Dimitri to open the connecting door. He did...and immediately closed and locked it again once the last of the omonovsky were through.
The men crept past cabinets and equipment. The flickering sodium lights reflected from the muzzles of automatic rifles. One soldier stopped and stared at the ground in front of him, then motioned to a nearby comrade. With the next flicker, Dimitri caught a glimpse of a white lab coat sleeve and the top of a hand. Mecklin?
~~~
Here are my memes from years past:
2012 - ATOMIC ZION
2013 - ATOMIC ZION
2014 - ATLATL
I tag:
Matt Betts
Cary Caffrey
Liz Coley
John Edward Lawson
Mike Mehalek
Jason Jack Miller
K. Ceres Wright
I was tagged in a variation of The Lucky7 and 777 Memes. Thank you to Sherry Knowlton for the tag. You can check out her latest book DEAD OF AUTUMN .
THE RULES:
1. Go to the 7th line of the 7th page of your work in progress.
2. Post the next full 7 lines.
3. Then tag 7 friends.
From RED PLAGUE (The Fourth Department)
by Heidi Ruby Miller and Jason Jack Miller
The officer in command motioned from the landing below for Dimitri to open the connecting door. He did...and immediately closed and locked it again once the last of the omonovsky were through.
The men crept past cabinets and equipment. The flickering sodium lights reflected from the muzzles of automatic rifles. One soldier stopped and stared at the ground in front of him, then motioned to a nearby comrade. With the next flicker, Dimitri caught a glimpse of a white lab coat sleeve and the top of a hand. Mecklin?
~~~
Here are my memes from years past:
2012 - ATOMIC ZION
2013 - ATOMIC ZION
2014 - ATLATL
I tag:
Matt Betts
Cary Caffrey
Liz Coley
John Edward Lawson
Mike Mehalek
Jason Jack Miller
K. Ceres Wright
BOOK: Lionel's Grand Adventure Book 3: Lionel Goes to Camp by Paul R. Hewlett
BOOKS
Lionel Goes to Camp
Lionel is dying to go to summer camp to try to learn more about his dad. But did his mom even sign him up, or is the joke on him waiting for a letter that will never come? Lionel has never met his dad, and his mom never talks about him, but Lionel’s magical Three-Toed-Potbellied Walbaun foot has him convinced the answers are at Camp Bonine.
Lionel does get his letter during a disastrous trip to the Post Office; he’s going to camp! His excitement for camp is quickly doused when he learns he’s rooming with the biggest bully in school—Tad Winters. After being tripped, pranked, and set up by Tad, Lionel finds himself stuck doing dishes with Martha the kitchen lady. Lionel finally gets his chance to get even when the day of the big scavenger hunt arrives. The boy and girl winners get to spend the day at Lake Yellowhorn .
Will Carrie win for the girls? Will Lionel beat Tad and get to go with her? Lionel will have to endure Martha, wander through the desert in the old west, find his way through the woods, escape bad guys, and collect all the items before everyone else if he wants a chance to spend the day with Carrie at Lake Yellowhorn, survive summer camp, and find out the mystery of his dad. Luckily, Lionel has his magical charm to help him out, or will it land Lionel in a mess-and-a-half he can’t get out of?
Paul R. Hewlett writes books for children. His first book is Lionel's Grand Adventure: Lionel and the Golden Rule. It is an early chapter book for ages 7-10. It is the first book in the Lionel's Grand Adventure series. Paul is a US Air Force vet who is married and has a "senior" dog named Joe that he and his wife adopted from the local rescue facility. His aim is to increase and foster children's interest in reading by combining entertainment and values.
Lionel Goes to Camp
Lionel is dying to go to summer camp to try to learn more about his dad. But did his mom even sign him up, or is the joke on him waiting for a letter that will never come? Lionel has never met his dad, and his mom never talks about him, but Lionel’s magical Three-Toed-Potbellied Walbaun foot has him convinced the answers are at Camp Bonine.
Lionel does get his letter during a disastrous trip to the Post Office; he’s going to camp! His excitement for camp is quickly doused when he learns he’s rooming with the biggest bully in school—Tad Winters. After being tripped, pranked, and set up by Tad, Lionel finds himself stuck doing dishes with Martha the kitchen lady. Lionel finally gets his chance to get even when the day of the big scavenger hunt arrives. The boy and girl winners get to spend the day at Lake Yellowhorn .
Will Carrie win for the girls? Will Lionel beat Tad and get to go with her? Lionel will have to endure Martha, wander through the desert in the old west, find his way through the woods, escape bad guys, and collect all the items before everyone else if he wants a chance to spend the day with Carrie at Lake Yellowhorn, survive summer camp, and find out the mystery of his dad. Luckily, Lionel has his magical charm to help him out, or will it land Lionel in a mess-and-a-half he can’t get out of?
Paul R. Hewlett writes books for children. His first book is Lionel's Grand Adventure: Lionel and the Golden Rule. It is an early chapter book for ages 7-10. It is the first book in the Lionel's Grand Adventure series. Paul is a US Air Force vet who is married and has a "senior" dog named Joe that he and his wife adopted from the local rescue facility. His aim is to increase and foster children's interest in reading by combining entertainment and values.
May 24, 2015
BOOK: Airship Hunters by Jim Beard and Duane Spurlock
BOOKS
AIRSHIP HUNTERS
Limited Edition
A thrilling novel of turn-of-the-century intrigue and mystery!
It is 1897 and the skies are haunted by mysterious airships and unfathomable secrets.
Tasked with hunting down these strange vehicles of the air and determining their origin and intent, two U.S. government agents toil under unusual conditions to supply their shadowy superiors with information. But that information proves to be as elusive as the airships themselves.
Ride with Agents Valiantine and Cabot across the Midwest as they encounter reports of strange lights, phantom soldiers, unreliable witnesses, and the ultimate source of their airborne prey.
They are the Airship Hunters, and they cannot be waylaid from their path to uncover the greatest mystery of them all.
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Cover art by M. S. Corley
Jim Beard hunts the biggest of all game: good storytelling. With years of comic book collecting and obsessive amounts of science fiction, fantasy, and pulp reading under his belt, he frequently startles his Northwest Ohio neighbors with his constant muttering and note-making. Beyond that, Jim’s works include Sgt. Janus Spirit-Breaker, Monster Earth, Monster Aces, the Captain Action pulp novels, and Gotham City 14 Miles, a comprehensive look at the 1966 Batman TV series.
Duane Spurlock comes from a long line of long-winded storytellers and near-sighted doodlers. He writes in a number of genres and occasionally illustrates books, including Brian J. Showers’ The Bleeding Horse and Other Ghost Stories, which won the 2008 Children of the Night Award from The Dracula Society. He lives with his family in Kentucky, where they garden, whistle, read folktales, and tell one another stories when not climbing bean stalks and hunting trolls.
AIRSHIP HUNTERSLimited Edition
A thrilling novel of turn-of-the-century intrigue and mystery!
It is 1897 and the skies are haunted by mysterious airships and unfathomable secrets.
Tasked with hunting down these strange vehicles of the air and determining their origin and intent, two U.S. government agents toil under unusual conditions to supply their shadowy superiors with information. But that information proves to be as elusive as the airships themselves.
Ride with Agents Valiantine and Cabot across the Midwest as they encounter reports of strange lights, phantom soldiers, unreliable witnesses, and the ultimate source of their airborne prey.
They are the Airship Hunters, and they cannot be waylaid from their path to uncover the greatest mystery of them all.
PREORDER THE SIGNED LIMITED EDITION NOW FROM METEOR HOUSE
Cover art by M. S. Corley
Jim Beard hunts the biggest of all game: good storytelling. With years of comic book collecting and obsessive amounts of science fiction, fantasy, and pulp reading under his belt, he frequently startles his Northwest Ohio neighbors with his constant muttering and note-making. Beyond that, Jim’s works include Sgt. Janus Spirit-Breaker, Monster Earth, Monster Aces, the Captain Action pulp novels, and Gotham City 14 Miles, a comprehensive look at the 1966 Batman TV series.
Duane Spurlock comes from a long line of long-winded storytellers and near-sighted doodlers. He writes in a number of genres and occasionally illustrates books, including Brian J. Showers’ The Bleeding Horse and Other Ghost Stories, which won the 2008 Children of the Night Award from The Dracula Society. He lives with his family in Kentucky, where they garden, whistle, read folktales, and tell one another stories when not climbing bean stalks and hunting trolls.
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