Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Excerpt & Giveaway: Specular by L.K Brooks-Simpson

L.K Brooks-Simpson
Publication date: August 16th 2018
Genres: Superhero, Young Adult
The first installment of the IXI COMICS series by author L.K BROOKS-SIMPSON
This novel is of the fantasy/superhero fiction genre and tackles some important implications of mental health and Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID).
Imagine being afraid to fall asleep in fear that you will not wake up to the life you know. This is exactly what Tre Moon experienced at nine years old. He awakes to his second dissociative identity having set his house aflame. With his home ruined and his parents murdered at his own hands, he is sentenced to trial for a life sentence. Young Tre Moon is forced to walk a path that will change his life forever.
When seventeen year old Tre comes into contact with a prohibited substance called Colloidal Supersilver his life will change forever when he finds out he has the ability to change how light refracts from his body. His new powers come with new challenges to an already complicated life, having battled Dissociative Identity Disorder for the majority of his youth.
Follow the origin story of IXI COMICS first hero as he becomes Indiana’s newest vigilante, Specular! In a city full of crime, recession, drug underlords and other mysterious vigilante’s, the legend of Tre Moon will unfold, all the while, his dark past tries to catch up with him…

Camera 1 - (Traphouse entrance) 21:46pm
“Yo, what time is it?”
“Nowhere near the end of our shift, I’ll tell you that much.”
“That’s not what I f*%#ing asked man. Anyway, I’m finishing up early today, I clock in at the nightclub by the beach soon.”
“So, another bodyguard is taking the night shift?”
“How comes Lancis asked you to bouncer at the club and not me?”
“Two reasons probably.”
“Go on, smart ass.”
“Firstly, cos nobody in this place pays to get in when I’m guarding the door.”
“I’d do the same sh*t man. He’s the one paying my bills at the end of the day.”
“And two. I call him Chef, not Lancis. It’s a respect thing, homie.”
“You’re a damn suck up, have I ever told you that?”
“That’s why you gonna be down here in this damn trap while I’ll be letting in all the sexy women. Have you seen the kind of babes down at the coast?”
“I wonder how you’ll feel if I told your baby momma about what you’re up to tonight?”
“Tell her? I hope she’s damn well there to see it herself. Ungrateful gold digger.”
“Hey kiss ass, get the door.”
“I am. Someone has gotta do the work here. Chef gonna dismiss yo’ ass soon, mark my words.”
“Yeah, in your f*#%ing dreams. I was appointed to this trap by Maximov himself.”
“Yeah I used to bodyguard for the Bolivians main base.”
“So, you’ve met Maximov huh? What’s he like, is he as big and bad as they say he is?”
“You know what; he’s actually a chill guy. But when I say do not, I mean do not, mess with his money… Who the f*%# are you—”
With one light swarmed punch, the bodyguard who answered the door was knocked backwards with such force, he was forced from his feet. The second guard looked back and forth, perhaps expecting some sort of monster to emerge from the doorway, but to his astonishment a hooded figure wearing a cap came instead. Both guards had a considerable amount of height on the hooded boy and were at least double his width and it was this continued underestimation that lay wake to the next lumbering attack. The second bodyguard swung at the hooded assailant with everything he had, but the boy proved too swift. A wave of light followed every movement and when he swung back, the wave of light that came with his strike, gave him strength deceiving for his size.
Another punch landed and yet another bodyguard was floored.
“Argh!” The first guard had found a way to his feet and had begun charging at the hooded boy. In a moment that would not have been believed possible unless a camera had caught the footage, the boy grabbed the incoming bull by the collar and threw him over his head as if he was a rag doll. Three hundred pounds went flying into the wall behind and three second later the boy had his breath back.

Camera 2 – (Hallway 1) 22:02pm
The hooded boy proceeded from the fight scene and through a curved passage until he reached a single wooden door. He did not immediately proceed. Instead he put his hand outward and began observing the unfamiliar wavering effect emanating from his motions. It gifted him swiftness and lent him strength; the recompense, he suspected, of sacrificing his ordinary life. The boy pulled down his fleeced hoody, revealing a navy cap holding a tide of black waves. The beak cast a sinister shadow on the face below; a face intrigued by the power in the palm of his hands. The uninvited assailant did not look enraged or desperate; instead he looked calm and calculating. He pressed his ear to the door to hear what was happening in the next room. After he was content or perhaps discontent with the results, he descended to a heeled kneel. He then began muttering words to himself.
“Pay. They all have to pay. Like we did.”

Author Bio:
L.K. Brooks-Simpson is a native of London, England. He is an English Literature graduate and Film Production student.
Aside from his creative ventures, he is a strong supporter of philanthropy. He cites his biggest influences as J.R.R. Tolkien, Sanyika Shakur, J.K. Rowling, Tsugumi Ohba, Stan Lee and Maya Angelou, among many others.
Three sentences he would use to describe himself - A book is for the mind. Travel is for the heart. Family is for the soul.
Lara has always considered himself a student of literature and story form and for this reason, his taste is eclectic. Ranging from novels to manga - poems to screenwriting and even comic book story boards. Just as genres define certain works, there are a lot of elements that define his creative process. He has aspirations to write in many different genres.


Monday, January 21, 2019

Excerpt & Giveaway: A Prophecy Fulfilled by Andi O’Connor

A Prophecy Fulfilled
Andi O’Connor
(The Vaelinel Trilogy #3)
Publication date: December 9th 2018
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Paranormal
Regrouping after their escape from the Light Elves, Irewen and her companions fear the worst after black smoke plumes on the horizon. Allowing compassion to rule over reason, they ignore Finnwyn’s warning and return to Lilendvelle, hoping to help some of the survivors stranded in the city’s wake. Instead, they run into a trap.
Completely surrounded by an endless army of Drulaack, they fight for their lives, but their efforts aren’t enough. Irewen is captured and dragged into the heart of the Corrupter’s lair.
Having his prize, the others in the company are granted their freedom, but at a great cost: the one named in the prophecy who is meant to unite the elf forces and stand against the Corrupter is lost to the world – trapped beneath the Corrupter’s talons.
With the aid of his mother’s spirit, Brendell must now find a way to gather an alliance strong enough to march against the Corrupter and his army, but his time is running out. Each day that passes brings Irewen closer to death.
And the world closer to destruction.

Dark plumes of smoke billowed up from the horizon. Irewen tensed. The Somdyrr carrying her placed her gently on the ground. She hovered there for an instant before falling heavily to her knees. The cold from the freshly fallen snow radiated through her worn leather trousers to her skin beneath, quickly turning her legs numb, but she didn’t move. Her mind remained fixated on conjuring images of the terrors the elves in Lilendvelle must have experienced.
Despair filled her heart.
“We’re too late.” Her whisper dissipated into the still air, dying before it reached her companions’ ears. Irewen slumped her shoulders further forward in defeat. It didn’t matter if anyone had heard her. Their own thoughts would be echoing the same sentiment.
Coming to a stop beside her, Laegon put a hand on her shoulder. “Perhaps there are some survivors.”
“Yes,” she replied half-heartedly, knowing by Laegon’s deflated tone that he didn’t believe a single word he’d said.
Silence fell among the company, everyone doing their best to comprehend the Corrupter’s wrath.
After fleeing the Light Elves, Irewen and the others had allowed themselves two days in the northern mountains of Grelden to regroup and strategize before setting out once again for Lilendvelle. They’d left in hopes of warning Lord Greldir of the Corrupter and doing what they could to save the Light Elves from the creature’s destruction.
But they’d failed.
Staring at the black smoke continuing to spread like a noxious poison across the sky, Irewen couldn’t keep the twinge of guilt at bay. If only they’d returned to Lilendvelle the moment Glynnduil had revealed to them the details of the prophecy, perhaps they would have been in time to prevent the Corrupter’s attack.
“We might be able to find a few people who were able to escape the devastation,” she said, “but what good will that do? Aside from healing their injuries, what aid can we give them? We don’t have enough supplies for ourselves.”
“Wouldn’t healing them alone be worth our time?”
Irewen looked up at Laegon, ashamed she’d become so callous. She took his hand in hers and squeezed it gently. “Aye,” she replied, her heart melting at the relief evident in his large, brown eyes. “It would.”
He smiled down at her, the grime and dried blood covering his face seemed out of place against his delicate elven features. His struggles continued to wear on him, but he somehow
kept fighting. He continued to put everyone else’s problems before his own, even those of people he’d never met.
Truthfully, Irewen couldn’t decide if it was a good characteristic to have. Nevertheless, she greatly admired him for his resolve; something she had yet to discover for herself.
“I don’t think we should waste time actively searching for survivors,” Brendell offered. “I know it sounds rather cruel, but we need to remain focused on our task of dealing with the Corrupter. Thousands more lives can be taken by his hand while we search the wilderness for days in hopes of finding a handful of survivors.”
“I agree,” Laegon said. “We’ll help anyone we encounter along the road to Lilendvelle, and we’ll leave it at that. Veering off that course will cause more harm than good.”
Everyone turned to Finnwyn in exasperation. Her violet eyes stared into the distance. Her tall, lean body remained completely rigid. “It’s a trap.”

Author Bio:
Andi O'Connor is the award-winning author of The Dragonath Chronicles, The Vaelinel Trilogy, and The Legacy of Ilvania. The Speaker is the 2018 Independent Press Award Winner for Fantasy and a Finalist in the 11th Annual National Indie Excellence Awards. Andi's novel, Awakening, is a 2018 Independent Press Award Distinguished Favorite for Fantasy. Her critically acclaimed novel, Silevethiel, is the 2015 Best Indie Book Award winner for Science Fiction/Fantasy and the 2015 New Apple Official Selection for Young Adult. Silevethiel was also named to Kirkus Reviews' Best Books of 2013.
You can frequently find Andi as an exhibitor and guest panelist at Comic Cons throughout the country including the Rhode Island Comic Con, Awesome Con, Philcon, Conclave, and Chessiecon. For more information, visit Andi's website at www.andioconnor.net


Friday, January 18, 2019

Cover Reveal: The Haunting of Elmwood Manor by Pamela McCord

The Haunting of Elmwood Manor
Pamela McCord
(a Pekin Dewlap Mystery)
Published by: Acorn Publishing
Publication date: May 20th 2019
Genres: Middle-Grade, Mystery
Pekin Dewlap hasn’t seen a ghost since she was twelve. But she’d do anything to get them back. Starting a ghostbusting business with her two best friends, Amber and Scout, seems like the perfect way to accomplish her goal. Of course, playing with ghosts isn’t high on their wish list, so Pekin has to do some arm-twisting to get them on board.
Once committed, Pekin and her friends find themselves in deep, trying to solve the disappearance of fourteen-year-old Miranda Talbert. Miranda went missing in 1918, and her spirit has wandered the halls of Elmwood Manor for the last hundred years.
In the midst of finding Miranda, discovering her budding feelings for Scout, and consoling a terrified Amber, Pekin is met by an angry ghost set on thwarting her plans. Will the Ghosties be able to help Miranda, or will Pekin’s business die before she solves the mystery?

Author Bio:
Pam was born in Arkansas several decades ago. She’s not sure if that makes her a Southern Girl or if moving to Southern California when she was five revokes her Southern Girl card. She started writing later in life when she was challenged by a friend to create a book out of his story idea. Reaching the first 5,000 words was a milestone, but with time and hard work she managed to finish an entire book, much to her surprise. Since then, she’s written several novels, in several genres. Romance, middle grade and paranormal comprise most of her work. Pam has spent over 40 years working as a legal secretary at a law firm in Orange County, California. Aside from writing, she follows the stock market, buying, selling and trading stocks and options. In contrast to that, she loves trips to Las Vegas where she can spend many happy hours at the Pai Gow tables. She shares a condo with her very own My Cat From Hell TV star, Allie, who manages to exude just enough affection to make her scary feral ways tolerable.