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Friday, June 8, 2018

"Where the Sea Takes Me" by Heidi R. Kling

EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY
Where the Sea Takes Me
(Sea Book 2)
by Heidi R. Kling

Where the Sea Takes Me (Sea Book 2) by Heidi R. Kling

Where the Sea Takes Me is the second book in the Sea series by Heidi R. Kling. Also available: Where I Found You.

Where I Found You by Heidi R. Kling

Where the Sea Takes Me is currently on tour with YA Bound Book Tours. The tour stops here today for an excerpt and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


Description
Two years later might as well be two lifetimes.
Sienna’s in college, working hard to achieve her dreams, and trying to love another boy - and halfway succeeding. She’d be totally happy with her life if she could just stop dreaming about him. Deni. The boy she left behind on the shores of Banda Aceh.
When she gets word Deni’s coming to America, Sea’s world shifts. And when he arrives on her doorstep, she's shaken to the core.
Sparks don’t just fly, they soar - and threaten to burn down the new life she’s so patiently, persistently, built.
When they’re both invited to join a relief mission in Cambodia, they jump at the chance to help … and be together. As the time and distance between them melts away in the sticky Cambodian heat, Sienna knows her heart can’t take losing him again.
And that’s exactly what might happen.


Excerpt
In less than two hours, Deni would be in a car with me.
I was going to be sick.
“Sienna.” His right eye twitched. He didn’t wear glasses anymore. After laser surgery (Vera’s idea) he didn’t need them. I still wasn’t used to his eyes without the glass cover. “I honestly don’t know about his wife. I assume she’s still around. Let’s just focus on the fact he’s coming to visit, okay? It’ll only be for a few days. And then, we’re off to Cambodia.” He patted my hand. “This means you won’t get much of a break after finals, but you don’t mind showing Deni around a bit, right?”
Did I mind? It was only what I’d dreamed of for the two years since I tore myself out of his arms on the broken shores of Banda Aceh, no matter how hard I tried to keep the memory of Deni in my past.
“No, it’s okay.” I didn’t want to show him my range of emotion. How torn I felt. How huge this was for me to see Deni again after finally getting ready to move on with Spider. I wouldn’t want him putting Deni in a hotel.
I felt like Dad and I should be on the same page about this summer, though. About what Spider asked.
“Want to hear another thing making this summer interesting?”
“Sure.”
Spider asked me to move in with him.
Dad choked on a popcorn kernel. “What?” he asked, sputtering. “First Deni is coming, and now a boy wants my daughter to move in with him? Your old dad is going to have a heart attack.”
“Believe me,” I said. “None of this was my idea.”
“Are you and Spider dating? I thought you were just good friends.”
“Well, we aren’t dating, but... He said he wants it to be more.”
It felt weird to talk about this with my dad, but we’d bonded in Indonesia. Things had been a lot better between us since then.
“How do you feel?”
I got up and started to pace. “I like Spider. I always have. But why now? Why did this have to happen the same morning we find out Deni is on his way? I mean, obviously Deni is married but still...having him here will be weird.”
Dad considered me. “Sometimes life presents you with the perfect storm, and it’s up to you to figure out how to navigate your way through it.”
Perfect storm? More like a tsunami.
And I wasn’t ready.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
“Ahhh! Be still my beating heart. This book truly touches your soul.” ~ Laurie H., Netgalley review
Where the Sea Takes Me is a rich, vivid novel set in Cambodia. It is beautifully written in a way that sucks you right into the story, the characters, the setting, and swallows you up.”
“The romance will have you really rooting for them, and it doesn't follow any of the tropes so common in YA. It's different and refreshing, and it has a great plot around the romance.”
“This will open your mind and transport you away to a beautiful land of temples and junk boat river cruises.” ~ Melanie, Goodreads review
“... well written and researched. It will break your heart but gives hope at the same time.” ~ Marie H., Goodreads review
“Very interesting book along with a sweet love story.” ~ Jennifer S., Goodreads review

About the Author
Heidi R. Kling
Heidi R. Kling writes books about normal girls in fantastic situations.
Her debut novel Sea (Penguin/Putnam) was a finalist for Northern California Book of the Year, an IndieNext Summer Pick, Goodreads “Mover and Shaker”, Scholastic Reading Pick, and Gateway Reader’s Award Finalist among other generous accolades. Sea, which launched June 2010, is a bittersweet love story set in the aftermath of the devastating 2004 Indonesian tsunami and was relaunched with Entangled Teen December 2017 as Where I Found You (Sea Book 1). Its sequel Where the Sea Takes Me was released in June 2018.
After earning her MFA in Writing for Children from the New School in New York, Heidi returned to the Bay Area where she lives with her family in a tiny seaside village like the towns in her books.
She's also the author of the acclaimed Paint My Body Red (for fans of Speak and 13 Reasons Why), bestselling romantic comedy Not Okay, Cupid, and the Spellspinners of Melas County series about feuding witches and warlocks.
Please visit her on Twitter, where she loves to live-tweet TV shows, overuse gifs and chat with her readers about books, love, and travel. She's very fortunate to write stories for a living and is grateful to you for reading them!

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Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win a $15 Amazon gift card.

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Monday, May 21, 2018

"Monsterland Reanimated" by Michael Okon


GUEST POST and EXCERPT
Monsterland Reanimated
(Monsterland Book 2)
by Michael Okon

Monsterland Reanimated (Monsterland Book 2) by Michael Okon

Monsterland Reanimated is the second book in the Monsterland series by Michael Okon. Also available: Monsterland (read my blog post).

Monsterland by Michael Okon

Monsterland Reanimated is currently on tour with Bewitching Book Tours. The tour stops here today for a guest post by the author and an excerpt. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


Description
After Monsterland has imploded, the entire world is thrown into chaos. World leadership is gone, economies have collapsed, and communications are non-existent. Wyatt must go beyond the boundaries of his small town to reestablish contact with the outside world and alert the government about a traitor-in-chief.
During his journey he discovers a new threat released from the bowels of the defunct theme park.
When an army of relentless mummies, a life-sucking ooze called The Glob, and a hybrid reanimated Behemoth rise from the depths of Monsterland, who will survive?


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Excerpt
Chapter 1
The Night After the Monsterland Catastrophe
A bright moon painted the desert’s surface pewter. Here and there, dark spots soiled the landscape like oil spills. Most of the bodies had been taken before the troops were ordered to leave. They carted away the corpses, bulldozing the zombies into mass graves, until radios chirped with urgent orders deploying the soldiers to the bigger threats that erupted in the main cities like a chain of angry volcanos.
Monsterland was extinguished, its carcass left for the vultures to pick, the exhibits silent as a tomb.
The dead president and his equally dead entourage were whisked away on Air Force One, along with the dark-clad special operatives that came and left like the brisk desert wind that now howled through the empty streets.
A gate screamed in the silence, slamming with a reverberating smash. The uneven gait of someone with a physical challenge filled the void. The scrape and plod of his limp echoed against the wall of mountains framing the theme park. His labored breathing huffed as he made his way down the streets.
A door creaked loudly as it was blown by the wind. He stopped, his distorted figure silhouetted in the pale moonlight, his body turning silver. He looked at the broken glass littering the pavement like diamonds, then up to the still, pre-dawn sky. He considered the sun peeking over the jagged horizon in the east, its golden light painting the dips and hollows of the hills. Soon the coming day would chase the darkness away.
Time was the enemy now. He had to move faster, or it would be too late. He picked up his pace, lurching along the winding road. A keening howl ricocheted through the streets, bouncing off the walls. It sounded like a ... no, he thought, it couldn’t be. The werewolves were all dead. Destroyed by Vincent Konrad when he made their heads explode.
The old man paused, listening for it again, and was not disappointed when the animal whimpered. He gauged it to be inside the defunct vampire exhibit. He moved toward the entrance. The storefronts had been destroyed. A few body parts lay on the pavement, as if people had discarded them in a rush. He heard the scraping of paws on the street and a shiver went down his crooked spine.
He knew the werewolves were dead; he had seen it with his own eyes. A figure detached from the shadows. Igor flattened himself against the wall. He watched it move stealthily down the street, stopping when it scavenged a morsel of rotting flesh. It looked up to stare at Igor, its eyes glowing in the darkness.
A coyote? He waved a hand, dismissing it. It had to be a coyote; it was too small to be a wolf, too big to be a dog. The beast twitched its ears, then resumed its meal.
Igor knew the coyote was not a threat, and he continued his mission. His lame foot hit a can, sending a cacophony of sound like an explosion in the deserted park. The beast dropped the bone it was gnawing on, sniffing the area. Its iridescent eyes searched the streets.
It could be a baby wolf, Igor thought, keeping himself as still as possible. He felt it watching him, even from this distance. It was not a threat, yet.
Igor skittered away, hugging the walls of Monsterland, putting as much distance as he could between them. Not an easy feat, considering his distorted hips. He muttered to himself about carrion and the wind. His eyes darted nervously, scouring the hills, not exactly sure what he was looking for. Adrenaline coursed through his veins. His heart pounded so loudly he was certain that the creature watching him could hear it too.
His feet stumbling to a halt, he bent over, gasping for air, cursing Vincent and those meddlesome teenagers, as well as the rest of the world.
The beast gave another mournful howl that went right through him. Igor glanced at his empty hands, berating himself for not bringing a weapon. He searched his surroundings for anything to protect himself.
Then he saw it, one of the axes they had on almost every corner. All of them had been pulled from their protective cases. One was lying in a pool of coagulating blood, the blade long gone. He picked up the broken axe handle, turning in a semicircle. He was ready for an attacker.
A new, larger outline made his heart quiver with fear. It crouched in a corner, its snout covered with blood. This one was bigger, not a coyote, a wild wolf. Wait, he thought. Weren’t the gray wolves of California all but extinct?
Igor narrowed his eyes. The beast was a light reddish brown and not the silver gray of a wolf’s pelt. A chain hung from its neck, the pendant of a werewolf’s head dangling, emerald eyes flashing. What was it? Was it a mutant coyote? A wolf? Some weird hybrid, he wondered for a minute, his breath harsh in his ears. They watched each other soundlessly.
A hybrid then. He’d heard about them, a rare mixture of wolf and coyote. What did they call them? Coywolves ...? or was it Woyotes? He shrugged indifferently. Perhaps someone’s pet, he decided. Igor’s mirthless laugh came out like a snort.
The coywolf stood still, its ears alert, its head cocked as if it was observing him.
Igor dropped the makeshift weapon, calling out, “Eat the rest of your meal, you dumb beast.”
The animal continued to watch him, its two front paws on the remains of a zombie’s chest.
Igor wiped his forehead, waiting, his eyes coming back to search the village, confirming it was empty, except for the carrion eaters like the coyotes and vultures. He looked up, noting the circling predators waiting for him to move on.
“Interrupted your meal,” he chuckled. Just the local scavengers looking for food. That was all; the shadows revealed nothing else. Satisfied he was alone, he moved on. He had work to do.
A paper flew past him, hitting a kiosk as the wind plastered it against its surface. It flapped like a dying bird. Igor reached over, taking the fluttering paper, peering at the map of the park, the one they gave people as they entered Monsterland. A bark of laughter escaped his mouth.
He looked up at the giant monolith that was once the Werewolf River Run, its hulking shape obscuring the horizon. “You are here,” he giggled, pointing a grimy finger on the paper’s surface. He dragged his deformed body further down the pavement. The storefronts that used to be Monsterland’s Main Street yawned vacantly, the wind whistling through the narrow alleyways. “Now, you are here,” he laughed. Shouting, he listened to the sound of his voice bouncing off the blood-splattered walls.
He made his way to the back end of the zombie village, feeling like the last man on earth. He glanced around at the desolate landscape. His home, the beautiful theme park, was little more than ruins destroyed by the army.
His nose twitched from the fetid smell of rot. The US Army had massacred the zombies. The troops came like a force of nature wiping out everything in its path, every last one of them blown away by the troops.
They were black ops, special forces, he knew from their uniforms. He wondered if things were indeed going as planned. He shrugged, knowing right now nothing mattered except for what he had to do. The irony that he was just about the most important man on earth brought more amusement to his smile.
The local police force was gone, as were the leaders of most countries in the world. He knew all was chaos outside, perhaps even war, each nation blaming the next for the loss of their leadership. Not to worry, he thought. Vincent left America in capable hands.
Dreams do come true, he snickered. Nightmares too, he finished the thought. A long line of drool pulled at his lower lip. He paused at a pothole in the road, decomposing body parts glistening, the disappearing moon turning the bits of bone and brains pearly.
Anxiety bloomed in his chest as he passed the opaque windows of Vincent’s derelict Monsterland hotel, the Copper Valley Inn. He hated that place. Abandoned construction vehicles were frozen in their spots, testimony to the hotel’s unfinished business.
Despite the pastel colors of its exterior, it sat like an ominous crypt to the part of the theme park that Vincent could never control. Told Vincent it was a money pit. Crews couldn’t work because ... well, it didn’t matter anymore. The help was all dead. He thought he saw a light flicker in the window, but when he turned, he realized it was nothing more than a sputtering gas lamp that had never been disconnected.
He stood for a while, staring for more activity, and then jerked with the realization that he waited too long and wasted precious time. Surely no one expected him to go searching during the heat of battle.
Vincent said it was enough time to set up the timetable. Vincent knew everything, and Igor felt his panic ebb. It had been barely twenty-four hours since the attack. For all he knew, he could be on a fool’s errand.
He pressed his hand on his hip, his back screaming with resentment at so much movement. He was not used to any exercise. He sighed, wiping his brow with the ragged end of his costume, the lace scratching his skin. He caught the cuff, snagging the material with his teeth, tugging it free from his velvet jacket. He loathed the show and was glad he’d never have to endure the humiliation of performing again, especially with the vamps. Those condescending, blood-sucking parasites. He wouldn’t have to worry about them anymore, he thought with satisfaction. Vincent had promised he’d not have to endure them for long, living up to his part of the bargain quite nicely. They were gone, torn apart by the werewolves or transformed into a tasty dinner by the zombies. Either way, they wouldn’t be bullying him with their nasty insults. Something buzzed around him, and he swiped at it.
It felt as though he walked to the other side of the earth. Why Vincent had to pick Zombieville to make his last stand, he’d never know. The Werewolf River Run would have been much more convenient. It was getting lighter now, and he could easily make out the smoking devastation.
He searched the horizon, his eyes resting on the burnt wreckage of a golf cart, the torched skeleton listing at an odd angle.
Pulling his lame foot, he pushed himself as fast as his body could travel, his breath hitching with the effort.
The corpse was gone. He knew they would have taken that for DNA testing, proof that the enemy was vanquished. The only things left were the putrid carcasses from Monsterland, the decaying zombies, massacred vampires, and what was left of the werewolves after Vincent had exterminated them.
He climbed a small hill, his bad leg screaming with pain. Igor crowed with triumph when he saw it, the discarded lump of flesh, lying forgotten in a ditch, face down. He shivered as the desert wind stirred and eddied around him. Damn, but it was desolate here.
He hunkered down, forcing himself to skitter on the hard-packed earth. He wondered what his son, the vice president—no, he corrected himself, the new president of the United States, Mr. Nate Owens—would think of his father now, scrambling like a dung beetle in the dirt.
He cursed. The drool was back, dripping from his mouth like a sparkling spider web. Instead of rising—it was beyond him at this point—he shimmied over to the severed head, reaching forward, reverently, grabbing it by the matted hair, and grasping it to his chest.
The black eyes stared back dully, the dark depths reflecting the hunchback’s twisted smile.
Vincent Konrad’s lifeless face lay in his hands, the pale lips open in a soundless scream.
“I’m so happy I could kiss you, Vincent!” he told the decapitated head. He cradled the face of his friend. “We’ll get you fixed up in no time.”
The moon bathed the face a pale blue. The hunchback jiggled the dead weight, cackling with delight as the one papery eyelid drooped as if it were winking.
In the distance, that coywolf howled, making Igor suck in his breath with fear. He tucked the head under his arm as he struggled back up the small hill, mumbling something about Plan B.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
“I had not read the first Monsterland novel, but really it is not necessary to have done so before reading Monsterland Reanimated. Author Michael Okon gives us the backstory very well as events unfold in the new story. I would never have believed a novel about zombies, shape-shifters, and monsters in general would captivate me quite the way this one did and that is a real credit to the author. I found his writing style and dark humour, with some subtle and not so subtle pop culture references, to be immensely enjoyable to read.” ~ Grant Leishman for Readers’ Favorite
Monsterland Reanimated: Monsterland Series Volume 2 by Michael Okon is a gritty and raw horror novel that does the genre justice. Fast-paced, intense and actually giving me goosebumps, Monsterland Reanimated works with elements that may seem to be too much, but the author somehow makes them work brilliantly together. Superbly crafted, Monsterland Reanimated is a nail biter that I just didn't want to put down.” ~ Rabia Tanveer for Readers' Favorite
Monsterland Reanimated features a riveting plot and an arresting narrative voice that combines with the exciting dialogues to create a reading experience that is perfect for fans of horror. This is an engrossing read with conflict and suspense that will keep readers turning the pages. An electrifying read!” ~ Romuald Dzemo for Readers' Favorite
“Careful thought and consideration have gone into each character and their own individual history and plot, adding to their depth and believability. There are some great action scenes which only serve to enhance a well-executed and conceived plot. The stakes have been raised and, as a reader, I find myself eagerly awaiting the next book in this imaginative and thrilling series.” ~ K.J. Simmill for Readers' Favorite
Monsterland Reanimated is not simply a fast paced action novel, but an experience. It is as if the reader is immersed into an entirely new world, not simply a story about a monster themed theme park, but rather transported into an alternate reality of a post apocalyptic world. Okon's detailed account is authentic, and told in a matter of fact narrative, that makes the reader almost believe this is a true account of events that could possibly happen, given the right circumstances.” ~ Patricia “Lemon Bee” Dompieri, RN
“This fast-paced thriller will keep readers in suspense as the action dramatically unfolds. Sure to delight fans of dystopian fiction, science fiction and horror, Monsterland Reanimated is a worthy second installment in the Monsterland series.” ~ The Children's Book Review


Guest Post by the Author
Writing a Sequel
Someone just told me recently that sequels are poison. They said that you never capture the magic of the first story. I only agree with half of this. Yes, most sequels, I will put it bluntly, suck. The gelling you had in the first story never gets it right in the sequel. I just watched Kung Fu Panda 1, 2, and 3 with my kids – not by myself. The first one was a masterpiece. I was so invested in the characters and story. It was truly a brilliant film. Then we continued in parts 2 and 3, and I just couldn’t take it. They continued the story of Po the Kung Fu Panda, but the story simply fell flat, and tiresome. I didn’t care about the characters. The stories were boring, unlike the first film.
But then, on the flip side, let’s take Lord of the Rings. My all-time favorite trilogy of book and movie. I was invested in the characters throughout. This was not the case at all about the first story being amazing and the other two being terrible. All three stories were flawless and gelled together beautifully. There were setbacks. There was resolution. There was catharsis. It was flawless. When you’re writing a sequel, you want to continue the magic of the first, but set the characters in a new environment and give them bigger and worse obstacles to overcome. The battle in The Fellowship of the Ring was pretty intense. But set the same characters and put them in Helm’s Deep in The Two Towers, and BAM! You elevated the storytelling.
I did this in my Monsterland series. In the first book, Monsterland, we have Wyatt, Howard Drucker, and Melvin navigating a theme park gone haywire with real werewolves, vampires, and zombies. However, in the sequel Monsterland Reanimated, the teens have to defeat an army of mummies during a speeding car chase, a life-sucking ooze called The Glob in a desolate town, and a reanimated behemoth in a hedge maze (thank you for the inspiration, Stanley Kubrick). Sequels are all about elevation and making the enemies bigger and badder. The bigger the obstacle, the bigger the reward for your characters. They have to come out changed in a sequel. They cannot come out unscathed. Frodo lost a finger trying to throw the ring into Mount Doom. Characters must get hurt so they can change.
I’m currently working on Monsterland 3, and I’m going even bigger. I will not succumb to the notion that writing a sequel is poison. From the words of Tony Robbins, success leaves clues. I am following in the footsteps of the master storytellers who can weave a story together in a sequel … that doesn’t suck.

About the Author
Michael Okon
Michael Okon is an award-winning and best-selling author of multiple genres including paranormal, thriller, horror, action/adventure and self-help. He graduated from Long Island University with a degree in English, and then later received his MBA in business and finance. Coming from a family of writers, he has storytelling in his DNA. Michael has been writing from as far back as he can remember, his inspiration being his love for films and their impact on his life. From the time he saw The Goonies, he was hooked on the idea of entertaining people through unforgettable characters.
Michael is a lifelong movie buff, a music playlist aficionado, and a sucker for self-help books. He lives on the North Shore of Long Island with his wife and children.

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Friday, April 13, 2018

"Jinxed" by Thommy Hutson


EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY
Jinxed
by Thommy Hutson

Jinxed by Thommy Hutson

Today we have the perfect book for Friday the 13th. Jinxed by Thommy Hutson is currently on tour with Partners in Crime Virtual Book Tours. The tour stops here today for an excerpt and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


Description
High school can be a real killer
Break a mirror
Walk under a ladder
Step on a crack
Innocent childhood superstitions …
But someone at the secluded Trask Academy of Performing Arts is taking things one deadly step further when the campus is rocked with the deaths of some of its star students.
Layna Curtis, a talented, popular senior, soon realizes that the seemingly random, accidental deaths of her friends aren’t random—or accidents—at all. Someone has taken the childhood games too far, using the idea of superstitions to dispose of their classmates. As Layna tries to convince people of her theory, she uncovers the terrifying notion that each escalating, gruesome murder leads closer to its final victim: her.
Will Layna’s opening night also be her final bow?


Excerpt
The small private island was a mystery.
This, even when so many knew, or thought they knew, what was going on twenty-two miles off the coast of Seattle, on the strip of land named after the very rich and very dead Cadogan Trask. Protected like so much of the Pacific Northwest by Douglas firs, red alders, and bigleaf maples, Trask Island, a blister in the water, seemed mythical. Very little was known about the reclusive man who bought the uninhabited plot in the 19th century, later developing it to suit his tastes. His personal life and his purpose, just like his eponymous island, were ensconced in a thick, white mist. One day there, the next not.
Over the years, worry about Trask the place and Trask the man ebbed and flowed. No one dared argue that business on the island brought money and a small amount of prestige to the area, but there was something about it.
The same people who sang its praises also gawked and wondered and preached about whether its gifts matched its detractions. All of those armchair whatchamacallits peeked out the windows of their glass houses into their neighbors’ glass houses and threw not stones, but boulders.
Always, always, they asked the same question: Why must a high school be so private?
The institution was nestled behind a wall of nature so beautiful that an equal number wondered how anything about it could be bad. A school for the gifted and talented. A place where children with an affinity for dance, voice, drama, art, and communications would be nurtured. A place where stars were born to shine.
But bad is a relative word.
And stars fall from the sky.
Still, the answer to the question on so many minds of what was really going on with those who were lucky enough, and rich enough, to find themselves hidden within its sacred I hope I get in please God let me get in walls?
Well, the answer was simple.
Secrets.
And not so simple.
Lies.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
“Thommy Hutson is the ultimate authority in nostalgia-driven storytelling.” ~ Clive Barker, Bestselling Author of Books of Blood and The Thief of Always
“... A MUST READ FOR CLASSIC HORROR FANS ... an expertly paced, cinematic slasher in a setting that would make Agatha Christie proud. The novel’s often gore-filled kill scenes recall Clive Barker’s Books of Blood while simultaneously reminding the reader of the theatricality of Argento’s Suspiria. And yet, for all of its homage and the author’s obvious intensive understanding of the works of these genre giants, Jinxed is a unique novel that stands easily on its own merits as a work by a first time author ... a fast read that pulls the reader along in its momentum ... Inevitable and shocking. Brutal and beautiful. Homage and originality. Comedy and Tragedy. Thommy Hutson could easily take on the mantle as the next Lois Duncan...” ~ Waylon Jordan, iHorror.com
“Jinxed is the teen whodunit that Wes Craven and Lois Duncan never made. Hutson has created the best new slasher franchise since Scream.” ~ Peter M. Bracke, Author of Crystal Lake Memories: The Complete History of Friday the 13th
“A dark, tension-filled thriller that’s wicked to the very end. Bad luck was never so much fun!” ~ Jeffrey Reddick, Creator of Final Destination
“Gr 9 up: Trask Academy, an elite arts academy for the uber-wealthy, hides a lot of secrets within its gilded walls ... gory but captivating ... a masked murderer starts picking off the teens, killing them all in theatrically grisly ways. Layna, a senior at Trask on a rare scholarship, tries to solve the mystery, but is terrified she might be at the center of it all. Nods to the original Nightmare on Elm Street film ... entertaining...” ~ School Library Journal

About the Author
Thommy Hutson
Born and raised in Upstate New York, Thommy graduated from UCLA and launched his career co-writing the story for the Warner Bros. animated hit Scooby-Doo in Where’s My Mummy? He followed that with co-writing the concept and additional material for Chill Out, Scooby-Doo!
His career then took a thrilling turn when he wrote and produced several definitive genre film retrospectives for television and home entertainment: Scream: The Inside Story, Never Sleep Again: The Elm Street Legacy, More Brains! A Return to the Living Dead, and His Name was Jason: 30 Years of Friday the 13th.
He was also a staff writer on Hulu’s daily web series The Morning After, a smart, witty, pop culture program aimed at getting viewers up-to-date on the latest entertainment news and celebrity interviews.
Thommy also produced the critically acclaimed feature The Trouble with the Truth, an insightful relationship drama starring Lea Thompson and John Shea. He also produced Dreamworld, a quirky, romantic dramedy.
He co-wrote and produced Animal for Chiller Films and Drew Barrymore’s Flower Films. The project debuted in iTunes’ top ten horror films (reaching #1) and became the network’s highest-rated original movie.
Continuing his passion for uncovering the stories behind the story, he went on to produce Crystal Lake Memories: The Complete History of Friday the 13th, which is the most comprehensive look at the popular film franchise.
As an author Thommy crafted a limited-edition coffee table book detailing the making and legacy of Wes Craven’s 1984 classic A Nightmare on Elm Street. A trade version distributed by Simon & Schuster reached number one in Amazon’s Movie History & Criticism category. He also has a deal with Vesuvian Media to write a YA thriller trilogy with the first book, Jinxed, available now.
He produced and made his feature directorial debut with The Id, an independent psychological drama/thriller. Filmmaker Magazine stated it was “a deeply unsettling thriller that’s as moving as it is frightening … with skillful, provocative direction that has echoes of early Polanski.”
Most recently, Thommy wrote the screenplay for CineTel Films’ supernatural horror film Truth or Dare. He is also directing, writing and producing a documentary with Clive Barker’s Seraphim Films in addition to developing other film and television properties with the company.
As an author, he is currently writing another book that definitively details the history, making and legacy of another fan-favorite genre film from the 1980s.
A member of the Producers Guild of America, Thommy continues to develop unique, compelling and provocative projects across multiple genres for film, television, publishing, and home entertainment through his company Hutson Ranch Media.

Giveaway
Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win a $20 Amazon gift card.

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