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blogs throughout the U.S. and international regions talking about his
phenomenal new action/adventure/suspense novel that critics are calling
“Fascinating. Intricate. Intelligent.”
Hanson has lived in places
that grew him – from a small Idaho farm town, a run-down neighborhood in
St. Louis, and a middle-class southern California community to Sydney,
Australia and Bucharest, Romania. His experiences are as varied as the
places he’s lived. He says, “I have a hopper of ‘reality’ including
being a volunteer jail chaplain and flying with a U.S. presidential
candidate in his small plane when an engine conked out. And all of this
is fodder for my writing.”
In Sealed Up, UCLA
anthropologist Nathan Hill, is in a funk since his young wife’s death,
and learns of staggering millennia-old chronicles sealed up somewhere in
a Mesoamerica cliff. This bombshell rocks him out of his gloom, and he
leads a clandestine expedition to uncover them. What are they? Who put
them there? No one knows. But, self-absorbed televangelist Brother Luke,
who funds the expedition, thinks he does. If he’s right, his
power-hunger will have off-the-charts gratification.
Striking
Audra Chang joins Nathan in his pursuit and brings her own shocking
secret. As they struggle through a literal jungle of puzzles and dead
ends, she finds herself falling in love with Nathan. Her secret, though,
may make that a non-starter.
When a shaman with a thirst for
human sacrifice, and a murderous Mexican drug lord with a mysterious
connection to Brother Luke emerge, the expedition appears doomed. Yet
Nathan is convinced that fate—or something—demands these inscrutable
chronicles be unearthed.
And if they are . . . what shattering disruption will they unleash?
Intricately
layered and remarkably researched, this enthralling suspense-driven and
thought provoking tour de force begs a startling question: Could it happen?
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Monday, December 26, 2016
Monday, December 19, 2016
Cat O' Nine Tales by Krystal Lawrence
Title:
Cat O’ Nine Tales
Author: Krystal Lawrence
Publisher: Telemachus Press
Pages: 284
Genre: Horror/Suspense
Author: Krystal Lawrence
Publisher: Telemachus Press
Pages: 284
Genre: Horror/Suspense
What happens when you pursue your dreams into the desert after dark?
Beware the man borne of your imagination. He could seek vengeance on the one who created him.
Visit a bookstore offering a most alluring and sinister service.
Journey to the dark side with ten twisted tales of horror, malevolence, and the truly uncanny.
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On an overcast Tuesday, Brianna awoke to a commotion out on her back
patio in the early morning hours. Glancing at the clock next to her bed, she
saw it was just after sunrise.
Having no idea what all the racket was, Brianna flung open the window
shade in her bedroom. Taking in the unbelievable scene playing out below her in
the backyard, she stumbled away from the window and screamed.
Literally hundreds of birds were whirling in a dizzying cloud on her
lawn. They formed a tight sphere and appeared to be pecking and clawing at
something caught between them. Brianna had never seen so many birds at once.
The way they were moving together in that frenzied dance was worse than
anything from even Tippi Hedren’s worst nightmare.
All were converging on an unknown victim, in a blinding array of colors,
shapes and sizes. Brianna could not see where one bird ended and another began.
Their claws were working, their beaks snapping, and God help whatever was
caught in the middle of the murderous orb they had formed.
She ran from the bedroom, taking the stairs two at a time.
As she approached the
back door she heard the mad cacophony of thousands of beating wings.
Bartholomew hissed and charged between Brianna’s feet and up the stairs,
retreating to the safety of her bedroom.
Brianna cautiously opened the curtains on the back door. She watched in
dumbstruck horror as the colorful shroud of madly pecking birds elevated into
the sky. It was impossible to see if her trio of crows was a part of that
insane roaring tapestry.
Brianna collapsed against the door as the thick veil of screaming
feathers flew over the house and due south. Just as they were ascending over
the trees, Brianna uttered an anguished moan.
Peeking from between all those madly rushing bodies was Rob’s staring
face. It was frozen in a death mask and covered in dozens of bleeding
scratches. Where his right eye should have been was only a bloody gaping hole.
She saw this grisly scene for only a few seconds before the birds disappeared
over the horizon.
With shaking hands Brianna unlocked the back door and
stepped out onto her patio. Apart from several brightly colored feathers lying
on the patio and strewn about the yard, there remained no evidence of the
unspeakable horror she had just witnessed.
She plucked a single sleek black feather from the Dogwood tree and
staggered back onto the patio. Falling into a chair, she called weakly, “Hey,
crows. Are you guys here?”
The morning remained eerily still, and silent as a tomb.
Her feeder sat empty and there was nothing perched in any of the bushes or
trees. For the first time since she moved in, there was not a single bird
anywhere in Brianna Douglas’s yard.
Eyes glazed over in shock, Brianna sat slumped against
the table for several minutes. When the doorbell rang, she recoiled as though a
canon had been fired next to her head.
Sucking in harsh gasps of air, she rose on wobbly legs
and made her way to the front door. She did not recognize her visitors, but
began shaking uncontrollably when she saw a police car parked in her driveway.
Convinced Rob’s body had already been found, she was sure the men on her
porch were there to arrest her. She was the only person alive with a motive to
kill him. It would, of course, be futile to try and explain to the authorities
what fate had actually befallen him. Who in their right mind would believe it?
She barely believed it herself. Brianna hoped Paula knew a good criminal
defense attorney.
Neither of the two men waiting at her front door wore a
police uniform. They were in business suits. Brianna steeled herself for their
accusations and opened the door.
They smiled politely and held up their badges for her
inspection. “Mrs. Douglas?”
Unable to trust herself to speak, Brianna nodded.
“I am Detective Ramirez, and this is my partner Detective
Soames. We are sorry to disturb you at this hour, but we have reason to believe
your life may be in danger.”
This was not what she was expecting to hear. For several
seconds she did nothing but look back and forth between the two men, her brow
knitted in confusion. Finally, Brianna whispered, “What?”
“Ma’am, we received a phone call this morning from a
woman named Ariel Forbes. She claimed that her boyfriend——your ex-husband,
Robert Douglas, was on his way over to your house with a gun. According to Ms.
Forbes, he was planning to kill you. We put out an APB on his vehicle and it
was located about a block from here. We were afraid we might have been too
late. Have you seen or heard from Mr. Douglas today?”
Brianna shook her head. Tears welled in her eyes and she
sagged against the door frame. The detective who had done all the talking put a
supportive arm around her waist.
He said sympathetically, “I know this is a lot to absorb. May we come
in? We don’t want to leave you alone until Mr. Douglas is apprehended. There
are officers and a canine unit in the area looking for him. It’s only a matter
of time before we catch him.”
Brianna allowed the officers inside. She looked nervously
toward the backyard, but all was quiet there.
Brianna offered the detectives coffee, but her hands were shaking so
badly she spilled the grounds all over the floor. Detective Soames wiped them
up while Ramirez got the coffee pot going. Brianna excused herself to get
dressed and went upstairs to her bedroom.
The full impact of what the detectives had told her hit
her like a ton of bricks and she collapsed onto the bed. She now understood
what this morning’s hellish occurrence was all about. The birds had saved her
life. Equally amazing; the skinny, anorexic bitch alerted the cops to Rob’s
plans in an effort to spare Brianna from his wrath. She supposed she should
thank her.
Robert Douglas’s body was never found. His disappearance was
investigated and even made news headlines. The case was listed as unsolved in
the police archives. His fate remained a mystery to everyone. Only Brianna knew
the truth.
Eventually the birds returned to her yard——all except the crows. Brianna
waited for them every morning and left toast for them on the grass, but they
did not show up.
After several months, Brianna accepted that they probably weren’t coming
back. She missed them a great deal.
She reasoned they had been her
guardian angels, and once they saved her from Rob, their job was done.
It was a pleasant surprise when the following summer she
found a sparkling seashell waiting for her at the edge of the patio one
morning.
She shaded her eyes against the sun and peered up into the Dogwood. The
crows weren’t there.
That was okay. She smiled and held up the shell anyway. “Thanks, this is
very pretty. Come back and see me, okay? I miss you guys.”
The next morning Brianna
awoke to the familiar sound of the crows cawing, and looked out the window to
see all three of them waiting patiently for their toast on the lawn.
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Sealed Up by Steve Dunn Hanson
The Da Vinci Code unsettles. SEALED UP shakes to the core!
UCLA anthropologist Nathan Hill, in a funk since his young
wife’s death, learns of staggering
millennia-old chronicles sealed up somewhere in a Mesoamerica cliff. This bombshell rocks him out of his gloom, and he leads a clandestine expedition to uncover them. What are they? Who put them there? No one knows. But, self-absorbed televangelist Brother Luke, who funds the expedition, thinks he does. If he’s right, his power-hunger will have off-the-charts gratification.
millennia-old chronicles sealed up somewhere in a Mesoamerica cliff. This bombshell rocks him out of his gloom, and he leads a clandestine expedition to uncover them. What are they? Who put them there? No one knows. But, self-absorbed televangelist Brother Luke, who funds the expedition, thinks he does. If he’s right, his power-hunger will have off-the-charts gratification.
Striking Audra Chang joins Nathan in his pursuit and brings
her own shocking secret. As they struggle through a literal jungle of puzzles
and dead ends, she finds herself falling in love with Nathan. Her secret,
though, may make that a non-starter.
When a shaman with a thirst for human sacrifice, and a
murderous Mexican drug lord with a mysterious connection to Brother Luke
emerge, the expedition appears doomed. Yet Nathan is convinced that fate—or
something—demands these inscrutable chronicles be unearthed.
And if they are . . . what shattering disruption will they
unleash?
Intricately layered and
remarkably researched, this enthralling suspense-driven and thought provoking
tour de force begs a startling question: Could it happen?
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“How much farther?” Paul’s shirt was soaked from
sweat.
Itzel looked at him and laughed. “Just like
Torrance, huh?” Paul rolled his eyes.
“The cenote.” Ichika pointed to a
three-foot-wide path that was recently cut through the brush. They followed it
as it turned to the left then sharply to the right. The sinkhole loomed in
front of them. The water, a huge blue sapphire, sparkled 15 feet below. Thick
emerald-green growth reached down the sinkhole’s sides, but where they were
standing, the vegetation had been cleared all the way to the water’s surface.
Paul stood at the cenote’s edge and
stared down into the bowl. “You slipped here, you’d go all the way in.”
Itzel shuddered and pulled back; thoughts of her
father overwhelming her. Was this what it was like where he fell? She
trembled and turned away from the cenote. “Let’s leave.”
Paul looked at her and understood. He almost
said something about his stupidity, but decided one foot in his mouth was
enough. He motioned for Ichika to take them back the way they came. He put his
arm around Itzel, and she leaned her head against him.
“Where are the ruins?” Paul asked. Ichika didn’t
say anything, just pointed ahead. The brush and ferns that surrounded them were
head high and prevented their seeing anything except along the trail. As they
turned to go to where they first entered the path, Kish’s men stood waiting.
Ikan, Muluc, and Yochi had machetes, and Gukumatz held a tranquilizer gun.
Paul and Itzel stopped. Ichika, her eyes
fastened on the ground, kept going until she stood on the other side of the
men. She turned back toward Itzel but wouldn’t look at her. “What’s going on?”
Paul demanded in Spanish as he stepped in front of Itzel. Gukumatz raised his
gun and shot a dart into Paul’s stomach. Paul flinched at the pain and looked
down at his stomach. “What the ....” Paul yanked the dart out and threw it on
the ground. A small circle of blood soaked through his shirt. He lunged at
Gukumatz and swung his forearm around catching him on the bridge of his nose.
Blood spurted from Gukumatz’s nostrils as he fell to the ground; a gash flaring
open on top of his nose. Ikan and Yochi dropped their machetes and jumped Paul.
“What are you doing?” Itzel yelled in Lacandón.
“Where is Kish?” Muluc grabbed her and threw his arm around her neck, holding
her from behind.
“Don’t you hurt her!” Ichika screamed, as she
advanced on him. Gukumatz stood up and wiped his nose with his sleeve; blood
soaking through his shirt to his skin. His stare at Paul was chilling, and he
swore at him in Spanish. Paul tried to get up to come at him. It was all the
two men could do to keep him down even though his strength was ebbing. Gukumatz
turned away from Paul and pulled a cartridge and a dart from the bag on his
shoulder and loaded them into his gun. He walked to Itzel and shoved Ichika
aside. He lowered the gun and shot the dart into Itzel’s stomach. She flinched
at the pain and stared at Gukumatz. “You pig!” she spat.
Within a few minutes Paul and Itzel were
unconscious. Gukumatz pulled the GPS trackers from their belts, turned them
off, and slammed them against a rock. He grunted as he picked up Itzel and
slung her across his shoulder. The other three men lifted Paul. They headed to
the platform ruins.
The place of sacrifice.
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
Dominion by Doug Hewitt
Title: DOMINION: FIRE AND ICE
Author: D.A. Hewitt
Publisher: Double Dragon eBooks
Pages: 372
Genre: Science Fiction
Author: D.A. Hewitt
Publisher: Double Dragon eBooks
Pages: 372
Genre: Science Fiction
It’s the year 2075. Lunar mining and processing facilities
have prospered near the lunar south pole, where the Moon’s largest city, Valhalla,
rests on the rim of the Shackleton Crater.
Dominion Off-Earth Resources has beaten the competition into
space and is ready to establish its monopoly with the opening of the orbiting
space resort Dominion. But Pettit Space Industries has a secret plan to emerge
as a major contender in the commercialization of space. The upstart company is
training the first space rescue squad at a secluded off-grid site in Barrow, Alaska.
The rescue squad gets nearly more than it can handle when
its first mission involves the Pope, who’s traveling to the Moon to establish
the Lunar See. During the rescue attempt, they discover Earth is imperiled by
an asteroid large enough to cause mass extinction. Using the unique skills
taught during their training, skills emphasized by the great psychoanalyst Carl
Jung, these Jungi Knights must elevate their game if they are to save both the
Earth and the Pope—while not getting killed in the process.
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The girl shook her head impatiently,
the ponytail swaying back and forth. “You don’t recognize me?” she asked.
I looked closer. “I’m not up on the
latest supermodel scene,” I told her, “and I haven’t seen many movies lately.”
“Supermodel? Movies? What on Earth are
you talking about?”
“You seem to think I should recognize
you. I assume you’re a model or an actress, someone who would be easily
recognized.”
She whispered something under her
breath, and having a modest ability to read lips, thought she’d said, What an idiot. “I’m Jessica Thibideau.”
I thought Julia was going to leap out
of her chair and try to strangle the girl. I reached over and laid my hand on
her forearm with as much reassurance as I could muster.
Julia reached over, grabbed the back of
my neck, pulled my head down, leaned in, and whispered, “She runs the science
departments in DOER’s space program. She’s the daughter of Benjamin Thibideau.”
“Oh,” I whispered. “Yes, of course I’ve
heard of her. Never seen a picture, though. Why would she assume I’d recognize
her?”
“Even in the Ural Mountains, I’ve seen news pics of the famous
Jessica Thibideau. Her spaceship designs incorporate integrated shielding
generators. She’s responsible for the explosion of industry in space.”
“And on the Moon,” I added. “Maybe I have seen her picture. She looks
different in person.”
Jessica Thibideau began tapping her
toe. “If you don’t mind, I have things to do.” She waved her arm in a wide
sweeping movement. “And in case you haven’t noticed, we have a problem here.”
I began straightening myself but Julia
grabbed my wrist. “Be careful,” she whispered. “Her company practically buried
yours. Some say the stress is what killed your father.”
“Yeah, well, my dad worked too hard.”
I pulled away and straightened myself
in my chair and folded my hands in front of me on the table. “Are you referring
to the street music?”
She snorted. “Of course. What are you,
some kind of joker?”
“Just trying to communicate.”
She reached up and pinched her nose,
equalizing pressure. “You stole my asteroid retrieval drone.”
My reaction caught me by surprise. I
jerked back as though jolted by a cattle prod such was my surprise at being
accused of something so off my radar that she may very well have accused me of
being an alien in disguise. “What?” I managed to eke out.
“You must’ve sanctioned it, at least.
There are only two players in space—DOER and PSI. And DOER wouldn’t steal from
itself.”
“Are you accusing me of something?”
“A DOER asteroid interceptor-collector
drone has gone missing. Not only that, a dummy drone was left in its place to
camouflage the theft. Now tell me, Mr. Pettit, how many companies have the
capacity to handle what an interceptor-collector drone can deliver?”
I held up two fingers, eyebrows raised
with uncertainty.
She stared as though trying to melt me
with her glare. After a few moments, she made a sound that resembled harrumph and placed her hands on her
hips. “Anibal Sanchez is your stooge, right?”
She
throws out big tomatoes and observes your reaction.
I realized that this woman believed she
possessed the skill to discern changes in blood pressure, eye dilation, and
other change indicators that revealed when a person was lying.
Interesting.
“Never heard the name before,” I told
her. “And now that I’ve answered your question, Miss Thibideau, I’ll tell you
that you’re in no position to judge me. You don’t know me, and I doubt you have
the depth of field to see clear
enough for me to even want to have a conversation with you.”
“We all make judgments constantly,” she
shot back. “You’re judging me right now.”
“You’re the one who barged in on us.”
She took a step to her left, then to
her right. She placed her hand on her chin, opened her mouth, then
finger-tapped the side of her head. She looked like a frenzied shopper who’d
lost her shopping list and was trying to recall each item in the order in which
they appeared.
She reached up and pinched her nose.
Instead of finding it annoying, I found myself attracted to it.
Here,
let me help …
Finally she stopped fidgeting and
looked at me. “Mr. Pettit, allow me to apologize, please. I just got back from Valhalla, and I’ve got a bit of the jitters.
I’m jumping at conclusions.”
“I hear jitters can be a common problem
for space-goers,” I said. I reached over and nudged a chair away from the
table. “Have a seat.”
Julia jabbed me with her elbow. I
leaned over and whispered, “Let’s see how much information we can get.” Then I
kissed her neck and this seemed to appease her.
Jessica Thibideau glanced back at her
sedan. “All right. I am starving.”
She sat and whispered a command that brought up a translucent eight-panel
octagonal grid interface that encircled her.
Impressive.
But where’s the projector? An implant? No—more likely embedded in clothing.
Signorina Thibideau twirled her finger and
jabbed at one of the displays on the panel to her left. She glanced at me.
“How’s the pizza here?”
“Out of this world,” I said, trying to
suppress the corner of my mouth from rising slightly. I failed.
Jessica closed her eyes, sighed, then
placed her order.
Julia leaned in and whispered, “She
seems flighty to me.”
“Jitters is typically temporary.”
“Permanent jitters, in her case, if you ask me,” Julia
commented.
Kracken by Ray Ellis
Title:
KRACKEN
Author: Ray Ellis
Publisher: NCC Publishing LLC
Pages: 367
Genre: Inspirational Science Fiction
Author: Ray Ellis
Publisher: NCC Publishing LLC
Pages: 367
Genre: Inspirational Science Fiction
The year is 135 New Reckoning. A Godless world is rebuilding itself.
When a stranger from Mike Stone’s past appears on his doorstep, his ordinary life is suddenly and violently destroyed. Mike’s past has come back to haunt him. Now with his family attacked and his home destroyed, Mike finds himself running for his life through a jungle-planet filled with terrors and a monster known only as the Kracken.
In the midst of the chaos, Ted Waters launches his plan for domination. In a post-apocalyptic world, Waters sets himself up as the sole leader of the emerging world government. Using children as slaves, he mines a new narcotic used to subdue the people’s will.
Kracken, the story of two men, two opinions and two bases of power set on a collision path. When the two collide, Mike finds himself confronted by the God he thought he left behind.
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Chapter One
The village square was busy. Moist streets and the smell of sweat and dirt, mixed with the aroma of raw sewage, hung heavy in the air. Dirty-faced children played in the streets, and escaped animals ran under foot. Skipp Langg had come to find the needed components to finish the project that he was working on.
Skipp stopped, pretending this time to study a set of sonic amplifiers. He looked back the way he had come. The lone figure stopped as well. Now he was sure he was being followed. He rubbed his chin. He wasn’t sure by whom or why, but he was sure whoever it was or for whatever reason, it wasn’t good.
Tossing his raven-colored braid over his shoulder, Skipp used the occasion to scan the area more thoroughly. Nothing. Where are you guys?
He grimaced and spoke into his wrist communicator, “Jonas! Jay! Anybody!” He let his gaze travel over the sea of faces, studying them. He looked at the walls again. He swore. Signal must be blocked. His gaze shifted upward, tracing the canyon-like walls of the buildings in the inner city.
Since being let go by The Company, Skipp had made his home in the underground; the subterranean world, which had evolved in the abandoned subway systems that ran for over 4700 kilometers in length and more than 2.5 kilometers beneath the city streets. After years of no contact, Jonas had left a video message, calling in an old debt, urging Skipp to meet him that
afternoon in the city. Now he was wondering if coming had been the best decision. He called again; still no answer.
Closing the connection, Skipp glanced over his shoulder again and then burst into flight, hoping to draw his pursuers out into the open. As he did, he realized his plan had worked, if only too well. Lowering his head, he simply ran. Rounding a corner, he came to a skidding stop; he had run into a dead-end alley.
Skipp turned—too late. Behind him, blocking the mouth of the alley stood four very large men and one smaller figure whom Skipp took to be their leader. With slow, purposed steps, the men made their approach.
“Jonas,” Skipp called frantically into his wrist-com. “Jonas, now would be a good time to show up.” Despite the cool breeze and damp weather, beads of sweat rolled down Skipp’s aquiline face.
The group was near enough now that Skipp could see their faces. The five figures continued to close the distance between themselves and Skipp, fanning out in a half circle as they advanced. Suddenly, one of them pulled a handheld energy weapon from his pocket, an IMR/S457-Agitator. The weapon banned from legal sale had long been outlawed, even for military use. The energy beam did more than just kill its victim but was designed to torment as well. The beam attacked the central nervous system, disrupting the brain’s electrical activity, increasing the body’s core temperature. This would cause the brain to swell simultaneously, triggering violent muscle spasms. Finally, due to increasing pressure and contractions, the victim’s heart and other vital organs would simply implode.
As the man leveled the weapon on Skipp, he smiled, exposing broken, yellowed and missing teeth. “After all I he’rd about you, I thought you’d be smar’er than this.” He gestured with the weapon indicating the alley. “To allow yerself to be trapped in a blind alley. Too bad though.” He began to laugh. “You don’t get to learn from your lil’l mistake.”
Skipp could see the man’s dirt encrusted finger tightening on the trigger. “Wait!” It was all he could think to say.
“What, you want to beg first? Not that it’ll do ya any good.” The man continued laughing. “Hey, boys, he wants ta beg fer his life. Shall we let him beg or should we just kill em?”
“Oh, let him beg first. Who knows, he might even make me laugh, too,” the second of the large men said. Then turning a fiery gaze on Skipp, he said, “I’m not as easily amused as my friend is though.”
Skipp’s words came quickly, “You don’t have to do this. How much you getting paid for this? I’ll double it.” His hazel-blue eyes dancing all over the alley looking for something—anything that might be used in his defense. “You have me at a disadvantage.” He managed a nervous smile. “At least tell me who you’re working for. A man should at least know why he’s being killed.”
A third man spoke, “Our client just wants him dead. Didn’t say nothing about keep’n him pretty. I say we have some fun first.”
“Wait, fellas,” Skipp said slowly, lowering his hands.
The third man grabbed Skipp by his collar and threw him against the wall. Skipp slid to the ground, the side of his face landing in a thin puddle of rancid water. With his hands beneath him, Skipp worked frantically to remove his wrist communicator. Just as he pulled it from his wrist, he was kicked hard in his side. Along with a burst of air forced from his lungs, he felt several ribs crack.
As he lay there fighting for breath, Skipp could see his attackers. The smallest of the group stood back; Skipp assumed he was the lookout, though why they would need one, he couldn’t figure out. No one would interrupt them. Trying to force himself up, his breathing became labored; each intake brought with it a stab of searing, white-hot pain.
“Come on, get up, pretty boy. You’re not done yet,” the man said as he jerked Skipp from the ground and held him level with his face. Skipp’s feet dangled several inches above the ground. “Look at me,” the man bellowed into Skipp’s face, flecks of sour spittle spattering him.
Skipp winced before staring defiantly at the man. Taking a breath, he settled himself then spat in the man’s face. He grimaced. He knew this was going to hurt.
Roaring like a mad bear, the man flung Skipp all the way across the alley, slamming him off the far wall like a child’s play thing.
This time Skipp was expecting it; in fact, he hoped that it would happen. He was ready. Twisting as he flew, he managed to absorb the impact on his side. Lying on the ground, he finished connecting the new components to the energy cell in his wrist-com.
Staggering to his feet, Skipp defied the men. “So, you gonna let this brute beat me to death and cheat you out of using your toy.” Blood ran from Skipp’s nose and mouth, his eyes swollen nearly shut, each breath coming rough and ragged. He stepped toward the men, antagonizing them. “Go ahead,” Skipp yelled at the man, then closed his eyes and lunged forward. “Shoot me!”
The man fired.
At that precise moment, Skipp pressed the activator switch on his wrist-com. There was a bright flash and an accompanying blast, which threw him backwards, slamming him into a row of partially filled trash barrels. He felt the air rushing out of his lungs as his world suddenly began to grow dark.
Moments passed.
Struggling to his knees, Skipp willed himself back from the brink of unconsciousness. Grasping desperately, trying to catch that elusive first breath, he celebrated the fact that he wasn’t dead.
Skipp looked up to see all five of the would-be assassins struggling to regain their footing. Overcome by the intensity of the optical burst, and unprepared for the backblast, the assailants had momentarily lost consciousness. Skipp made a mental note of the unexpected bonus and continued his struggle toward the mouth of the alley and freedom.
Willing his legs to obey, Skipp began in his best imitation of a man running but looking more like a common drunk after too many last drinks. Slowly, strength returned and just as he staggered past the last of the fallen men, he felt a hand close around his ankle.
He fell—hard.
With his body not fully recovered, he landed face first onto the murky pavement, his ribs screaming in protest. Dragging his breath through gritted teeth, Skipp turned to see the business end of another weapon, an optical neutralizer pointed directly at his head. Then the barrel swung away.
The cloaked figure turned and fired on the four other men, who in their weakened state, realized too late that they, and not Skipp, were the intended target. The men fell backwards, moaning and screaming, enraged and in pain. Their optical nerves seared, blindness claimed them.
The fifth and considerably smaller of the assailants turned his attention back to Skipp. The weapon leveled at him, directing Skipp to the back wall of the alley. The assailant stood, blocking any possible chance of escape.
As the assailant removed the hooded mask, Skipp realized to his amazement, that the fifth man was actually a woman, a fact lost to him during the earlier stress. “What?” A look of unbelief and confusion washed across his youthful face. “What are you doing here?” was all he could manage.
“Looks like I’m saving your rear end,” she said smugly. “And good thing, too, you were about to run into the rest of this squad. There’s Mercs all over the square.”
Skipp could see, now that she had taken off the too-big-for-her mercenary’s uniform, that although not a pretty girl, she had a strong athletic body and a confidence that gave her a certain attractiveness. Remembering himself and feeling slightly embarrassed at being saved by a female, Skipp tried bravado. “Well, I had everything under control. I was just about to—”
“—Get yourself killed and ruin an entire day’s work for me,” she said waving off his comment. “I saw these guys tracking you and was just about to make contact when you decided to run into this blind alley.” She couldn’t help smiling.
Skipp could feel his cheeks turning red. He looked away, pretending to check the burnt-out wrist communicator. “Not that I’m not grateful, but who are you anyway? So, I suppose I’m your prisoner now?”
She laughed. “Prisoner? You are full of yourself, aren’t you? No, Skipp, you’re no prisoner of mine. Jonas sent me in here to find you before these guys did. You almost messed that up.”
At that moment, a chirping noise came from her pocket. She answered her communicator with a crisp military tone, “Julie here.”
“Who is—” Skipp had tried to ask, but was stopped by an upraised hand.
“Copy. Setting position now. ETA?”
A rope ladder fell along the back wall, causing both Julie and Skipp to look up. Above the rim of the building, just over the rooftop, they could see Jay waving and speaking into a communicator. “How about right now,” said a voice with a Caribbean accent and a widening smile.
Behind them, the four men began thrashing wildly, a barrage of profanities flooding the quiet of the alley. Julie stopped to kick aside the discarded weapons, taking the IMR/S457-Agitator with her. “How did you get past those guys,” Skipp asked, stepping aside and offering her first up on the ladder.
“No way, pretty-boy, up you go,” she said, tucking the weapon in her belt. “I didn’t go through all this just to watch you get whacked while I’m climbing a ladder. Now store your chauvinistic attitude and climb the rope.”
“Some people call it chivalry, but—”
“You know, I really don’t care what you call it. Move your hiney before I carry you up.”
She was smiling, but something about her stance made Skipp believe she was serious, and looking at her, he believed she could.
Monday, December 12, 2016
S.H.I.N.E. and WIN: 5 Keys to Conquer the Fear of Failure
Title:
S.H.I.N.E. and WIN: 5 Keys to Conquer the Fear of Failure
Author: L.T. Lewis
Publisher: Kick Boxing Believers, L.L.C.
Pages: 18
Genre: Nonfiction Success/Self-Help
Author: L.T. Lewis
Publisher: Kick Boxing Believers, L.L.C.
Pages: 18
Genre: Nonfiction Success/Self-Help
If you feel stuck in a mediocre life and
you can’t seem to break free, be inspired by the guidance of L.T. Lewis in
S.H.I.N.E. and WIN: 5 Keys to Conquer the Fear of Failure. As a Spiritual Strategist, Coach and
Entrepreneur, L.T. utilizes time-tested truths and spiritual secrets to help
women identify the fears and beliefs that are keeping them boxed into an
ordinary life. To live the life you
desire, rise above your obstacles, SHINE and WIN.
Launched at #8 on Amazon in Success Self
Help.
S.H.I.N.E. and WIN: 5 Keys to Conquer the Fear of Failure is available at Amazon
Book Excerpt:
I am in the industry of spiritual
empowerment and transformation. I got
started in this industry many years ago by accident, so to speak. By all indicators, I was living a good
life. I had focused all of energies on
advancing my career in order to adequately raise my children. My children were young adults, and after they
launched into their lives, I finally had an opportunity to sit and think; hey
what would I like to do with myself now?
What would I like to do in the next stage of my life?
I had to overcome a lot of limiting
beliefs in order to move forward after my divorce. All the limiting beliefs that I had to
address while I was moving up the career ladder and lost what I believed to be
my dream job. In particular the fear of
failure was at the core. The steps that
I had to take repeatedly to eradicate the fear of failure and authentically
live the out-of-the-box life I believe I was created to live. I decided to turn this journey into a
business, and that how Kick Boxing Believers, LLC, was born. Along the way, I have mentored hundreds of
women to do the same thing that I have done and live an authentic, transformed,
and fearless, out-of-the-box life!
This book is primarily for women who have
already achieved success in various areas of their lives, but they want
more. They want to live a more
out-of-the-box life instead of a life others expect them to live. They dream about doing more with their lives
and creating opportunities. After
reading this book, I want you to take away that failure in not something to be
feared or avoided. Actually, when it’s
viewed through the lens of faith, failure is simply a footstool to living an
out-of-the-box life.
There a better way to look at fear:
embrace it and use it to your advantage instead of your disadvantage. For example, when I lost what I felt was my
dream job, the situation looked like failure to me, and I also felt like a
complete failure. I had worked so hard
to get that position. After grieving
over the loss, I turned to my faith and took another look at the failure I was
experiencing. This failure was merely a
stepping stone to my next level of living the more authentic out-of-the-box
life I desired. Had I not lost that job,
I wouldn’t have started my business. So
failure is just part of the course.
PUYB Virtual Book Club Chats with 'Macaroni and Cheese for Thanksgiving' Cheryl C. Malandrinos
Cheryl C. Malandrinos is a freelance writer and editor. She is
the author of Little Shepherd and A Christmas Kindness. A blogger and book
reviewer, she lives in Massachusetts with her husband and two daughters. She
also has a son who is married.
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About the Book:
Ten-year-old Macy
is waiting for her grandparents to arrive on
Thanksgiving. When the front door
swings open, Grandma and Grandpa are covered with hugs and kisses. Crash! Everyone rushes in to find the dog
gnawing a meaty turkey leg. Can Macy’s quick thinking save dinner?Amazon | Barnes & Noble
Before you started writing your book, what kind of research
did you do to prepare yourself?
I performed online research about the first Thanksgiving for
this story.
Did you pursue publishers or did you opt to self-pub?
Guardian Angel Publishing (GAP), an independent publisher
out of St. Louis, published Macaroni and Cheese for Thanksgiving.
If published by a publisher, what was your deciding factor
in going with them?
They had published by first children’s picture book, Little Shepherd, in 2010. I love being
part of the GAP family and firmly believe in their mission: change the
world by investing in children, one child at a time.
If published by a publisher, are you happy with the price
they chose?
GAP offers competitive pricing on their books. Paperback
copies of Macaroni and Cheese for
Thanksgiving are available for $9.95 and a PDF download is only $5.00. You
can download the digital copy at http://www.guardianangelpublishing.com/mac-cheese.htm
Did you purposefully choose a distinct month to release your
book? Why?
The publisher dictates the release date, but because it is a
Thanksgiving book it was released in November.
How did you choose your cover?
Talented artist Marina Movshina
created the cover art based upon something that happens in the story. She has
created artwork for numerous GAP books and I am honored she agreed to work on Macaroni and Cheese for Thanksgiving.
Did you write your book then revise or revise as you went?
Like most of my projects, I write out a first draft and then
revise. It’s easier when you’re talking picture books, but I also find that I
don’t accomplish as much on my longer projects when I try to revise as I go
either.
Did you come up with special swag for your book and how are
you using it to help get the word out about your book?
Not yet. Bookmarks are a neat idea I would like to explore.
Depends on the budget if I expand to other things.
Did you consider making or hiring someone to make a book
trailer for your book? If so, what’s the
link?
I’ll be producing the trailer. I used to work for Pump Up Your Book, so I am familiar
with creating book trailers.
What’s your opinion on giving your book away to sell other
copies of your book?
If the giveaway copies turn into reviews it can be
successful. My own experience as a blogger has been that you receive more books
than you can realistically review in a year—many unsolicited—so I would limit
the number of giveaway copies.
What are three of the most important things you believe an
author should do before their book is released?
1.
Create an online presence. I began
blogging in 2007, three years before my first book came out. I quickly realized
that in order to generate interest, I needed to help out other writers by
displaying their work on my blogs. The great thing about doing that: when my
first book came out in 2010, I had close to 70 blog stops on my virtual book
tour. Writers reciprocate.
2.
Create a relationship with other authors
in your publishing house. I’m lucky to be part of a small publishing family where
most of us know each other—if not in person, then definitely online. For years
before I was published, I reviewed books by other GAP authors. Not only did
that allow me to get to know what GAP was looking for in books, it allowed me
to build relationships with their authors. We truly are a family. That type of
support is important.
3.
Reach out to bloggers who read books like
yours and see if they will review your book once it arrives. Release day can be
a frantic, so get everything set up ahead of time. Then you can simply mail out
copies once they arrive.
What are three of the most important things you believe an
author should do after their book is released?
1.
TELL PEOPLE! Announce it online using
social media to promote your new release.
2.
Set up a virtual book tour or hire a company to set one up for you. Book
reviews and online exposure are very important. I used to be in the business
and I’ve seen the impact virtual book tours can have.
3.
Reach out to your local community. One of
the things I didn’t go a good job of when Little
Shepherd came out is tell my local friends and neighbors about it. I was so
focused online that I forgot about the people in my own backyard. Send a press
release to the local paper and see if they will do an interview. See if your
library will host a book reading or if they have plans for a local authors
event. Check out your public access channel or weekly paper for news of
community events where you might be able to sell your book.
What kind of pre-promotion did you do before the book came
out?
I was much better prepared when my last two books came out—Little Shepherd (2010) and A Christmas Kindness (2012) than I was
this time around. I’m a full-time real estate agent now, so that can interfere
with book promotion time. Thankfully, there are sites like TweetDeck and Hootsuite to help me manage my social media
accounts. I’ve also used Buffer to
pre-schedule social media posts.
I’ve been talking about Macaroni
and Cheese for Thanksgiving online since learning of its release and all
the people at my church know. I have a home office, so there are copies hanging
around when friends drop by. That helps too.
Do you have a long term plan with your book?
Like my previous books, Macaroni
and Cheese for Thanksgiving is seasonal. Though they will sell anytime of
the year, the big push is around that particular holiday. I usually hold a
virtual book tour once a year around that holiday and look to be featured on
more blogs those times of year. In addition, I bring copies of my book with me
to our annual Christmas bazaar at church.
What would you like to say to your readers and fans about
your book?
Thanks for all your support through the years. It’s
wonderful to know readers enjoy my books. It’s a humbling experience and a true
blessing.
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