Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Book Blast: Where it All Began (+Leather Journal Giveaway!)

Title: Where it All Began
Author: Lorana Hoopes
Series: Heartbeats
Pages: 193
Date Published: 2016
Publisher: H&H Publishing
Format: Kindle
Genre: Christian Fiction
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours
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Synopsis:
Sandra Baker thought her life was going in the right direction until she ended up pregnant. Not ready for a baby, her boyfriend pushes her to have an abortion. After the procedure, Sandra spirals into depression losing her relationship and turning to alcohol. Then she meets Henry, a strong Christian man, who shows her God's love. Will she accept God's forgiveness and more importantly, will she forgive herself?
~Try an Excerpt!~
The delicate paper menu held only a few choices, and my eyes widened at the prices. I should have thought to ask where we were going before I agreed. I didn’t have the money to spend so much on dinner, especially since Peter had moved out and money was much tighter. My heart thudded in my chest as I quickly scanned for the cheapest item on the menu; even the side salad was nearly fifteen dollars. How do people afford this? Well, the salad comes with bread and a bowl of soup, so at least it should be enough to fill me up.

The waiter, clad in a white dress shirt and perfectly pressed black pants, appeared just as I laid the menu down. “Have we had enough time?” he asked politely, glancing at each of us before focusing his attention on Philip, who took the lead in ordering.

“Yes, we’ll have two glasses of your finest red wine and two plates of the steak and lobster, grilled medium well.” He handed his and Raquel’s menus to the waiter.

“Very well,” the waiter nodded and turned his attention to me.

I swallowed. “Um, I’ll have the side salad and the tomato soup.”

The waiter cocked his head. “Will that be all miss?”

My face flushed, and just as I was about to answer, Henry jumped in. “Yes, and the same for me please.” He handed our menus to the waiter.

The waiter nodded. “Yes, sir, and anything further to drink?”

Henry glanced at me; I shook my head. “No, water will be adequate for now, thank you.”


As the waiter turned away, I regarded Henry. Who was this man, and why was he being so nice to me? He caught me staring and shot me a small wink as he picked up a piece of bread.
~Meet Lorana!~ 
Lorana Hoopes is currently an English teacher in the Pacific Northwest where she lives with her husband and three children. When not writing, she can be seen kickboxing in her local gym, singing at her church, or performing on stage. The Heartbeats series is her first full length novel series. She has also just released the first book in her early reader chapter book, The Wishing Stone.
Lorana will be awarding a Medieval Renaissance Leather Diary to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Review Tour: Call to Honor (+$20 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway!)

Title: Call to Honor
Author: Tawny Weber
Series: Team Poseidon #1
Pages: 384
Date Published: 2017
Publisher: Harlequin
Format: Kindle
Genre: Romance
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours
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Synopsis:
 “No man left behind” is inscribed in the DNA of every SEAL and Lieutenant Diego Torres is no exception. But with a team member killed—and the body missing— Diego’s honor is sorely tested. Now his career and reputation are on the line, and a traitor is hiding among them. Diego wants answers...and only one woman has them.

Single mom Harper Maclean has two priorities—raising her son Nathan and starting a new life. Her mysterious new neighbor may be impossibly charming, but Diego asks too many questions about her past—and about the father of her child. Questions she fears will reveal her burning attraction for Diego, and ultimately put them all in danger’s path.
~Interview with Tawny!~
Hey Tawny!  Before we start the interview, I just want to say thank you for appearing here on the blog! We're excited to have you visit and hopefully any readers out there will be full of questions. I'll start em' off for you, and you take it from there! 
~
What group did you hang out with in high school?

I never wanted to be categorized in high school LOL. I had friends in all of the cliques, but didn’t hang out with any of them. In my senior year I dated a cowboy, though, so did spend a lot of time with him and his truck-driving, wrangler-wearing, boot-scooting buddies. 

Ha! I had a best friend like that in college. In fact, I named this blog after her! She got me into mud bogging, country music, and of course the cowboys, but I have to admit, I could never pull off the boots like she could. So tell me, what are you passionate about these days?

Meditation. It keeps me from getting too crazy about everything else. I found an amazing meditation program a year or so ago called HeadSpace and have used it daily for over 500 days. Meditation not only keeps the stress at bay, but it’s a great help with writing. I do a quickie 20-minute meditation before my writing session to clear my head, to get everything out of the way so I can focus on the story. 

So relaxing! I need to figure out something like that to keep me focused. I feel like I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off half the time. I need a little Ooohmmmm in my life to calm things down. So, if you had to do your journey to getting published all over again, what would you do differently?

I would probably have done a lot more networking and learned a lot more about marketing. Other than wishing I’d sold my first book a little sooner than I did, I really am happy with my publishing journey. I think the only thing I’d change is that I’d probably have found the time to write more books in a secondary sub-genre (sexy, light paranormal) at the same time I was building my SEALs so I could bounce back and forth. 

Ebook or print? And why?

I’m happy to be published in both, and in audio, but my reading preference is print except at bedtime. Then, since those little reading lights always fall off the book for some reason, I’ve gotten hooked on ebook because they are backlit and won’t wake my husband if I read into the night. 

That makes total sense. I always find myself on my phone at bedtime, sometimes reading...sometimes with Netflix...But at heart, I have to say I'm a print girl. For some reason, the ebooks just don't stick. I forget about them as soon as I'm done. With print, I feel like I just retain things more. Maybe because I'm forced to look at it all day until I finish! lol :) What is your favorite scene in this book?

My favorite scene in CALL TO HONOR is the after dinner scene between Harper and Diego when she tells him the story of her past, then seduces him. I really enjoyed writing his struggle to resist, and her determination to win. Since that scene also blew a few of his preconceived beliefs about her, it was not only pivotal but a lot of fun.

I love that! I'll definitely have to check out Harper and Diego's story. It sounds like a really emotional one! Thanks again for stopping by and I hope you have a blast on your virtual tour!
~Try an Excerpt!~
Harper’s frown intensified. All of this dating and sex talk was stupid. All it did was stir up thoughts of Brandon, bad memories and hurt feelings. And like anything to do with Brandon Ramsey, the second one thought occurred, a million followed. He was the poster boy for taking a mile when an inch was all she’d offered.

No more, she ordered herself. He wasn’t a part of her now, and her past was over.

“Registered letter for one Mr. Nathan Ramsey, care of Harper Maclean,” Andi said, coming back waving a large envelope. “Who’d get his name wrong?”

The bowl of cleaned berries suddenly shaking in her hands, Harper set it on the bar with care and stared. Her chest hurt. She couldn’t think for the buzzing in her ears.

Ramsey.

Harper’s heart raced so fast, it tripped over itself. How was that possible? Why would Brandon contact Nathan? As far as he knew, she’d followed his instructions to end the pregnancy. How did he know she’d had the baby? How did he know Nathan’s name? Had he always known?

The air locked in Harper’s chest, vicious and tight, cutting off her breath, sending shards of pain knifing through her.

Why was he contacting her? Contacting Nathan?  Was he going to try to get custody?  

Or had his parents gotten wind of unaccounted Ramsey DNA and tracked down their heir apparent?

Harper looked toward the stairs with a desperate gaze. She should get Nathan. They should go. Now.

As soon as she thought that, Harper squared her shoulders.

To hell with that. Nathan was her son. This was her home. She’d be damned if Brandon or his rich parents were going to screw with either.

Still, her hand trembled so much as she took the letter that she dropped it onto the marble countertop as if it were on fire.

“Harper,” Andi moaned. “You’re killing me. Open. Open. Open.”

Knowing Andi would keep it up until she did, she huffed out a hot breath. Sliding her thumbnail under the flap, Harper reluctantly tugged the paper out.

She noted the official-looking insignia and the fancy lettering denoting it to be from Admiral H. M. Cree, Special Ops commander.

Her brow creased as she read.

The room narrowed, and all the air disappeared. The words spun into a swirling blur of black on white. She needed to sit down. But she managed only a single step before her legs gave out and she sank to the floor, the letter clutched in her hands.

“What is it?” Instead of pulling her back up, Andi dropped down next to her, gathering Harper into her arms. She tried to read the paper, but Harper couldn’t let it go. “Sweetie, what does it say?”


“He’s dead,” Harper murmured, her voice sounding as if it were coming from the other end of a long tunnel. “Brandon is dead.”
~Meet Tawny!~ 
New York Times and USA TODAY Bestselling author of more than forty books, Tawny Weber loves writing about sexy heroes, most notably her popular Navy SEALs series. Her sassy, emotional romances are filled with men dedicated to being the best—and women determined to have the best. Tawny credits her ex-military alpha husband for inspiration in her writing, and in her life. The recipient of numerous writing accolades, including Romantic Times Reviewers Choice and in addition to the NY Times and USA Today bestseller lists, Tawny has also hit the number one spot on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. A homeschooling mom, Tawny enjoys scrapbooking, gardening and spending time with her family and dogs in her Northern California home.
Tawny will be awarding a $20 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Friday, May 19, 2017

Kasper Mutzenmacher's Cursed Hat (+$50 Amazon GC Giveaway!)

Title: Kasper Mutzenmacher's Cursed Hat
Author: Keith R. Fentonmiller
Series: Life Indigo #1
Date Published: 2015
Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press
Format: Kindle
Genre: Magical Realism
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours
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Synopsis:
Berlin hatmakers threatened by a veil-wearing Nazi known as the “stealer of faces” must use the god Hermes’ “wishing hat” to teleport out of Germany during Kristallnacht. They won’t be safer in America, however, unless they break the curse that has trapped them in the hat business for sixteen centuries. Set in the Jazz Age, Nazi Germany, and World War II Detroit, Book One of the Life Indigo series is a family saga about the fluidity of tradition, faith, and identity. It will appeal to fans of Everything is Illuminated and The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay.
~Try an Excerpt!~
Klaus circled behind her chair. Isana set down the glass and sat stock-still. Only her growling stomach and the electric whine of the overhead lights broke the silence. Suddenly, an empty leather glove landed on the table. Seconds later, cool fingertips touched her neck and gently worked into the base of her skull.

“You are tense.”

“I wonder why.”

Klaus pressed harder into Isana’s flesh. His fingertips warmed, radiating heat into her muscles. As much as Isana resisted, she couldn’t deny his deft touch felt good. The stiffness in her neck melted in seconds.

No, she told herself. Don’t relax. Don’t let your guard down.

Isana tried to clench her muscles, but Klaus’s heat had already penetrated deep into her spine. He seemed to have latched onto her nerves, holding them like a marionettist would grasp puppet strings. Isana should’ve felt panic, relinquishing her volition to this monster, but his touch had suppressed that reaction as well. She was sleepy and light. Her body had lost substance. She had dissolved into the hot, stale air, or evaporated into the overhead lights. She was nothing at all.

When Klaus unhanded Isana, her corporeal nature returned. In her bewilderment, she momentarily worried her chair might give way under the weight of her body.
~Meet Keith!~
Keith is a consumer protection attorney for the Federal Trade Commission in Washington, D.C. Before graduating from the University of Michigan Law School, he toured with a professional comedy troupe, writing and performing sketch comedy at colleges in the Mid-Atlantic States. His short story, Non Compos Mentis, was recently published in The Stonecoast Review and nominated for a Pushcart Prize. His short story Exodus was just published in the Running Wild Anthology of Stories.


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 Keith will be awarding a $50 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Second Chance Marquess Blog Tour! (+$25 Amazon GC Giveaway!)

Title: Second Chance Marquess
Author: Jessica Jefferson
Series: Second Chance #1
Pages: 162
Date Published: 2015
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing
Format: Kindle
Genre: Historical Romance
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours
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Synopsis:
When Wilhemina Turner’s younger sister runs off with a young Lothario, she has no choice but to turn to the notorious rake who broke his promise and her heart, for assistance. George Bartlett, the Marquess of Chesterton, hasn’t forgotten the woman who hurt him so many years ago, but can’t deny her request, knowing that his brother’s reputation, and fortune, is at risk. A series of misfortunes leave the straight-laced widow and committed bachelor stranded, sharing both close quarters and old secrets. But when morning comes, will this unlikely pair find a second chance at love?
~Try an Excerpt!~
He frowned. “They didn’t bring my bag, just Kittie’s trunk.”

“Oh?” He tried not to sound overly chipper.

Willie pulled out a pink colored gown – overwrought with frills and lace. “I’m afraid we’re built quite differently. I’m afraid this won’t do at all.”

He tried to remember Miss Marks’ figure. She was shorter than Willie, and a bit thinner if he was remembering correctly. “I’m sure you can make it work.” 

Willie dug through deeper and pulled out a blue dress. “I suppose I’ll have to, won’t I?”

“You don’t.”

She stopped what she was doing. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t have to. No one is making you put on clothes.”

Willie walked toward the dressing screen at the corner of the room. “You’re incorrigible, George.”

“It’s what women love about me,” he called back playfully.

He watched her silhouette through the screen. Her graceful shadow moved purposefully, unaware of the entertainment it provided. She reached up, the shadowed figure elongating, putting her curves in full display. She tossed the chemise over and instantaneously, he felt himself harden at the knowledge that she was completely nude behind that screen. It was maddening knowing the only thing separating himself from her was a thin paper barrier and a throbbing pain in his thigh rendering him incapable of walking.

George watched her shadow as she shimmied herself into the new gown, grinning like a fool as she struggled to pull the gown down over her hips and arrange it just so across her breasts.

A series of hushed expletives escaped from behind the curtain. Hardly the words one would expect to hear from such a wholesome widow.

“Is something the matter?” he asked casually.

She stepped out where he could see her. The hemline was a bit shorter than what was fashionable, which was to be expected given the height difference between the two, but it was the way the dress caught on her hips and clung to her bosom that left him speechless.

“It’s a bit snug,” she remarked, her voice timid.

Snug was an understatement. It was downright lewd as it pertained to her bosom. Perhaps finding the trunks wasn’t all bad after all.

 “I’ve seen worse,” he lied.
~Meet Jessica!~ 
Jessica Jefferson makes her home in Almost-Chicago with her husband, two young daughters, French bulldog Lulu, and English bulldog Pete. When she's not busy trying to find middle-ground between being a modern career woman and Suzy-Homemaker, she loves to watch "Real Housewives of [insert city here]" and performing unnecessary improvements to her home and property. 


Jessica writes Regency-era historical romance with a modern twist where she invites her readers to fall in love with romance again. 

Jessica will be awarding a $25 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Behind the Mask Blog Tour! (+$20 Amazon GC Giveaway!)

Title: Behind the Mask
Authors: Various
Series: Anthology
Pages: 290
Date Published: 2017
Publisher: Meerkat Press
Format: Kindle
Genre: Superhero! 
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours
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Synopsis:
Behind the Mask is a multi-author collection with stories by award-winning authors Kelly Link, Cat Rambo, Carrie Vaughn, Seanan McGuire, Lavie Tidhar, Sarah Pinsker, Keith Rosson, Kate Marshall, Chris Large and others. It is partially, a prose nod to the comic world—the bombast, the larger-than-life, the save-the-worlds and the calls-to-adventure. But it’s also a spotlight on the more intimate side of the genre. The hopes and dreams of our cape-clad heroes. The regrets and longings of our cowled villains. That poignant, solitary view of the world that can only be experienced from behind the mask.
~Guest Post from Chris Large!~
Forged in Fire
In an age where social media heaps praise upon individuals simply for performing acts of common decency, it’s a sad-but-true fact that the bar for being labelled a “hero” has never been lower. I might be called a hero merely for dragging a stranded cat from a tree, or guiding a lost child to their parent or guardian. While such acts are commendable, they’re hardly heroic. I didn’t put my life in danger for that cat. I didn’t do anything I wouldn’t expect of the next person for the child. One isolated act of kindness a hero does not make. In fact, according to the above criteria, an axe murderer, or sexual predator, might equally be labelled a hero should they happen to express a moment of sympathy for a terrified feline.


A true hero puts the hope, the needs, even the lives of others ahead of their own. She sticks her neck out. She stands up for what’s right and puts it all on the line, with no expectation of praise or reward. She doesn’t do these things once or twice. She does them EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

Like many, my first heroes were my parents. Parents are those most wonderful of creatures whose job it is to devote themselves to making life better for someone else. My parents gave up evenings to watch me play basketball, and weekends to take me to cricket. They encouraged me when I need it, and taught me some hard lessons along the way. A lot of being a parent isn’t pleasant, or pretty. It can be damned hard work. But as a child I didn’t see it. I made assumptions about my folks that may not have had any basis in fact: like they would always be there, and they would always sacrifice for me. 

And as a child, I very rarely said “Thanks”.

When it came time for me to assume the mantle of parent, some fatal flaw in my character caused me to completely disregard all of the above. In fact I still recall a conversation between my then wife and I:
“Having children won’t change us,” she said. “We’ll be the same people,” she said. “We can keep doing what we’re doing. There’ll just be more of us.”
“Sure,” I’d agreed, because having kids was just a thing everyone did, right? “We won’t change. Pass the salt?”
Oh, how I laugh when I recall that conversation. Not just a little chuckle mind, but a gut-busting, “HA HA HAAAAAAAAA!” that ends with tears rolling down my cheeks. 

For three years I could only work part-time, or not at all. I took the kids to library readings, mother’s groups (at which I stood out like proverbial dog’s balls), and lugged them about in shopping centres on an almost daily basis. Before my children came along I’d had a high-pressure job, complete with high-pressure boss, but he proved to be a pussy-cat next to my new tiny task-masters. I had never worked so hard in my life.

I have nothing but respect for mums and dads around the world who are prepared to drop everything at a moment’s notice and come running to the rescue, every single day. Who delay, set-aside, and sometimes even give up on their own dreams to ensure those of their children become a reality. Because there are times in our lives when we can’t be the heroes of our own story, when we have to let others take centre stage. 

My first heroes were my parents, and I’ve done my darnedest to be the same for my children. Not only because I wanted to, but because children force us to consider others before we think of ourselves. The bottom line is, if parenthood doesn’t change you, you’re doing it wrong. 

My story, “Salt City Blue,” in Meerkat Press’ Behind the Mask, is the story of Helen Marshal, CEO and managing director of a huge corporate machine. She had considered parenthood once, but dismissed it as a young woman’s pipe-dream. Now, as a thirty-eight-year-old career businesswoman, it’s about to come upon her in a way she never could have anticipated. 

Thus heroes are forged.

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Salt City Blue by Chris Large
“Skyball did what?” I said, unable to believe my ears.

My logistics manager took a deep breath. “He seriously damaged our lunar transit depot. It was an accident, Ms. Marshal. I believe he was trying to defend it. But you know how he loves to grandstand.”

“And what have you done about it, Martin?”

I was going easy on Martin. He was the closest thing I had to a friend.

“What could I have done?” Fine beads of sweat had begun to form on his furrowed brow. “He’s Skyball!”

Genevieve, my personal assistant, and Laura, a pale young graduate she’d recently hired, stood by the conference room’s floor-to-ceiling windows gazing out on a typically grey Salt City afternoon.

“You’re my second in command, Martin,” I said. “I expect you to manage situations like this.”

“Ms. Marshal,” said Martin. “With respect, no one could have managed this . . . including you.”

Martin realised his mistake the moment the words were out of his mouth, but it was a moment too late. I rarely tolerated excuses, and even rarer were the times I admitted to being personally incapable of doing my job.

“For Chrissakes, Martin!” I cried. “What the hell am I paying you for?”

Martin sighed, “I really don’t know, Ms. Marshal. You seem perfectly capable of running the company without advice from me. . . or anyone for that matter.” He glanced toward Genevieve and Laura, who continued to studiously ignore him. Beyond the windows, neon-painted mist crawled sluggishly between the city’s edifices of glass and steel.

“This isn’t about them!” I cried. “I’m talking to you. You’re gutless, Martin. You’re a plodder. You wouldn’t recognize a hot prospect if it sat on your fat, fucking face! Now get out of my sight. I never want to see you again. You’re fired!”

Martin’s eyes snapped wide. He’d expected a tongue lashing but he clearly hadn’t expected to lose his job. Neither had I intended to fire him. That’s just the way it goes sometimes.

Martin’s face drained of colour. “You mean . . .”

“I mean get out!” I screamed, thumping the table with a clenched fist.

I waited for the sound of his departing footsteps to die a slow death and swivelled toward Genevieve and Laura.

“Now Laura, can you please remind me what the hell it is you do here? And why I shouldn’t just fire your ass right now as—”

But something caught my attention beyond the bullet-proof window-glass. A small, man-shaped speck shot soundlessly through the dark mist in the distance, lit intermittently by spotlights from the towers above.

“Jesus,” I said, jumping from my chair. “It’s the man of the hour. Look at the sonofabitch go.”

I pushed past the two women and stood with my face so close to the glass it began to fog over, anger radiating from my skin in waves. “I wonder who he’s going to bankrupt this time?” I muttered. “Thank God we don’t have any material assets downtown.”

As he cut through the rain and clouds, a vapour trail billowed out from a point behind his feet, a ghostly after-echo in the evening air. We’d all seen Skyball survive lightning strikes, rocket strikes, and meteor strikes on news vids. He had no known weakness, except perhaps Crimson Reign, Salt City’s perennial enemy and Skyball’s arch nemesis.

News media had linked the pair romantically. Some went as far as to suggest Skyball and Crimson Reign were the last of their kind, survivors from a dying planet who’d escaped and found their way to Earth, destined to be together, doomed to be apart.

“One of Crimson Reign’s giant robots is causing havoc at the Mendelsohn Center,” said Genevieve, touching her earpiece. “Twenty stories high with death-ray vision.”

I sighed. No matter what Salt City’s inhabitants thought of them, Skyball and Crimson Reign were the real players in town. The rest of us were just supporting cast.

“Um . . .” Laura’s eyes were huge behind wire-framed glasses.

“What is it, Laura?”

“Ms. Marshal, your skin. It’s . . . glowing.”

~Meet the Authors!~ 
Kate Marshall lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and several small agents of chaos disguised as a dog, cat, and child. She works as a cover designer and video game writer. Her fiction has appeared in Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Crossed Genres, and other venues, and her YA survival thriller I Am Still Alive is forthcoming from Viking. You can find her online at katemarshallwrites.com.

Chris Large writes regularly for Aurealis Magazine and has had fiction published in Australian speculative fiction magazines and anthologies. He's a single parent who enjoys writing stories for middle-graders and young adults, and about family life in all its forms. He lives in Tasmania, a small island at the bottom of Australia, where everyone rides Kangaroos and says 'G'day mate!' to utter strangers.

Stuart Suffel's body of work includes stories published by Jurassic London, Evil Girlfriend Media, Enchanted Conversation: A Fairy Tale Magazine, Kraxon Magazine, and Aurora Wolf among others.  He exists in Ireland, lives in the Twilight Zone, and will work for Chocolate Sambuca Ice cream. Twitter: @stuartsuffel

Michael Milne is a writer and teacher originally from Canada, who lived in Korea and China, and is now in Switzerland. Not being from anywhere anymore really helps when writing science fiction. His work has been published in The Sockdolager, Imminent Quarterly, and anthologies on Meerkat Press and Gray Whisper.

Adam R. Shannon is a career firefighter/paramedic, as well as a fiction writer, hiker, and cook. His work has been shortlisted for an Aeon award and appeared in Morpheus Tales and the SFFWorld anthology You Are Here: Tales of Cryptographic Wonders. He and his wife live in Virginia, where they care for an affable German Shepherd, occasional foster dogs, a free-range toad, and a colony of snails who live in an old apothecary jar. His website and blog are at AdamRShannon.com.

Jennifer Pullen received her doctorate from Ohio University and her MFA from Eastern Washington University. She originally hails from Washington State. Her fiction and poetry have appeared or are upcoming in journals including: Going Down Swinging (AU), Cleaver, Off the Coast, Phantom Drift Limited, and Clockhouse

Stephanie Lai is a Chinese-Australian writer and occasional translator. She has published long meandering thinkpieces in Peril Magazine, the Toast, the Lifted Brow and Overland. Of recent, her short fiction has appeared in the Review of Australian Fiction, Cranky Ladies of History, and the In Your Face Anthology. Despite loathing time travel, her defence of Dr Who companion Perpugilliam Brown can be found in Companion Piece (2015). She is an amateur infrastructure nerd and a professional climate change adaptation educator (she's helping you survive our oncoming climate change dystopia). You can find her on twitter @yiduiqie, at stephanielai.net, or talking about pop culture and drop bears at no-award.net

Aimee Ogden is a former biologist, science teacher, and software tester. Now she writes stories about sad astronauts and angry princesses. Her poems and short stories have appeared in Asimov's, Fantasy & Science Fiction, Daily Science Fiction, Baen.com, Persistent Visions, and The Sockdolager.
Nathan Crowder is a Seattle-based fan of little known musicians, unpopular candy, and just happens to write fantasy, horror, and superheroes. His other works include the fantasy novel Ink Calls to Ink, short fiction in anthologies such as Selfies from the End of the World, and Cthulhurotica, and his numerous Cobalt City superhero stories and novels. He is still processing the death of David Bowie.
Sarah Pinsker is the author of the 2015 Nebula Award winning novelette "Our Lady of the Open Road." Her novelette "In Joy, Knowing the Abyss Behind" was the 2014 Sturgeon Award winner and a 2013 Nebula finalist. Her fiction has been published in magazines including Asimov's, Strange Horizons, Lightspeed, Fantasy & Science Fiction, and Uncanny, among others, and numerous anthologies. Her stories have been translated into Chinese, French, Spanish, Italian, and Galician. She is also a singer/songwriter with three albums on various independent labels and a fourth forthcoming. She lives in Baltimore, Maryland with her wife and dog. She can be found online at sarahpinsker.com and twitter.com/sarahpinsker.

Carrie Vaughn is best known for her New York Times bestselling series of novels about a werewolf named Kitty, who hosts a talk radio show for the supernaturally disadvantaged, the fourteenth installment of which is Kitty Saves the World.  She's written several other contemporary fantasy and young adult novels, as well as upwards of 80 short stories.  She's a contributor to the Wild Cards series of shared world superhero books edited by George R.
R. Martin and a graduate of the Odyssey Fantasy Writing Workshop.  An Air Force brat, she survived her nomadic childhood and managed to put down roots in Boulder, Colorado.  Visit her at www.carrievaughn.com.

Cat Rambo lives, writes, and teaches atop a hill in the Pacific Northwest. Her 200+ fiction publications include stories in Asimov’s, Clarkesworld Magazine, and The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. She is an Endeavour, Nebula, and World Fantasy Award nominee. Her second novel, Hearts of Tabat, appears in early 2017 from Wordfire Press. She is the current President of the Fantasy and Science Fiction Writers of America. For more about her, as well as links to her fiction, see http://www.kittywumpus.net

Keith Frady writes weird short stories in a cluttered apartment in Atlanta. His work has appeared in Love Hurts: A Speculative Fiction Anthology, Literally Stories, The Yellow Chair Review, and The Breakroom Stories.
 The authors will be awarding a $20 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.