Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Moccasin Trace Blog Tour! (+$25 Amazon GC Giveaway!)

Title: Moccasin Trace
Author: Hawk MacKinney
Series: N/A
Pages: 300
Date Published: 2006
Publisher: Archebooks
Format: Kindle
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours
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Synopsis:
Hamilton Ingram looked out across the fertile Georgia bottomlands that were Moccasin Hollows, seeing holdings it had taken generations of Ingrams to build. No drop of slave sweat ever shed in its creation. It was about the land…his trust, his duty to preserve it for the generation of Ingrams to come…

It is July of 1859, a month of sweltering dog days and feverish emotional bombast. Life is good for widower Rundell Ingram and his Hazel-eyed, roan-haired son, Hamilton. Between the two of them, they take care of Moccasin Hollows, their rustic dogtrot ancestral home, a sprawling non-slave plantation in the rolling farming country outside Queensborough Towne in east Georgia. Adjoining Ingram lands is Wisteria Bend, the vast slave-holding plantation of Andrew and Corinthia Greer, their daughter Sarah, and son Benjamin.

Both families share generations of long-accepted traditions, and childhood playmates are no longer children. The rangy, even-tempered Norman-Scottish young Hamilton is smitten with Sarah, who has become an enticing capricious beauty—the young lovers more in love with each passing day, and only pleasant times ahead of them.

But a blood tide of war is sweeping across the South, a tide that might be impossible to stand before.
~Try an Excerpt!~
More shocks rumbled across the land the first two weeks into the new year.
           
"This Augusta Constitutionalist newspaper rag is supportin' those talking Yankee politics," Rundell snapped to another page of the paper.  "One day those Northern democrats will wake up and see they've been sold a sack of barnyard manure."  He flipped to the next page.  "Hmmm...seems Lincoln don't like Crittenden's compromise.  Aside from bein' a politician, Lincoln's like every other lawyer I ever known...cain't believe nothing they say."
           
Hamilton reached for another slice of the pork roast.  "He never struck me as being different from other radicals raising a ruckus...not the compromising type."
           
Rundell kept reading, "Mississippi and Florida followed South Carolina, and it don't appear William Yancey and the Alabamians are far behind."
           
"If Tennessee votes to go out, Georgia'll be surrounded by stand-alone states."
           
"I doubt there's enough levelheadedness to stay the momentum with the tug gettin' harder to resist.  For what it's worth I think Georgia'll go with the Gulf states, and be worse in the doing.  Seems Ben Franklin was right thinkin' we couldn't keep our Grand Republic. He'd be sad to behold knowing his prediction has come to this sort of fruition."
           
"Some claim it was never worth much."
           
"Pity everything's swung to excess," Rundell said, disgusted more than angry.  "Windbag braggadocio done took the saddle.  Voice a conviction other than cuttin' loose, it's looked upon as disloyalty.  Called such in public.  Hotheads makin' honor an excuse, and the same's stirring up North.  No longer just the conniving abolitionists, ever'one's tearing at the old.  I don't envy Andrew bein' in Milledgeville next week."
           
"Sarah said her papa's away from home more often than not."
           
"He's gonna be away a lot more," Rundell let the paper slide to the floor.  "Think I'll turn in...been a long day."
           
As Hamilton cleared the table, he thought how all the doings, including harvesting an' hauling, were whyttelin' more and more into his and Sarah's time.  He hadn't been over to the Bends in more'n a week.
           
Last time he buggied into town to fetch barrels of flour and bags of salt, he mentioned that prices were up some from last time as he paid.
           
"Costs are going steady up," the feed store clerk said.  "...price of a bale dropped again.
           
Least he'd mended several sections of grazing fences, got the new one put up around the feedlot, and got shingles split for patchin' the cotton shed roof.  Helped birth the new calves earlier in the week, rubbed 'em good till the cows started lickin' 'em dry.  In what little daylight was left before supper today he'd finally got the firewood cut and stacked.  He headed to bed.  He was bushed.
~Meet Hawk!~ 
With postgraduate degrees and faculty appointments in several medical universities, Hawk MacKinney has taught graduate courses in both the United States and Jerusalem. In addition to professional articles and texts on chordate neuroembryology, Hawk has authored several works of fiction.


Hawk began writing mysteries for his school newspaper. His works of fiction, historical love stories, science fiction and mystery-thrillers are not genre-centered, but plot-character driven, and reflect his southwest upbringing in Arkansas, Texas and Oklahoma. Moccasin Trace, a historical novel nominated for the prestigious Michael Shaara Award for Excellence in Civil War Fiction and the Writers Notes Book Award, details the family bloodlines of his serial protagonist in the Craige Ingram Mystery Series… murder and mayhem with a touch of romance. Vault of Secrets, the first book in the Ingram series, was followed by Nymrod Resurrection, Blood and Gold, and The Lady of Corpsewood Manor. All have received national attention.  Hawk’s latest release in the Ingram series is due out this fall with another mystery-thriller work out in 2014. The Bleikovat Event, the first volume in The Cairns of Sainctuarie science fiction series, was released in 2012. 
Hawk will be awarding a $25 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

Monday, April 27, 2015

Inhuman Interest Blog Tour! (+$25 Amazon GC Giveaway!)

Title: Inhuman Interest
Author: Eric Turowski
Series: Tess Cooper #1
Pages: 220
Date Published: 2015
Publisher: Booktrope
Format: Kindle
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours

Synopsis:
Thirteen words in a want-ad turn Tess Cooper’s world upside down after she signs on as a paranormal research assistant to the mysterious Davin Egypt. He reveals a world of grave robbing, clockworks artifacts in blue amber, antique revolvers that fire strange ammo, and powerful forces beyond human comprehension.

As ancient occult energies threaten to destroy her city, Tess must use her journalistic instincts to stay one step ahead of the public works director, Drew Dawson, whose agenda seems bent on destruction rather than maintenance. And possibly murder, but will anyone believe her?

Yeah, right. When garbage trucks fly.

If Tess teams up with the hunky police lieutenant, Kirk Gunther, and the pale, oddball Mr. Egypt, they might be able to save the city in time. That is, if Egypt even wants to. And if Tess overcomes her phobias long enough to do battle in Granddad’s 1983 Subaru Brat.
~Try an Excerpt!~
I watched Angie wobble away and marched myself toward the stonewalling the cops would give me when I felt the soles of my flats slide. Pinwheeling arms didn’t help me get my footing, and with a tiny cry, I went down.

And down, and down, and down.

Snow slid up my shirt, up my pants, and something less cold but more wet. I thrashed around, succeeding only in getting more snow inside my clothes. Not falling, but sinking. I sank into a deep hole. And then I realized it wasn’t a hole but a grave.

Angie came rushing back, as much as she could rush on her stumpy, little legs. “Tess, what the hell happened? I heard you screaming and—oh, my God.”

I expected her to kneel down and help me out of the loose soil and slush, but instead, she whipped out her camera. The little motor whined as she took about six hundred shots. “I think I got the image for my Christmas cards this year.”

“Ange, help me out of here!” I pushed against the soil with one foot, and felt it sink deeper. I tried with the other one. Then I plunged in up to my neck. My arms found no grip, either. It was like quicksand, even though quicksand doesn’t really exist. I knew that. Worse, a horrible, horrible smell drifted up from below. Decomp, rot, death.


Ick.
~Meet Eric!~ 
Newspaper founder, bookstore owner, artist, musician, and man-about-town Eric Turowski writes lots of mixed-genre books when he’s not too busy playing laser tag with Tiger the Cat and his fiancĂ©e Mimi deep in the Central Valley of California.

You can learn more about Eric at www.ericturowski.com.
Eric will award one randomly drawn commenter a signed copy of the book, plus a $25 Amazon gift card (US/Canada only) and a second randomly drawn commenter a signed copy of the book (US/Canada only).

REVIEW: A Song and a Seashell (+$20 Amazon GC Giveaway!)

Title: A Song and A Seashell
Author: Susan K Flach
Series: N/A
Pages: 322
Date Published: Ausgust 2013
Publisher: Ajoyin Publishing
Format: Kindle
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours
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Synopsis:

Bethany Kuiper is drawn to the ocean. She is 17 and never tasted love. Things are about to change. Summer in Rhode Island is just a vacation...until she meets Tristan Alexander. Everything seems perfect until two murders are committed in town. Much of the evidence points to Tristan. Distraught, Bethany realizes she is in love with Tristan. Will she be able to tread the water...or will she eventually drown.

~My Thoughts~
This book is an interesting one. You start out and you think it's just going to be another beachy romance read, but instead you find yourself all caught up in the paranormal and mysterious. 

Bethany was a relateable character. She tries a bit too hard to fix her parent's marriage, but as a kid...they can be a bit overzealous. She's a bit torn up emotionally, and when she returns to the place where she first tasted...the other side...she is captivated by it and the island's secrets. 

I found that most of the characters read as kind of vague. There would be good ideas, but little sustenance to justify them. I enjoyed what was laid out...but would have enjoyed it just a bit more with depth and a better understanding of who these people were...what motivated them...that sort of thing. The romance then was a bit on the weaker side at first-how can you love a couple when you barely know the two individuals?- but as the book went on I felt more and more attached to both Bethany and Tristan. 

This was an enjoyable one. It's a quick read despite it's somewhat middling length. I flew from DC to Michigan and finished it during the plane ride so that was about 3 hours worth of a read :) 
~Try an Excerpt!~
He stops. “Bethany…are you okay?”

Holy crap…what is wrong with me? I hug his sweatshirt to my body, and it begins to warm me, soothing away the tension.  The salty, soapy smell that permeates it reaches my senses, calming me—the smell of him. I think back to a time, not very long ago, when I was so sure I could handle anything Tristan sent my way. I had handled everything he had sent my way—so  far. But this. If there even was a this.  Could I handle this? What implications would it hold for me if there was? Who was he really?  Guiltily, I avoid looking at him.


“Really…I’m okay.  Maybe I’m coming down with something.” Lies.  How many lies have I told today? How many lies has he told me? Maybe none.  Maybe he was just omitting the truth about the kind of person he actually is.
~Meet Susan!~ 
Susan K. Flach has a bachelor’s degree in English and works as an RN at the hospital.  She lives with her husband and two children in Michigan. Reading, exercising, camping, and spending time with her family are some of her favorite things to do. A Song and a Seashell is the first book in her debut young adult romance series. 
Susan K. Flach will be awarding a $20 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Of Love and Vengeance Blog Tour! (+$15 Amazon GC Giveaway!)

Title: Of Love and Vengeance
Author:  Louise Lyndon
Series: N/A
Pages: 322
Date Published: November 18th 2014
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Format: Paperback
Genre:Romance
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours
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Synopsis:
Forced to marry Lord Aymon to ensure her young nephew’s survival, English Lady Laila vows undying hatred for the Norman she holds responsible for the deaths of so many innocents. Discovering Aymon has committed an act of treason gives her the chance to seek vengeance he deserves. But can Laila let Aymon die at the hands of the king once she learns the truth?
A hardened Norman warrior, Lord Aymon has lived through atrocities no man ever should. With the invasion of England over, all he wants is a quiet life and a wife who will give him heirs and obey his every command. Instead, he finds himself wed to feisty and outspoken Laila. But when she learns the truth of his treasonous act, can Aymon count on her to keep his secret?
~Guest Post!~
10 Things You Didn’t Know About Me...
  1. I used to be a bed wetter until about the age of eight. Yep – there it is! It’s out there.
  2. I went to speech therapy for many years when I was younger as I didn’t start speaking until I was about four. Those who know me will find that hard to believe. I never shut up! Hey, gotta make up for lost time.
  3. I did not freak out when I turned forty. I always thought I would. Then again, I didn’t freak out when I turned thirty (a number of my friends did). But, to be fair, birthday number thirty-three had me curled on my side, with my thumb in my mouth, crooning – why? Why must I get older?
  4. I donate blood on a regular basis.
  5. Louise Lyndon is a pen name. Louise is my middle name and Lyndon is my father’s Christian name. He died when I was four so I thought using his name would be a nice tribute to him.
  6. I have never read Lord of the Rings.
  7. At one point I considered joining the army. I even had an appointment with the army recruitment centre. But, I chickened out at the last minute. I’m not someone that can take orders too well!
  8. I swear way too much.
  9. My favorite brand of popcorn is “Cobs”. I love their “Lightly Salted, Slightly Sweet” flavor. If I could, I’d eat it 24/7.
  10. I’m not much of an alcohol drinker. Although, I wouldn’t turn down a rekorderlig cider (any flavor).
~Try an Excerpt!~
Aymon caught a flicker of movement from a window on the second story. “I think we’re about to meet the welcome party.” An arrow zoomed toward him and landed on the pommel of his saddle. A half an inch closer and he would no longer be able to sire children. As if in demonstration of his ability with the bow and arrow, the shooter fired again. This time directed toward Hugh. The second arrow too came within a half an inch of his friend’s manhood.

“You missed!” Aymon called toward the shooter.  He questioned his stupidity for mocking someone with such a good aim.

“You want me to show you how good an aim I really am?” a woman’s voice echoed out across the yard.

“Bloody hell,” Hugh half cursed, half laughed. “Where does a woman learn to shoot like that?”

Aymon was shocked and admittedly a little impressed a woman had such remarkable shooting skills. He could use such a sharp shooter on his side in battle. After all, it was better to have someone so skilled firing for you than at you.

Aymon raised his black leather gloved hand in surrender. “No. I’m firmly attached to my balls, thank you very much.”

“Who are you?” the shooter demanded. “And what do you want? There is nothing of value here for you to steal. Be on your way, man, and leave me in peace.”

“Some would say a female is of value,” Aymon drawled sardonically.

A second arrow lodged firmly on the pommel between his legs.

“I do not give third chances. I’ll give you to the count of three to leave. Or else you will find an arrow straight through your heart.”

Aymon’s warhorse whinnied, and he fought to control the beast whose temperament was as black as his coat. “Put down your weapon!”

“One!”

“We mean you no harm!”

“Two!”

“I am Lord Aymon, and this is Lord Hugh. I’ve come to claim what is rightfully mine.”

Silence.

The two men looked at one another unsure what to do. “Should we storm the building and lay claim to what is yours?”

Aymon shook his head. He dismounted but never took his eyes from the door to the manor.

“She will soon make her appearance.”

Hugh, too, dismounted. “How can you be so sure?”

Aymon looked at his friend. “We do not have arrows through our hearts.”
~Meet Louise!~ 
Louise grew up in country Victoria, Australia, before moving to England, where for sixteen years she soaked up the vibrancy of London and the medieval history of England. She has since returned to Australia and now lives in Melbourne.

She has been writing the moment she picked up a copy of Diana Gabaldon's first Outlander novel twenty something years ago. She thought to herself, 'this is what I want to do' - not travel back in time, but become a novelist! She has always had snippets of dialogue and scenes floating around in her head with characters screaming at her to bring them to life.

In 2013, Louise won first prize in the Crested Butte Sandy Writing contest – Historical category for her story, The Promise, which is now called, Of Love and Vengeance.

When not writing, she can be found covered in mud, crawling under barbed wire and hoisting herself over twelve foot walls - under the guise of competing in Spartan races all over Australia. Come visit Louise on her blog and website!

Louise will be awarding a $15 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour, and a $15 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn host.

Friday, April 24, 2015

Red Tide Rising Blog Tour! (+$25 Amazon GC Giveaway!)

Title: Red Tide Rising 
Author: Allie
Series: N/A
Pages: N/A
Date Published: 2015
Publisher: N/A
Format: Kindle
Genre: Paranormal 
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours
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Synopsis:
What good is immortality when every moment is agony?

The vampire Ash has returned from his watery grave, proving that death is merely a minor inconvenience. Picking up where he left off? That might not be as easy. Because someone else is vying for Sami's attention - the last person he ever would have expected.

Fulfilling her desire for immortality seems the surest route to winning her favor. But for Sami, this gift will come at a terrible price. One simple lie of omission is all it takes to send her spiraling into a terminal state of madness. And as the last remnants of her sanity slip away, Ash can no longer deny that her maniacal behavior is putting them all at risk. His perfect angel has become a perfect liability.

But can he find it in his heart to destroy her?

~Try an Excerpt!~
“Haven’t you ever been in love?” She didn’t say not counting Ash, but the implication was there. His impalpable presence, even when left unmentioned, remained a tangible constant hanging in the air between them.

“I’m not sure such a thing exists.”

“Ah, c’mon. In all these years, you gonna tell me you never had a solid healthy relashumship?”

Tristan snorted a laugh. “You don’t even know what you’re saying. Look at you, drunk off your ass trying to talk to me about relationships.”

“I’s just askin’.”

“What would you know about a healthy relationship anyway? You seem to gravitate toward the toxic. There is nothing remotely healthy about any of the decisions I’ve seen you make.”

“So forget relashumships, Mister Grouchy Pants. Izz all about sex then, right?”

“Apparently.”

“Okaayyy…” Sami pursed her lips, trying to hide a smirk. “Then why don’ you tell me ’bout the guy from Comic-Con. What’d you say his name was?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Oh, sure ya do.”

“I don’t.”

“I don’ belieeeeeve yoouuuu…”

“I don’t caa-aaare…”

“But see, now I gotta know. Gimme the lowdown. Were you gettin’ it on with the comic book guy? Did Superman put it to you?” For some reason, the whole idea struck her as screamingly funny. Clutching both hands to her stomach, she began to giggle uncontrollably. “Did he wear his cape? Wuzzee faster than a speeding bullet?”

Raising an eyebrow, Tristan shot her a derisive look.

“Wuzzee more powerful than a locomomo…locomum…” She tried to stifle the next eruption of giggles and failed. “…choo choo train?”

“You’re pushing it, little miss.”

“No, I really wanna know! I’m totally serial. Whassit like to get pounded in the ass by th’man of steel?”

In barely the time it took for her to blink, he rolled over on top of her, trapping her between his arms as his silvery gray eyes glittered down at her defiantly. She stared back at him in wide-eyed surprise, her urge to laugh instantly squelched. There was something decidedly wrong here. And that something was pressing against her nakedness with rock hard force.

His mouth mere inches from hers, he whispered, “Would you like for me to show you?”

“Huh?” she squeaked.

“Well, you just asked…” Never taking his eyes off hers, he moved his lean hips to grind against her slowly and rhythmically. “…what it was like to get pounded by the man of steel. I took that as a request to find out. Or did I misunderstand?”

“H-huh?” she echoed.


“It’s possible that I did. But no, I don’t think so.” Transferring all his weight to one arm, he slid the other hand beneath her to grip her bare ass. “I think that was an open invitation. So…should I turn you over on your knees and demonstrate? Hm?”
~Meet Allie!~
Allie fell in love with books from the moment she was issued her very first Sally, Dick and Jane reader. Born and raised in Alabama, she now resides in the sunny panhandle of Florida with her own blue-eyed Prince Charming and two fat, obnoxious cats. When she’s not busy obsessing over the lexicon of her latest project, she can usually be found watching B-movie horror (the cheesier, the better!), reading or playing online computer games while indulging her unhealthy Pepsi addiction.
Allie will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour! 

REVIEW: Death and Jelly (+$10 Amazon GC Giveaway!)

Title: Death and Jelly
Author: Cara Doll 
Series: N/A
Pages: N/A
Date Published: August 22, 2014
Publisher: Lulu.com
Format: Kindle
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours
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Synopsis:
Violett wasn't good at meeting people. Then she met him. Markus wasn't good at not killing people. Then he met her.
~My Thoughts~
Well, if I hadn't already been planning on reading this one, the title sure would have caught my eye! There's just something so...visceral and grody about using death and jelly in the same sentence. Maybe from that old Halloween song...

"They eat...your eyes...and then they eat your nose...they like, to eat, the jelly between your toes..."

Anyway, I digress. The book was not really about Death, or Jelly. A fact that I found saddening, as I had been quite looking forward to the jelly part, and in fact, had prepared myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich so that I could really get into the story. 

Markus has the unfortunate thing of people constantly dying around him. Either because of him, or just coincidence, we aren't really sure...never-the-less he leaves a trail of bodies in his wake. He calls out to Violett one day, is almost compelled to do so, and thus sets into motion one of the most curious tales I've read. 

The descriptions were a bit wordy, although that may have contributed to this book's charm. I couldn't quite tell if it was serious, or if it was incredibly tongue-in-cheek.  This was a very quirky and odd book, and even as I write I'm not quite sure how I feel about it! lol. Let's just say that Violett was awkward, and Markus was odd, and you put them together and they are the most Awk-odd people on the planet. With the story jumping back and forth between them, you feel like you're on a roller coaster of emotion. 

The formatting was very different, as there were borders and clips and little pictures strewn throughout. It gave off the feel of a much younger book, but also maintained that quirkyness mentioned above. Overall, if you're looking for something new and different, and even a little out there, Death and Jelly would be a good bet. 
~Try an Excerpt!~
Several hours after the tepid sunset, Bach, the paintmaker, and Gian, the professor of history, appeared together at the painter’s door. In his satchel, Bach carried three bottles of wine. In Gian’s satchel, was a thicket of papers he was likely to begin grading at the table while the meal was still in front of him.

Markus led them to the dining room where supper had already been set out.

As they sat, Bach eyed the painter ominously. “Hello...there.”

“Yes, hello,” Gian repeated, less ominously, already distracted by something in his bag.

Bach emptied his satchel onto the table. The wine bottles rolled until each one precisely stopped at a diner’s plate.

Markus righted his bottle. “What is it?” He asked impatiently.

Bach smiled. “Well, Gian and I were talking on the way here. We were wondering how long it’s been.”

“How long it’s been since what?” Markus asked, though he knew already.

“Certainly that girl in Lisbon wasn’t the last,” Bach chided with a barely disguised smirk. “That was months ago.”

Gian looked up from his bag to scowl at Markus. “That was the worst vacation of my life. I couldn’t get that…smell out of my bathrobe. I had to throw it out.”

“So many casualties…” The words slithered from Bach’s mouth like a snake—a snake that withered and died under the painter’s glare.

“I didn’t kill her.” Markus snatched the corkscrew off the table. “She just died.”


Bach and Gian shared an eye roll as the painter stabbed the cork with unintentional vehemence.
Cara will be awarding a $10 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour, and a $10 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn host. Additionally, Goddess Fish Productions will be awarding a $5 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn host.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Metamorphosis Blog Tour! (+$25 Amazon GC Giveaway!)

Title: Metamorphosis
Author: R.W. Reels
Series: The Trey Parker Story
Pages: N/A
Date Published: February 20 2015
Publisher: Smashwords
Format: Kindle
Genre: Paranormal Thriller
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours

Synopsis:
Trey Parker, doubting the validity of what his parents and the church have always taught him about the power of faith. Within ten years, Trey’s father has abandoned the family, and Trey falls into dangerous behavior that results in his being shot. This near-death experience alters the course of his life. He develops new abilities that he can use to heal others and to convince them of their worth, and though Trey feels propelled down this path, he embraces his new purpose wholeheartedly. His reconfigured destiny leads him to reconnect with his family, forge new, fulfilling friendships, and even to fall in love. However, surreptitious forces attempt to thwart Trey’s happiness and his goals. A police detective vows to uncover the details of the shooting and a former Special Forces Colonel is assigned by the government to collect information about Trey, an object of suspicion now that his brush with death has transformed him. Both Detective Landis and Agent Frank Smith pursue professional and personal motives in discovering “the truth” behind Trey’s incident, and wrestle with antagonistic events and people—as well as their own backgrounds, belief systems, and flaws—throughout their investigations. Ultimately, Trey Parker’s new altruistic role in the community causes trouble for him and for those he cares about. He must determine how to manage his metaphysical gifts, and when to listen to his own instinct in the process of fighting a corrupt system that threatens the most sacred rights of humanity.
~Try an Excerpt!~
Tightening his arms around his chest, Landis knows this is the bullshit he was warned about in the academy. This is the part of the force he did not sign up for. Serving the community is only 5% of it. The other 95% is this shit.

Landis says, “Well, sir, I was writing parking tickets on East Kansas Avenue when I got the 9-1-1 call of a possible sexual assault in the area.”

The Chief interrupts. “Did you receive a call from police dispatch … or did you overhear dispatch make an all-units call?”

Landis labors to take in a deep breath. “I should say that I overheard the all-units call.”

Special Prosecutor Lancaster is already taking notes and barely looks up. Landis stares at the prosecutor and is not sure he has ever seen someone scribble so fast. These bastards are setting him up.

“Officer Landis.”

Landis brings his eyes back to the Chief. “Yes, sir?”

“Please continue.”

Landis sighs and begins to see the victim all over again in his head as he relives the events. “Well, I overheard the call and was about two blocks away, so I went to the address dispatch mentioned. Once I got there, I realized that I was the first on the scene.”

The Chief asks a question everyone in the room knows the answer to. “When you say that you were the first on the scene, does that mean you were the first responder?”

“Yes, I was the first responder,” noticing the special prosecutor has stopped writing to look at him for the answer.

The Chief nods. “Continue.” The special prosecutor goes back to writing.

“I saw the victim was an African American female that was beaten. Her face was bloody … she was missing some front teeth and had two black eyes. Her nose was all …”

The Chief’s voice grows louder. “What did you do after seeing the victim, Landis?”

His heart beats in his throat, Landis yells, “I went after the bastard next, that’s what I did.”

The Chief relaxes his posture and lowers his voice. The look on his face reveals he just got the answer he was looking for. “We don’t go after bastards, Officer Landis … We follow evidence that leads us to perps.”

Landis remains tight-lipped and redder than a stop sign, squeezing each armrest with both hands.

The Chief asks, “What is the first responder’s primary duty?”

Landis lets out a deep breath. “To secure the scene, call for medical attention if needed, and to wait for backup.” Rage makes its way in as the young cop grits his teeth. “Do you mind telling me what the fuck this is about? I take a fucking rapist off the street and …”

Before he can finish, the Chief rises to his feet and raises his voice. “This is about protocol, kid. Something your hotheaded ass didn’t follow. Because of your dereliction to duty, a rapist may end up going free unless the DA can find a way to save this case. If you want to be a police officer on my force, then you have to count for one … You must, count for one. This was not the work of a trained police officer.”

His face as red and hot as a branding iron fresh off the coals, Landis stands. “This is about truth. Do you remember our front seat companion that gives us the right to kick a bad guy in the ass? Well, it’s justice. And that’s what the victim got today. Justice.”


The fed up Chief waves off his green officer. “Save your speeches until you run for office. This type of shoddy police work is why you will never make detective … You find value in seeking the truth versus following procedure. Go pack your desk. You’re looking at a two-week suspension, son.” 
~Meet R.W. Reels!~ 
My infatuation with writing was born before I ever took my first breath, somewhere on the rural plains of Eastern North Carolina, nourished by the adventures of my grandmother’s childhood. From the time I was only four or five years old, her memories gave flight to my imagination and fuel to my curiosities. Her stories widened my eyes to the fascinatingly bizarre in the everyday.

As a young girl, my grandmother would bring her puppy with her to stalk rabbits every morning. The two of them would chase an unlucky long-eared rascal until it escaped into a hollow at the base of a tree, and she would run a stick around the inside of the opening as though churning butter. The spell of the sound and vibration would lure the rabbit out of the tree and into her hands.

Good fiction, inventive and provocative fiction, reverberates in readers and spellbinds them. It can spur surprise, delight, discomfort, and revelation and defy reason. As a storyteller, I strive to help others solve their problems by sharing things that I have read about, heard about, and seen. But I also prize the look on people’s faces when they hear the brilliant punch line of a joke, or when they experience an epiphany that knocks the logical wind out of them. These are the reactions that I live to inspire in my audiences when I write paranormal thrillers.

My obsession with the extraordinary in my writing might also, ironically, stem from my 20-year career in the U.S. Army. I can allow my mind to wander in the extraterrestrial sphere while my love for my country keeps me grounded in domestic affairs. Of all of my accomplishments, serving as a paratrooper in a Special Forces Group and a Field Artillery outfit during Operation Desert Shield/Desert Storm claims high rank. Few situations force a person to confront his humanity as painfully as going off to war, and this experience taught me both to accept accountability for my actions and to trust others. Eventually, I became a successful Army Recruiter and Station Commander, earning the Top Recruiting Station awards in Dallas and Seattle Recruiting Battalions. North Carolina Central University granted me a Public Service Award for my work in the local community. And currently, I serve fellow veterans as an HR Specialist for the Department of Veteran Affairs.

Other passions of mine include playing chess, traveling, and indulging in my contrarian nature by instigating debate. Spending time with my wife tops the list of my life’s privileges, however. Whether I am entertaining her with my emulation of Laurence Olivier as Marcus Crassus or protecting her from an elk during one of our photography excursions in the wild, I treasure her companionship and affection.


When I was twelve years old, I announced to my Aunt Becky and Cousin Tony that I wanted to write a book. They stared at me in astonishment. The world of publishing was an enigma to simple country folks in Beaufort, North Carolina in 1982. These days I am achieving my dream with the ebook, a medium through which I can express my individuality without sacrificing my voice to expectations of marketability, popularity, and deadlines. My goal is to create an opportunity for escapism that is bold and absolute.
The author will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour, and a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn host.