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Available for Preorder: Nurse Blood by Rebecca Besser

Published August 19, 2016 by admin

I’ve got a nice, bloody title for horror fans today written by the lovely Rebecca Besser, so check it out! Nurse Blood is on preorder at Limitless Publishing  and Amazon with a release date of August 23rd.

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Sonya Garret roams the bar scene hoping to steal the heart of an unsuspecting victim—literally…

Sonya, better known as Nurse Blood, is part of a team of lethal organ harvesters who seek out the weak to seduce, kill, and part out for profit on the black market. When Sonya meets Daniel McCoy, a young man recovering from a broken engagement, he’s just another kill to line her pockets with quick cash.

Agent David McCoy vows to find out how and why his twin brother Daniel disappeared…

Daniel’s body hasn’t been found, and the leads are slim to none, but it won’t stop David from dedicating his life to solving his brother’s case. When the evidence finally uncovers the shocking truth that Daniel’s disappearance is linked to organ harvesters, David knows his brother is most likely dead. But he’s determined to stop the villains’ killing spree before they strike again.

One last harvest is all Sonya and her team need to put their murderous past behind them…

A family with the rarest blood type in the world is the only thing standing between Sonya and retirement. David McCoy and the FBI are hot on their trail, though, and multiple targets make this the most complicated harvest yet. Will David unravel Sonya’s wicked plans in time to avenge his brother and save an innocent family? Or will Sonya cash in her final kill and escape for good?

Murder for profit stops for no man when you’re Nurse Blood.

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Prologue

The air inside the nightclub was hazy from smoke machines. Flashes of colored light cut through the swirls in beat with the pulsing music that shook the walls and the floor. The atmosphere was alive with movement―a mass of hot, swaying bodies bent on enjoying the moment. A monster waited in the depths of the darkness to bat her pretty eyes at someone and make them her prey.

The door of the establishment swung open to give way to three eager young men looking to have a good time and celebrate. The trio was instantly surrounded by dancing women. They made their way through the press of bodies to reach the bar.

Daniel forced himself not to scan the crowd for his ex-fiancée, April. But she was the least of his worries, as the real danger was a face he wouldn’t recognize.

Roy got their drinks while Hank and Daniel stood at a balcony that overlooked an even larger dance floor below. The smoke was thicker down there, and there were more lights. The dancers looked like they were paying sensual homage to their deity. The air was tainted with the aroma of perfume and alcohol; it burned the men’s nostrils and fueled their excitement for the revelry to come.

Daniel took a moment to text his twin brother, David, to let him know where they would be celebrating their shared birthday. He received a text back from David saying he was still an hour away.

Roy joined them with three shots and three cold bottles of beer, passing one of each to his friends. They downed the shots in one swallow before turning their attention to their beers.

“Dave will be here in an hour or so,” Daniel announced after downing his shot.

“Awesome—we’re gonna have a great time!” Hank yelled over the music.

As Roy took a drink of his beer, a petite, slim blonde grabbed his waist from behind. He jumped in surprise and turned, recognizing the young woman.

She tucked a finger into the front of his jeans, smiled at him, and tugged him away from his friends toward a table with another girl.

Roy looked back over his shoulder at his friends and shrugged.

“That’s Lynn,” Hank yelled to Daniel. “They’ve been seeing each other for a while. And that’s her cousin Trisha—you don’t want to go there.”

Daniel nodded and looked around. The warming effect of the shot was spreading through his body, relaxing him. He felt less paranoid about running into April.

While he was looking over the crowd, a woman caught his eye. She was a tall, slim brunette, and she was beautiful. She was standing alone at the end of the bar. He watched her for a few moments, and when she looked around, their eyes met.

He smiled and looked away.

Hank noticed Daniel’s mild interest. He knew what his friend had been through recently and why he was gun-shy with women.

“Go for it!” he yelled, nudging Daniel. “Have some fun!”

Daniel looked at his friend, took another swallow of beer, glanced at the woman—noticing she was still alone—and shrugged.

Hank laughed and gave Daniel a shove toward the bar, causing him to slam into two people who happened to be walking past. When he turned to them to apologize, he came face to face

with the very woman he was hoping not to run into: April. The man she was with was leaning on her with all his weight while she struggled to hold him up.

Daniel’s heart clenched in his chest and his lungs seized up for a moment. He felt his hand tighten around the neck of his beer bottle. He wanted to slam it over the other man’s head, but he managed to restrain himself. He didn’t want her to know how much the sight of her with another man hurt him, so he put on a brave front.

“Excuse the fuck out of me,” he said with a sadistic smile, raised the bottle in the air like he was toasting them, and then took a big swig of the brew. He was pleased with the shocked expression that spread across April’s face at his harsh greeting.

They didn’t say anything to Daniel, but focused back on each other and moved around him and deeper into the establishment.

Daniel glanced over to Hank, who was grinning from ear to ear.

He smiled at his friend, nodded, and forced himself to put one foot in front of the other until he made it over to the woman at the bar. While he walked he pretended not to notice that April had glanced back at him several times as she guided her drunken man to a table where he could sit down. He was determined to show April she wasn’t the only woman in the world. He was going to prove to himself and her that he was over the breakup.

“Hi, I’m Daniel!” he yelled when he reached the woman, leaning toward her a little so she could hear him as a new song started to play.

“Grace!” she yelled back.

They smiled at each other.

The couple chatted for a while about nothing important, since it was too loud to carry on a serious conversation, and ordered drink after drink as they stood at the bar. Daniel’s emotional tension eased little by little with every drink. He became more and more relaxed, and friendlier and friendlier with Grace. Before he knew what was happening, they were pressed up against each other while they conversed so they could hear each other better.

“Let’s get out of here,” Grace said. She kissed him and reached down between them to rub his crotch.

Normally Daniel would be shocked and uneasy by such a gesture so soon after meeting a woman, but he’d had enough drinks not to care about how respectable she was or wasn’t being.

He nodded in agreement and looked around for his friends, frowning.

“I have to tell my friends I’m leaving,” he said, taking a step away from Grace.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Grace said, rubbing his crotch again. “They’ll figure it out. Besides, you can call them later and they can pick you up from my place.”

That sounded reasonable so he followed her out to the parking lot. The night was clear and felt cool after the heat from the population of patrons inside the nightclub.

They stumbled together through the parking lot and paused to make out, pressed against the side of her car for a couple minutes before they finally separated their bodies to get in.

Daniel had the passenger’s side door open and was about to climb inside when his cell phone beeped, notifying him of a text. He stopped, stood up straight beside the car, and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket by mistake. He reached into his other back pocket and extracted his cell phone. He frowned and squinted to focus on the tiny, bright screen that said David was only a block away.

“What are you doing?” Grace asked.

“I can’t go with you,” he said with a sigh. “Sorry. I—”

He felt a sharp pain in the side of his neck. He reached up to figure out what had hurt him and spun around at the same time, dropping his cell phone and wallet to the asphalt parking lot.

Grace was standing behind him holding an empty syringe.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “but you have to come with me.”

He tried to shove her away, but his limbs wouldn’t do what he wanted them to. His legs gave out from beneath him as the world blurred into a black blob of nothing.

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Grace shoved Daniel’s tall frame into the passenger seat when he started to fall, smacking his head on the door frame. She quickly picked his feet up from the ground and spun him so she could get him all the way into the car.

She heard laughing as a couple made their way through the parking lot a few rows over, so she didn’t take the time to pick up what Daniel had dropped.

Grace shut the passenger door and ran around to the driver’s side of her car. She scanned the parking lot as she pulled out, not seeing anyone close-by. She’d been careful, watching for people as they’d headed outside, but the distant couple had snuck up on them. Luckily they hadn’t come close enough to see what she was up to. She tensed slightly when she had to pass another vehicle as she pulled from the lot out onto the street, but the man was looking in the opposite direction and didn’t even glance their way.

Once she was out of the parking lot and a couple blocks away, she pulled out her cell phone and called Roger.

“Hey,” she said into the phone. “I have fresh meat…”

©Rebecca Besser & Limitless Publishing, 2016. All rights reserved.

Rebecca Besser 2016

Rebecca Besser resides in Ohio with her wonderful husband and amazing son. They’ve come to accept her quirks as normal while she writes anything and everything that makes her inner demons squeal with delight. She’s best known for her work in adult horror, but has been published in fiction, nonfiction, and poetry for a variety of age groups and genres. She’s entirely too cute to be scary in person, so she turns to the page to instill fear into the hearts of the masses.

To learn more about Rebecca visit her Website, or find her on Facebook, Twitter, GoodReads, and/or follow her Blog!

 

Juniper Grove Presents: Cursed Rebel by HG Lynch

Published August 17, 2015 by admin

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After a bit of some downtime, it’s time to be back, and with a title I think you’re gonna like! Also, be sure to take a look around my blog, because I’m participating in the Night Owl Reviews scavenger hunt, and there’s a graphic hidden on one of my pages! But back to our regularly scheduled book loving…

Cursed-Rebel

Title: Cursed Rebel

Author:  H.G. Lynch

Published:  July 14th, 2015

Publisher:  Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing

Genre:  Young Adult Fantasy

Recommended Age:  15+

Synopsis:  Never trust a pretty face. My grandma taught me that. She warned me about the Fair Folk but I never believed her…until I was kidnapped by one. And damn, he is pretty.

But Fin was sent to bring me to his King, and if I want to survive the Otherworld, I have no choice but to trust him – for now.

Oh, and did I mention my sexy best friend is hunting me? I should’ve listened to Gran.

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Excerpt:

Looking at the faery boy in front of me, with his exquisite features and striking eyes, I thought that Grandma had been right. I was realising she had been right about a lot of things. I wished I’d listened to her better, wished I’d believed her when she warned me about the Fair Folk.

Staring into those inhumanly bright eyes, seeing the glitter of something cruel beneath that prettiness, I whimpered. I didn’t mean to, and the second I did, I wished I hadn’t. I couldn’t show fear there, or the beautiful monsters would tear me apart like well-disguised lions.

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Excerpt: Legacy by Ellery A. Kane

Published April 22, 2015 by admin

So I’m into the concept of Legacy so much, I’m back with it today to post an excerpt!

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Title:  Legacy

Author:  Ellery A. Kane

Published:  September 17th, 2014

Publisher:  Balboa Press

Genre:  YA

Recommended Age:  13+

Synopsis:

How do you want to feel today?

In 2041, the choice is yours.

San Francisco is deserted, the Bay Bridge bombed, and the BART subway trains grounded. The Guardians, members of an elite and mysterious government-appointed military police force, are maintaining order at all costs—thanks to emotion-altering drugs like Emovere that suppress fear and anxiety. Lex Knightley, daughter of a prominent forensic psychiatrist, risks entering the devastated city to partner with the Resistance, a group of rebels intent upon exposing the dangers of Emovere. Lex discovers an ally in Quin McAllister, a magnetic Guardian Force recruit with a haunting past that binds them together. As she uncovers the secrets of the Guardian Force and confronts the truth about her family, Lex begins to realize that even those closest to her are not quite who they seem.

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The first time I kissed someone, it wasn’t at all like I had imagined—and trust me when I say that I had spent hours imagining it. It was a summer night just after my seventeenth birthday. We were sitting side by side in the empty football stadium. I can still feel the bleachers, cold and hard beneath my legs. My elbow was touching the side of his body. I could feel how warm he was. He didn’t move, but just let me touch him. The air between us was thick with anticipation. And then, just like that, his lips were on mine. In a few seconds, a wall that had once seemed impenetrable was crossed. I was no longer unkissed.

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The first time I killed someone, it wasn’t at all like I had imagined. It was as quick and as effortless as snipping a string. I squeezed the trigger, and the man fell back. It was so dark that I could barely see the outline of his face. I watched him for a long time, waiting for something. What was I waiting for? The man didn’t move, except for a brief shudder. It seemed for a moment as if I too had stopped breathing. But in the cold I could see my breath visible in small white puffs. I waited for the world to open up and swallow me, but nothing came. In the corner where I hid, I saw a small brown bird hopping. He reached the edge of my vision and took flight. It was only me who had changed.

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In her non-fiction life, Ellery Kane works as a forensic psychologist. Evaluating violent criminals and treating victims of trauma has afforded her a unique perspective on the past and its indelible influence on the individual. An avid short story writer in adolescence, Ellery only recently began writing for enjoyment again, and Legacy was born.

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SSP Presents: Crossings by JL Mulvihill

Published December 10, 2014 by admin

The other new Seventh Star Press title is perfect for all the steampunk fans and YA readers out there!

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Bishop Steel is still missing, so AB’Gale must follow the map continuing the search for her papa. Her quest leads Abby down dangerous paths that threaten to get her captured by the System. Danger lurks at every turn of the road, on every doorstep and every train.

Finding it difficult to know who to trust when she discovers she is now wanted for crimes against the System, Abby travels under the guise of a young boy. Conflicted with the desire to rid her world of the unjust or find her papa, Abby finds few friends amid hobos, air pirates, and entrepreneurs.

Abby finds that real friends will never abandon you, nor will they allow you to give up on your convictions. A true awakening to internal conflict and the desire to put right what is wrong, this is the great American adventure ringing with the sound of freedom along the steel routes.

Crossings is Book Two of the Steel Roots Series.

Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014: Shawn Cesser

Published November 3, 2014 by admin

 

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So I missed a Halloween post, but that doesn’t mean that winter isn’t a fun time for horror – especially zombies. I’m really exited to be part of the Winter of Zombie blog tour, and even more excited to hear all about Shawn Cesser’s latest title. This is definitely one I’ll be checking out, and you should too! Let’s get to it and talk to Shawn about zombies and Warpath!

 

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Why zombies?

SC: When I turned twelve my mom allowed me to rent George Romero’s Night of the Living Dead and the original Dawn of the Dead on Beta or VHS … I can’t remember which. While eating Doritos and downing Cokes I watched them back-to-back, with a couple of buddies, and have been a fan of the genre ever since.

 

What is your latest zombie release?

SC: ‘Warpath: Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse’ was published on 6/28/2014. 

 

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Quick description of it.

SC: Warpath is a 130,000 word post-apocalyptic thriller set in a thoroughly devastated United States. The fast paced romp through the western states features not only hard-charging soldiers in camouflage and body armor taking the fight to their living and undead enemies, but also regular citizens doing their best to survive the zombie apocalypse.Thrown into the mix are strong female characters, a group of younger survivors, and a host of human baddies my readers love to hate.

 

Something unique about it. 

SC: Warpath, and my STZA series in general, appeals to readers of all stripes because it combines a military themed post apocalyptic romp across America featuring stealth helicopters and exotic weaponry with an intertwined and ongoing story arc about a group of civilian preppers who are also struggling to survive the zombie apocalypse. My characters come from all walks of life and I’ve noticed that many of my readers seem to have their own favorites who they identify with. But sadly not everyone survives my zombie apocalypse—a reality that has earned me an earful from some of those same readers. 

Links for people to buy it: 

 

 Warpath: Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse Amazon link

 Warpath Apple iBooks link

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 Warpath Smashwords link

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 ShawnChesser.com

Twitter handle: @sdchess

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Shawn Chesser, a practicing father, has been a zombie fanatic for decades. He likes his creatures shambling, trudging and moaning. As for fast, agile, screaming specimens… not so much. He lives in Portland, Oregon, with his wife, two kids and three fish.

 

 

 Info for Winter of Zombie Blog Tour:

The stench of frozen rotted meat is in the air! Welcome to the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014, with 10 of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of November.

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser… and pick up some great swag as well! Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them! #WinterZombie2014

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AND so you don’t miss any of the posts in November, here’s the complete list, updated daily:

http://armandrosamilia.com/2014/11/01/winter-of-zombie-post-list-winterzombie2014/

A Fairy Tale Journey

Published October 14, 2014 by admin

If there’s something I’ve said over and over (and over and over) while promoting Olde School since it’s release, it’s that I love fairy and folktales. While I’ve probably talked this to death, I do feel like sometimes I have to re-direct what exactly these types of stories mean to me and why I love them.

I get it’s cliche for every little girl (and every big girl’s inner little girl) to want the happy ever after, the prince, the castle, the singing happy little birds and all that…

…..which is completely not the reason I like fairy tales.

While I definitely saw my share of Disney movies in the theatre (Thank you, constant theatrical re-releases of the 1980s), from the start I was made very much aware that there were other versions of the stories. The first time I saw Cinderella, my dad pointed out as we were leaving the theater that they left out the bit where the step sisters cut off their toes and heel. After I stopped feeling mildly horrified, I couldn’t help but think that that bit of conniving would make so much more sense than the two ladies in the movie pouting and whining (especially after such a fantastically violent scene where they spoil Cinderella’s first dress). Little tidbits like that came up all the time. This happens when one of your parents’ best friends from high school ends up becoming a leading folklore scholar and you steal all the books sent to your parent and read them yourself. So from an early age I was aware that there was something more, something I was missing.

As i grew up I discovered kids collections of different fairy tales from around the world and was amazed at how different and how epic some of the adventures that these so-called boring heroines went on. They also suffered many, many different forms of abuse at many different hands – “real” and magical. What struck me was as much as magic played a part, a lot of the characters (male and female) also really strove to fix things for themselves. Not all of them waiting around for someone else to solve their problems.

That’s probably the reason I love fairy and folktales. As much as I adore mythology of different sorts, to me those tales give us explanations of things and tales of larger than life heroics, monsters, and power. Fairy tales (to me, anyway) is what happens when the world happens to regular people. Most of the time the protagonists aren’t particularly bright or powerful or out of the ordinary. They’re just like anyone you’d meet on the street (or at the edge of a forest). Yet they are able to dig deep and think on their feet when they have to. They make mistakes and suffer the consequences and keep going. While there’s a non-emotional, disconnected quality to fairy tales, that always served to help me look at the stories objectively, really inserting myself into every character to see what I would do if faced with their problems. This was especially important during my teenage years – both in learning to develop characters first for the stage and then for the page, plus as moral support in facing my own life problems.

And then I discovered the work of Clarissa Pinkola Estes and my brain broke open with love of stories and what they meant. Seriously, if you want some really hardcore Jungian study (that’s women-centric for the most part, but she’s done other work, as well), you cannot get better than Women Who Run With the Wolves. She’s used myths and other types of tales in her other work, but it’s her specific take on a lot of folktales that really spoke to me. I’ve probably read that book at least ten or fifteen times, and I get something out of it every time I do. I think as a sixteen or seventeen year old I had this theory that if I read it carefully and learned everything I’d save myself a lot of heartache later by doing everything right……

yeah I’ll just wait while everyone stops laughing…

….and then of course I went and fell in a lot of ditches anyway, because that’s what you do growing up. That’s what you do living life. That’s what regular people do, that’s what any kind of person does….that’s what the protagonists in the stories I love did. And by having the examples of Allerleirauh, Vasiissa, Katie Woodencloak, the skeleton woman, the lady at the center of Bluebeard’s castle, and so many others gave me hope that I could work out a solution to whatever it was that I was going through. As I’ve said before, heroines and princesses don’t just wear crowns and are rescued and act pretty. Some of them escape tragic situations, fight trolls, and outsmart curses.

If they can do that, I think I can take a deep breath and make it through the metaphorical woods one step at a time until I get to the next part of my own story. It’s a thought that’s always stayed with me, and it amazes me that something so deep can be found in these so-called simple little tales.

Olde School isn’t as deep per say, but I do think there’s something to be said for unusual heroes acting out-of-the-box, for kindness and compassion being just as important as clubs and maces. I definitely play with the thought process that nothing is what it seems in fairy tales and there is always, always something to be learned. I even include an appendix in the back to make sure I mention the major tales the book pays tribute to.

If people enjoy the book, then I’m happy. If they talk about it and look forward to the next one, I’m deliriously happy. If it makes people think a little, I’m ecstatic. If it gets people to realize that there is far more magic in the world and in pages than they first thought….then that’s a happily ever after that I’m thrilled to contribute to.

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Book One of The Kingdom City Chronicles

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Cross-Genre: Fantasy, Fairy/Folktale, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, Horror

Kingdom City has moved into the modern era. Run by a lord mayor and city council (though still under the influence of the High King of The Land), it proudly embraces a blend of progress and tradition. Trolls, ogres, and other Folk walk the streets with humans, but are more likely to be entrepreneurs than cause trouble. Princesses still want to be rescued, but they now frequent online dating services to encourage lords, royals, and politicians to win their favor. The old stories are around, but everyone knows they’re just fodder for the next movie franchise. Everyone knows there’s no such thing as magic. It’s all old superstition and harmless tradition.

Bookish, timid, and more likely to carry a laptop than a weapon, Paddlelump Stonemonger is quickly coming to wish he’d never put a toll bridge over Crescent Ravine. While his success has brought him lots of gold, it’s also brought him unwanted attention from the Lord Mayor. Adding to his frustration, Padd’s oldest friends give him a hard time when his new maid seems inept at best and conniving at worst. When a shepherd warns Paddlelump of strange noises coming from Thadd Forest, he doesn’t think much of it. Unfortunately for him, the history of his land goes back further than anyone can imagine. Before long he’ll realize that he should have paid attention to the old tales and carried a club.

Darkness threatens to overwhelm not only Paddlelump, but the entire realm. With a little luck, a strange bird, a feisty waitress, and some sturdy friends, maybe, just maybe, Padd will survive to eat another meal at Trip Trap’s diner. It’s enough to make the troll want to crawl under his bridge, if he can manage to keep it out of the clutches of greedy politicians

Why Olde School?

Published October 13, 2014 by admin

So today begins the next round of blog touring for Olde School! It’s mostly reviews, which means I’ll be walking around all week breathing into a paper bag, but also some Q&A, and I’ll probably do some fun stuff here. After all, I still need to re-cap imaginarium (and I’m sure Clyde wants his say), and share some pictures of the actual Paddlelump Costume that I may have lost my mind and made and worn while wandering downtown Louisville. Because, you know, why not?

Anywho, if you’d like the follow the tour schedule, you can find it here, and if you’d like a quick crash course on Olde School from the blurb and links to guest posts and some free shorts involving everyone’s favorite sorta evil pseudo-bird, you can find all that here.

Olde School (and The Kingdom City Chronicles in general) is a whole lotta love for me, and a lot of labor. It’s also not the easiest thing in the world to describe because there are so many things mixed together that it runs the risk of people making assumptions or being turned off within the first five seconds of conversation. I mean, how do you succinctly describe a fairy tale/folklore based society that’s modernized to develop it’s own brand of conveniences and pop culture, a world that should embrace the typical fantasy conventions, but also easily wrecks them…a world where Lovecraft type beings are put through a magic filter (that no one believes in anymore because con artists and politicians are just as likely to get you).

And then how do you inevitably answer the question of Why? Why put all that together? Why even bother trying to make all that make sense? Why bother with a million subgenres and tropes and themes that are at risk of burning out their popularity, anyway?

Because I like them? Because I can? Because I have this horrible, burning need to entertain myself and see what happens?

Truth be told, this book started as a short that was somewhat gimmicky – more of a plot-reliant piece where I was trying to reverse the roles of troll and princess and throw in some modern tech and see what happens. And then…the characters really grew on me. And the world began spiraling into something bigger and better…and I realized I was taking it completely seriously. And why not? Why can’t there be some subversion of old tropes and cliches, why can’t there be some darkness with the light, why can’t there be real-world problems with the magical?

And of course it’s me who’s writing it, so there’s a lot of humor, too. At the end of the day, if I could make things like a giant sub-par prince battle in a diner thanks to an online dating site happen…I was totally going to do it because it made me laugh. Don’t get me wrong. I love folktales.I love fairy tales. I can and probably will talk about how seriously I take them, and yet…I think it’s totally okay to laugh at tradition somewhat, to change things up and throw in some curve balls…and to use those curve balls to really look at how tradition and convention and assumptions are working for a made-up world that’s struggling to be progressive.

Plus, I kinda like getting in the headspace of nice guy trolls, kick-ass waitresses with more issues than some magazines, and weird ancient entities with sexy voices who are also tiny animals. And it might just be slightly fun to annoy my publisher and editor by submitting a manuscript under the Genre Classification: All of Them. A lot of this book was me writing what I wanted to read and really paying tribute to a lot of the quirky things I grew up with, so I’m hoping that those like me can get behind it and embrace it for what it is: a lot of fun, maybe something slightly insightful, something a bit different, and a great big new world to play in. I really hope people give this book a shot and talk it up – and for those who have read it, I’d love to hear what your favorite parts are!

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Book One of The Kingdom City Chronicles

Kindle       Amazon Paperback     Nook    B&N Paperback     Kobo

Cross-Genre: Fantasy, Fairy/Folktale, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, Horror

Kingdom City has moved into the modern era. Run by a lord mayor and city council (though still under the influence of the High King of The Land), it proudly embraces a blend of progress and tradition. Trolls, ogres, and other Folk walk the streets with humans, but are more likely to be entrepreneurs than cause trouble. Princesses still want to be rescued, but they now frequent online dating services to encourage lords, royals, and politicians to win their favor. The old stories are around, but everyone knows they’re just fodder for the next movie franchise. Everyone knows there’s no such thing as magic. It’s all old superstition and harmless tradition.

Bookish, timid, and more likely to carry a laptop than a weapon, Paddlelump Stonemonger is quickly coming to wish he’d never put a toll bridge over Crescent Ravine. While his success has brought him lots of gold, it’s also brought him unwanted attention from the Lord Mayor. Adding to his frustration, Padd’s oldest friends give him a hard time when his new maid seems inept at best and conniving at worst. When a shepherd warns Paddlelump of strange noises coming from Thadd Forest, he doesn’t think much of it. Unfortunately for him, the history of his land goes back further than anyone can imagine. Before long he’ll realize that he should have paid attention to the old tales and carried a club.

Darkness threatens to overwhelm not only Paddlelump, but the entire realm. With a little luck, a strange bird, a feisty waitress, and some sturdy friends, maybe, just maybe, Padd will survive to eat another meal at Trip Trap’s diner. It’s enough to make the troll want to crawl under his bridge, if he can manage to keep it out of the clutches of greedy politicians