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Thursday, October 19, 2017

"The Well" by P. W. Creighton

GUEST POST and GIVEAWAY
The Well
(Passing Strange Book 1)
by P. W. Creighton

The Well (Passing Strange Book 1) by P. W. Creighton

The Well, the first book in the new Passing Strange series by P. W. Creighton, is currently on tour with Bewitching Book Tours. The tour stops here today for a guest post by the author, an excerpt, and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


For another book by this author, please check out my blog post on Bad Reputation.

Description
For Fourteen-year-old Aidan Reynolds, the archaeological dig at the Parrish Cove historical society is the only thing making the summer interesting.
That is until he meets Maddie, an unusual girl who has just moved to town and is convinced that there is more to the local legends surrounding the historical society than even he knows.
While Aidan may not believe her, the strange artifacts that are recovered from the dig force them into exploring the dark, twisted history of Parrish Cove and its strange doctor ... a man who vanished over a century ago.
Together, they uncover a town secret that has been forgotten for centuries, and discover that there are some things that should stay buried.

Excerpt
The officer started us back into the plaza at a rapid walk. His clomping steps on the brick walkway, and the heavy jingling of his belt gave an air of strength. Although Maddie was glued to my side, I could feel her gaining confidence with each step. We were probably running from a dog again.
“Here,” I said, and started us back down the alley past the Custom House.
“Did you see the animal?” The officer asked.
“Yeah,” Maddie responded.
“No,” I corrected with glance at her. “It was fast.”
The officer clicked on his huge flashlight, casting a blinding light down the alley ahead of us. He quickly turned the light down the side alleys as we passed them to check for motion. It only lasted a moment before he swept the back ahead of us over the dumpsters and piles of cardboard lining the alley. The beam was so bright that it was possible to illuminate the brick walls on both sides.
Everything changed the moment we emerged into the park.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Guest Post by the Author
Finding the Perceived Reality in Mythology
Perception is a very curious thing. I’ve always found it fascinating, both from a psychological standpoint and from just being a casual observer. Yeah, philosophy class was always one of my favorites. Perception impacts everything we do both on an individual level and a cultural level.
The most entertaining aspects of perception are what continue to hold on for hundreds, if not thousands, of years, permeating everything that we do and everything that we create. Sure, many look at "ancient cultures" in some form of reverence or astonishment, but that influence is still felt today. It is our perception of those myths that gives them such power and such weight.
Taking a quick glimpse at any "ancient" culture whether it be Egyptian, Haitian, Slavic, Celtic, or so forth. We spend countless hours theorizing what the origins of these cultural myths could be. We wonder how the artifacts that we’ve found show that influence, creating a reverence for these same myths. And then based on our own current perception of these myths, we impose what we believe these myths mean and how they may have originated. All while being conscious of the fact that we are viewing these myths through our own perception.
Let’s take a modern urban legend, a modern myth: Slenderman. Slenderman is a contemporary urban legend, a creepypasta that originated in 2009. It is a faceless tall-man in black suit that abducts kids. A forum author wrote a story and created a photograph of the character in 2009. After the story was passed around the depths of the Internet for a while, it began to take on a life of its own, well beyond that of the creator.
It was the uninformed individual’s perception of the character that allowed the story to become a contemporary myth with countless stories attributed to the legend, and ultimately resulting in a string of violent acts in 2014 and a near fatal stabbing of a 12-year-old girl in Wisconsin after they perceived this myth as reality.
The most frightening aspect of our world isn’t the origins of the cultural myths that we create or study. It is that our own reality, our own perception, is completely subjective. It is only through a large consensus that we agree on what reality is.
What you see is not what someone else sees nor how it is perceived.

About the Author
P. W. Creighton
Born in California, P. W. Creighton has spent most of his life traveling throughout the US, drawing inspiration from his many adventures and turning that strange reality into fiction.
Over the years, he has found himself in many unusual situations, ranging from hanging off an 80 foot cliff-face in New York, to sailing off the coast of Salem, Massachusetts. He has hosted archaeological excavations and even reported from the middle of a police stand-off.
When a teacher asked him in the second grade what he wanted to be when he grew up, he didn't have an answer. To be honest, he still doesn't know. He just lets his characters make that decision.

Giveaway
Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win one of three signed print copies of The Well by P. W. Creighton (US only).

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Sunday, November 16, 2014

"Lionel's Christmas Adventure" by Paul R. Hewlett


FREE 19-20 November
Lionel's Christmas Adventure:
Lionel Learns the True Meaning of Christmas
by Paul R. Hewlett



Looking for a Christmas present for your 6-10 year old? Look no further than Lionel's Christmas Adventure.  It's FREE 19-20 November. While you're at it, why not buy the whole series? Also available: Lionel and the Golden Rule (read my blog post).





Description
Have you ever wanted something you couldn't have? Meet Lionel, a lovable bully-magnet who desperately wants a new sled and will do anything to get it. This fun Christmas book follows Lionel from Larrystown to the North Pole. His magical Three-Toed-Potbellied Walbaun foot is back and is as unpredictable as ever. Whether Lionel's sledding, ice skating, or in a life-sized gingerbread village, it takes him on some grand adventures. Filled with great Christmas imagery, this book is perfect for young readers and family story time. These holidays, be careful what you wish for, you never know what might happen!

Excerpt
Chapter 1

Christmas break had arrived and Lionel Snodgrass headed to pick up his best buddy Skip to head for “The Hills.” The snowflakes, large and wet, fell straight down from the sky. The sidewalks were covered with snow, and it looked like everything in Larrystown would be too if this kept up. People said they hadn't seen this much snow in over ten years.
“Ahh-choo!” Lionel sneezed, and his stocking cap almost flew off of his head.
He stopped, pushed his glasses up and wiped his nose with his mitten. He tried unsuccessfully for a few minutes to catch a snowflake on his tongue before he gave up and continued on, enjoying the sights. The houses were much different—and better—than the Snodgrass’s two story home, which had no Christmas decorations at all.
Wreaths decorated with little gold bells hung from the street lights. Every home had lights blinking and trees in the window as townsfolk prepared for Santa to come. Mailboxes overflowed with letters making sure that he knew about that last minute gift idea. Snowmen and plastic reindeer decorated lawns. Music played from somewhere as Lionel thought about what he wanted for Christmas.
He had asked his mom for a Turbo 5000 sled for Christmas. He really wanted one. In fact, he wanted one so bad that he had brought the idea up to his mom again this morning. He felt pretty sure that he wouldn't get one though—not unless a miracle happened. After he brought it up to his mom, she had laughed so hard that his big brother Feeney ran downstairs to see what was so funny. When Feeney joined in the laughter, Lionel turned around and got ready to go to Skip’s. His mom and Feeney were still laughing when he headed out the door.
Now he tugged his mitten off and slipped his hand into his pants pocket. His chubby fingers gripped the furry object in there. He squeezed his Three-Toed-Potbellied Walbaun foot.
It was a good luck charm, much like a lucky rabbit’s foot. In fact, Lionel thought it looked a lot like a lucky rabbit’s foot. But it only came to him because he needed its protection. Although it was very magical, it was also unpredictable. Lionel had learned the hard way that the Three-Toed-Potbellied Walbaun had been lazy and failed to master its magic.
It had a way of granting his wishes, just in its own weird way. It had taken him on quite a few adventures over the last few years, none of which were all that pleasant. But it had also scared Feeney out of giving him atomic wedgies. He thought about using his Walbaun foot to wish for a Turbo 5000.
“Hi, Lionel.”
Lionel about jumped out of his boots. He spun around to see who had crept up behind him. Coming face to face with Carrie, he stared at her. She stood there, cheeks rosy from the cold and her dark brown eyes watching him. She was beautiful. He felt like he could look in those eyes forever. He smiled.
“Lionel? Are you okay?” asked Carrie.
That snapped Lionel out his trance. He almost forgot to talk to her. “H-h-hi,” he said.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“I'm going to get Skip so we can go to The Hills.”
Carrie blinked and looked down at her boots. Her hands in their pink mittens were clasped in front of her. One pink boot pushed snow in front of her from side to side. Lionel stood there like a statue, unable to talk. Time seemed to drag on forever.
After what felt like several minutes, Carrie spoke up. “Well, I better get going. I'm going to my Aunt's to get some cinnamon for my Mom. She's baking and really needs it, so maybe I'll see you later. Have fun at The Hills.” She smiled, then turned her head and walked past Lionel.
Again he couldn't find his voice. He stared after her. His arms hung at his sides, one hand inside his mitten, the other bare. He watched her disappear from sight.
Ah, man, not again! Why can't I ever talk to her?!?
He continued on, dragging his feet, making a path through the snow as he thought about Carrie. He had a terrible crush on her— and had since the day he had moved to Larrystown almost two years ago. He hadn't been able to impress her yet though, and today wasn't going to help. He smiled as he thought of her dark brown eyes—until the picture of his mom and Feeney laughing hysterically filled his head again. He forced the image from his mind.
I’m gonna get a sled! I’m just not sure how yet. 
He looked up and found himself at the front door of Skip’s one story home. He pushed up his glasses, then raised his arm to knock.

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Review
Lionel's Christmas Adventure is a charming story that follows Lionel Snodgrass, a 12-year old boy, as he is given a gentle reminder about the true meaning of Christmas. Author, Paul R. Hewlett, uses humor to deliver an important message. The story flows along very quickly and will provide an entertaining Christmas story for young readers to enjoy.

About the Author
Paul R. Hewlett writes books for children. His first book was Lionel's Grand Adventure: Lionel and the Golden Rule. It is an early chapter book for ages 6-10. 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.

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Friday, November 14, 2014

"Iron Bloom (Legend of the Iron Flower)" by Billy Wong

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Iron Bloom
(Legend of the Iron Flower)
by Billy Wong



Iron Bloom, the first book in the Legend of the Iron Flower series, is currently FREE. If it's not free for you on Amazon, please try one of the other book retailers below.


Description
The tale of an epic warrior torn between the power of the sword and her longing for a peaceful life.
A young woman with a kind heart and extraordinary constitution, Rose becomes a warrior to better the world. Despite the wealth and fame she wins as one of the greatest champions of her time, the bloody reality of her new life is nothing like her ideal dream. She yearns for a chance to escape the violence.
She finds that chance in Ethan, the leader of an altruistic pacifist group. But when a barbarian horde invades their kingdom, Rose knows that she can make a difference by taking up her sword again. Will her need to protect her homeland cost her the man she loves?
Iron Bloom is a full length novel intended for both adults and older teens. It is the first in the Iron Flower series.

Excerpt
It was the glint of sun off steel that caught her eye.  Rose stopped, basket of freshly picked herbs in hand, and stared into the Whit family's barn door through which she had seen that misplaced sliver of light.  While metal was common enough on a farm, most farming tools were made of dull iron, and Rose had only seen light reflected so sharply off honed steel—like a sword blade.  Inside the barn, she thought she glimpsed a bulky shape, moving with stealth and speed.  A thief?
Her first thought was to run for help.  But how long would it take to get back?  Likely too long, for the Whits.  She should go warn them, she thought.  Yet she worried to let the burglar out of sight, and perhaps give him a chance to catch her off guard later.  What if the Whits weren't home?  If so, she would have to confront him alone anyway.  She would not escape herself only to leave him here, free to ambush her neighbors. 
Rose set her basket down in the grass and crept towards the barn, knowing now what she meant to do.  It wasn't that she wasn't scared; her heart pounded in her chest, and sweat moistened her scalp and tunic.  Though she had long played at being a warrior with her friends, to confront real danger was an altogether different matter.  But she would do all she could to protect the Whits and their innocent child.  So she entered the barn, carefully picking up the hoe just inside the door.
The man's broad back came into view to her left, and Rose raised her hoe to strike.  Then she hesitated.  What if this was no thief, after all?  Despite his armament, he could be a family friend, or even an agent of the crown on legitimate business.  She could not just attack, with no knowledge of his intentions. 
"You!" she said in what she hoped was a commanding voice.  "What are you doing here?"
He turned, and immediately she realized her mistake.  The feral gleam in his eyes, the smirk that pulled at his thick lips—he could be nothing else but the kind of villain she had suspected and feared.  "Are you the daughter, then?  A big one you are, but I don't mind.  All women scream the same."  His huge sword came up, gleaming like flame.
On the verge of panic, Rose swung at his face.  He parried easily, and countered with a slash she barely managed to deflect.  The hoe was poorly balanced for use as a weapon, and she was hardly an experienced warrior in the first place.  The robber pressed his assault, battering relentlessly at her, and she found herself retreating across the hay-strewn floor.  She felt her back bump up against the far wall, and in desperation tried to force him back with a sudden burst of offense. 
For a moment, he seemed to falter against her flurry of quick pokes, and she thought she had a chance.  But then he cut through the hoe's shaft with a well-placed blow, and the next thing she knew an impact like a heavy punch slammed into her middle.  She felt herself shoved back, driven against the wood behind her.  Then the pain hit, a world-shattering explosion tearing through her body.  For a moment she was blind, but stubbornly she blinked her vision back.  Slowly, her attacker came into view.
Rose stared at the man as he loosened his belt, his wide, greasy face split with a lusty grin.  His breath reeked of rotting meat, and she ached to run screaming out of his reach.  But she couldn't scream because her mouth had filled with blood.  And she couldn't run because his sword impaled her just below the ribcage, nailing her to the wall.

Review
Young Rose only sixteen years old, longs to escape her violent world. She also yearns to become a warrior, even though a woman especially as young as her, is unheard of. The bloody reality of her new life is not quite what she thought it would be. Then she meets Ethan.
When Barbarians invade her Kingdom she knows exactly what she must do. She fights with a vengeance to save her homeland, but at what cost?
Fast paced, a lot of action and graphic fights. If you love a strong female lead with many bloody fights, then this is the book for you. I intend to check out more or Billy Wong's work.

About the Author
Billy Wong is an avid fan of heroic fantasy, with a special love for strong female warriors. He draws inspiration from the epic legends of old, and is on a quest to bring over the top deeds and larger than life heroes back to prominence in today's literary world.
Billy lives in Coney Island, Brooklyn. He has written numerous fantasy books, including the Legend of the Iron Flower series and the Tales of the Gothic Warrior series

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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

"Welcome Home: A Short Story" by William Hage

REVIEW
Welcome Home: A Short Story
by William Hage


I was introduced to this short story by the Paranormal and Horror Lovers group on Goodreads. You can also check out the author's newest creepy release, Porcelain, available for only $0.99.





Description
John Lester is returning to a place he never really considered home to begin with, a place that he has not seen in years. But what he does not realize is that what went on in this house was much less homely than he thought as he unearths something dark about his family.
Welcome Home is a short story approximately 6600 words.

Excerpt
John Lester stood in front of the dying house, two plain bags of groceries in his arms and the strap of his travel bag slung over his shoulder. He had not been to this place since he was nineteen, not since his father - Henry Philip Lester - sent him away. Henry had plans for his son and when John abandoned those plans to become a writer, Henry apathetically rejected his son.
John always hated the house; when he was young he felt as though it was alive, with a personality of its very own. It was a living, breathing thing and John could swear that its cold eyes were staring at him, even at this moment. He looked down the dirt road the house sat on. Trees reached down to the path seeming like they were just on the verge of grabbing it and pulling it away, but otherwise there was nothing in sight. As far as John could remember, the closest house was at least a mile and a half away. This was perfect for his father's business.

My Review
John visits his old family home after it is left to him upon the death of his father. When John discovers his father's journal, he begins to wonder what evil his father was up to all those years. And why can't John remember what happened in that house? Then, a friendly visit from his neighbors, Lisa and Michael, forces John to confront the truth about his family. As his father used to say, "Sanity is not a choice." But if you were insane, would you know?
The fantastic cover was designed by the author's brother, Matthew Hage, and is creepily appropriate, giving a hint of what is to come. I can't say too much without giving away the ending, but there were some logistical inconsistencies which don't quite make sense in hindsight. There were also some minor editing errors but, all in all, this is a good read with great atmosphere and an unexpected ending.

About the Author
William Hage has been influenced by writing and horror for most of his life. Born in Trenton, New Jersey, William became obsessed with all things horror at a young age. He indulged himself greatly in horror films of all sorts as well as horror literature. Over the years he became heavily inspired and influenced by the likes of H. P. Lovecraft, Clive Barker, and Edgar Allan Poe. William's self-published short story, Welcome Home, can be found on Amazon. He has also had stories published in issues 6, 8, and 11 of Sanitarium, a horror and dark fiction magazine. When he isn't writing, William has a deep love for technology and bides his time researching the latest things and has spent years working with computers.

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