Books: The Cheapest Vacation You Can Buy











From Goodreads: Maxine “Max” Compton is in detention when the outbreak starts; so are several other students when Max’s best friend Brie storms in – chomping on the thigh bone of their favorite Home Ec teacher, Ms. Watkins!

Brie is a zombie and quickly starts biting everyone in the room—even her best friend, Max!  When the class realizes what happens, it’s too late; they are all zombies—and they’re no longer alone. Now a thin gray man in a white lab coat is testing them; making them read, and once they can no longer read, the zombies are led from the room, never to be seen again. One by one the zombies stop reading, all but a few of them, Max included. Oh, and that cute thug she’s been crushing on for years, Zander Cash! That’s when Max learns that there are good zombies, and bad zombies. And if she’s to survive, she has to pick a side.

Who knew Detention could be this hard… or last forever?

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Fischer is back with his latest zombie tale, and it’s another winner!  I really enjoyed getting to know Max, especially as she and her “friends” struggled to maintain their humanity in after being unceremoniously turned into zombies.

I think what I like best about Fischer’s writing is that it’s unique.  He doesn’t follow the traditional zombie lore, and he’s fantastically funny in his telling of events.  Though the novel is set in detention, there is so much more to the story than that, and I found the story extremely intriguing as I read.  From the epic zombie apocalypse over the school TV system, to the daring escape from the school and into the unknown, I found myself drawn into the story and rooting for the zombies—for the ones who still had brain function, that is.

Call me morbid, but I really enjoyed the tazing and zombie reactions in the beginning of the novel.  Of course, I felt terrible for the zombies, until they became the true undead versions we’re used to, but then it was like, taze that zombie!  Get ‘em!  And yet, the zombies that still have functions kind of break your heart and you can’t help but root for them.  And, of course, nothing is what it seems, so as I read the novel and thought I knew what was going on, Fischer kept blindsiding me with revelations that I never saw coming.

Now, truth be told, I didn’t connect with all the characters in the novel, and parts of it were a bit more fast paced than I would have like, but overall, this is a true gem and the perfect read for Halloween.  Like I said, Max was really cool, and I think, perhaps, there is room for a sequel, which means more character development, and I would love that!  Four stars.

I received a copy of this novel from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

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The Author of Detention of the Living Dead Interviews Its Heroine, Max Compton

By Rusty Fischer, author of Zombies Don’t Cry

Maxine “Max” Compton is just sitting in Detention one day — so totally not her fault — when her best friend Brie Cunningham walks in and turns everyone in the room into zombies.

Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time! Well, now to share her side of the story for the very first time, and ONLY on the A Book Vacation blog, I interview Max about her experiences in my new YA paranormal, Detention of the Living Dead:

Mr. Fischer: Hi Max, I gotta ask, what’s it like having a boy’s name?

Max: Hi, Mr. Fischer. Well, it didn’t start out as a boy’s name. Maxine is about as girly a name as you could get, but it always sounded a little too “church lady” for me so I shortened it to “Max.” It’s okay, actually; I’m kind of a tomboy anyway.

Mr. Fischer: Do you think that’s what helped you survive what happened to you in that Detention room?

Max: Not really. I think wanting to survive helped me survive. Being a boy or girl didn’t really enter into it. When it comes to living or dying, it’s what you’ve got deep down inside that really counts.

Mr. Fischer: That’s a good point, Max. What did you know about zombies before, sorry, becoming one?

Max: Just what I saw in the movies and on TV. You know, rotting limbs and popping out of graves and “bbbrraaaiiinnnssss!” I never knew there were different types, or that they could talk or think, or that there would be zombie cops.

Mr. Fischer: Do you think things might have gone differently if you’d been, say, in an after school club meeting when the outbreak started, as opposed to Detention?

Max: Ha! What, like Math-a-Lete zombies would be less gross than Detention zombies? I pretty much think that zombies are zombies, regardless of how they start out. Do I wish I’d stayed home from school that day? Yes, but if it was gonna happen, it was gonna happen whether or not I was in Detention or Yearbook club.

Mr. Fischer: Really? You don’t think bad people get worse when they become zombies?

Max: And what, good zombies get better? Just look at what happened to Brie. She was a really good, sweet, kind person before and then… well, not so much. And yet some of those kids in detention, the ones I thought were so tough and hard and even “bad,” turned out to be better than the rest. I think it’s just the luck of the draw.

Mr. Fischer: So, you feel “lucky” to be a good zombie?

Max: Far from it. I’d rather be a bad human than a good zombie any day.

Mr. Fischer: Really? But you’re so strong now, can’t feel pain, don’t need to sleep. There’s not a little part of you that secretly likes being a super zombie?

Max: Not even a tiny little bit. Try it someday and you’ll know what I mean.

Mr. Fischer: NO thanks, I’d rather just write about them. But you bring up a good point: Why do you think people are so fascinated with zombies these days?

Max: I wasn’t. Not really. I mean, I was in a general way, the way kids are into vampires and werewolves but I know what you mean; a lot of my friends were zombie fanatics. Now, a lot of my friends are zombies, period.

Mr. Fischer: So, Max, not to give too much away for folks who haven’t read the book yet, but… what does the future hold for you and the other survivors?

Max: I plan on finding out how the outbreak started. Who started it, when and why, and then tracking them down and doing really bad things to them.

Mr. Fischer: Really? So it’s all about revenge now.

Max: Yeah, it pretty much is.

Mr. Fischer: What’s your biggest regret about your “before life”? By that I mean, the life you led before you became a zombie?

Max: I guess that I just didn’t appreciate what it meant to be alive, to be truly alive, before. Smelling my cup of coffee in the morning, taking a breath of fresh air, sleep! I’ll miss all of those things, but the things I’ll miss the most aren’t things, really; they’re people.

Mr. Fischer: Speaking of people, if you could say anything to your Dad right now, what would it be?

Max: Hold on, Dad; I’m coming back for you!

Thanks, Max, for coming to life just this once to let me ask you all these questions! And thanks, Shana, and all your readers at A Book Vacation, for letting me share Max’s interview with you!

Yours in YA,

Rusty

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About the Author:

Rusty Fischer is the author of Zombies Don’t Cry, as well as several other popular zombie books, including Panty Raid at Zombie High, Detention of the Living Dead and the Reanimated Readz series of 99-cent living dead shorts.

Rusty runs the popular website Zombies Don’t Blog @ www.zombiesdontblog.blogspot.com. At Zombies Don’t Blog you can read more about Rusty’s work, view his upcoming book covers and read – or download – completely FREE books & stories about… zombies!

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And now for the GIVEAWAY!!!  Rusty Fischer is giving away ONE eBook copy of Detention of the Living Dead!

This is an INTERNATIONAL giveaway from Rusty Fischer, but you need to have eReading capabilities!!

To enter you must:

-Be 13 years or older (or have parent/guardian permission)

-Fill in the form with your name and email (extra entries optional)

This contest is open internationally and will end at 12:01am EST on November 6th. Please only enter once. The winner will be announced later on November 6th, and will receive email notification! Please read my giveaway policy and leave me a comment!



L.B. Schulman, author of League of Strays, has graciously stopped by the blog today to talk a little bit about psychopaths as one of her main characters, Kade, is indeed a scary psychopath. Check out what she has to say:

L.B.’s Top Ten List: Do You Know a Psychopath?

First let me say: I’m a writer, not a psychologist, but researching my character, Kade Harlin, I learned a lot about the common traits of psychopaths, which stem from their lack of conscience. Not all of these characteristics may fit a single person, but if most do, then you may have a psychopath on your hands. Since only 1 in 10 are female, I will use the pronoun “he” in the questions that follow.

1. Do your friends think he’s arrogant, even though he seems charming to you?

Psychopaths often alienate their partners from their previous support systems. Friends and family members are the first to see the problem.

2. Does he lie often?

3. Has all his previous relationships been short-term?

Psychopaths have trouble making relationships last unless their partners provide them with a critical need. They get bored easily, so they often cheat, while being possessively jealous of their partner’s interactions with the outside world.

4. Did he have a lot of behavioral problems when he was young?

Psychopaths are born this way, not created. The signs show up early.

5. Does he give you exactly what you need from the very beginning?

If you are lonely, he provides great companionship. If you need a father figure, he becomes one. Psychopaths are chameleons. They target your specific needs and seem to fulfill them, at least at the start of a relationship.

6. Does he waffle between being excessively critical to super-sweet?

To keep a partner hooked, the psychopath will “make up” for his negative behavior.

7. Does he enjoy pity parties?

For himself, that is. He has many sob stories, and he can cry easily when it’s needed. He looks for especially kind, empathetic people who will be swayed by his tales of woe.

8. Does he get bored easily?

Psychopaths have an aversion to routine living. When bored, he will typically move on or become irresponsible. He may need constant stimulation, translating to extreme risk-taking activities.

9. Does he show a lack of guilt or remorse when he behaves poorly, or a lack of empathy at the world’s problems?

10. Does he have a terrible temper that grows worse over time?

Psychopaths starts out with lavish compliments and end up highly-critical, even taking their insults public. They have a tendency to move toward abuse. If you’ve already reached this stage with a partner, seek help immediately to extricate yourself from the relationship!

Check out my REVIEW of this AWESOME Novel HERE.

Where to Buy: Amazon | Barnes and Noble | Book Passage

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And NOW for the giveaway!!

As part of this blog tour, L.B. is giving away 10 prizes:

Five League Packages: 5 signed hardcover copies + a notebook and a set of multi-coloured pens/highlighters.

Five Signed Hardcover Copies

– The giveaway is open to US and UK residents only – Must be 13+ to enter – All you have to do is fill in the Rafflecopter form below. Good luck to everyone!

Click HERE to go to the Rafflecopter giveaway page!

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Christina Daley has been extremely gracious in stopping by the blog today to answer some questions about her books, as well as give away either Seranfyll or Eligere in paperback form (or both) to one lucky winner!  So, without further ado, I give you Christina Daley!

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Hi everyone! Glad to be here, and thanks so much to Shana for letting me commandeer her blog today :)

Since Seranfyll’s release last year, and its sequel Eligere this year, I’ve gotten some recurring questions. Like, “How do you say Seranfyll?” Or, “Where do you get your ideas?” Or, “Is there a ‘real’ Domrey somewhere?” I always have fun answering questions because I love chatting with readers. Y’all are pretty fantastic!

So, here’s a little “behind the scenes” for some of the inspirations in my books:

The Cleaning Things – In Seranfyll, Rain encounters some mops, brooms, and buckets that magically move about on their own. I borrowed that idea from Disney, but I included them because I don’t like cleaning floors or dusting. I don’t mind scrubbing the bathroom or doing laundry and dishes. But dusting, sweeping, mopping, and vacuuming are the bane of my existence.

Coal’s Ethnicity – I describe Coal as having dark skin and hair, and some have asked if he’s black or another ethnicity. And the answer is he’s neither, since our countries don’t exist in the world of Seranfyll. But if I had to liken him to a people group in our world, then he would probably resemble an Indian or other South Asian with very dark skin. Dark-skinned people resembling Africans or aboriginal Australians show up Eligere, and a bunch of different ethnic groups appear in the third book, which I’m working on now.

Domrey’s Bear – Despitebeing a grown man, Domrey has an enviable collection of toys in his room. One, a yellow bear, has significance. I won’t go into details and spoil it for those who haven’t read the book yet, but I had a yellow teddy bear like that. He doesn’t need a key like the one in the book, but he’s real, and he’s currently in my niece’splayroom at my parents’ house.

The Rube Goldberg Machine – In addition to the bear (and other things), Domrey has an elaborate Rube Goldberg machine in his room. But I couldn’t call it that because Reuben Goldberg wasn’t born until 1883, and Seranfyll is set in the 15- to 1600s. So, I don’t call it anything. However, if you were wondering what it was, then that’s what it’s supposed to be.

Amyrania’s Rainy Season – If you’ve made it to Eligere,then you know that the lead characters go to Amyrania during the rainy season. When I was writing this last year, we were in the middle of the hottest summer in Texas, with record three-digit temperatures and Stage 2 and 3 water restrictions in the Dallas/Fort Worth area. We had it good compared to some counties that were restricted from even running their showers and washing machines. Suffice it to say, it was hot, and I wanted to be somewhere with lots of rain and cooler temperatures. So, I gave Amyrania a rainy season.

Ironically, as I write this, D/FW is once again experiencingsearing temperatures and water restrictions.

A “Real”Domrey – I’ve mentioned in previous interviews that some of Domrey’s character is based on the eccentric British MP William Wilberforce. He also has a little bit of Howl from Diana Wynne Jones’ Howl’s Moving Castle. But the biggest inspiration for Domrey is someone whom shall remain a secret :) For now, at least.

Thanks again Shana! And good luck to everyone in the giveaway!

– Christina

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Thanks so much, Christina!  These are some great answers to some questions I’ve had, and I know other readers have as well! And now for the giveaway, but first, check out my reviews of Seranfyll and Eligere!

This is a USA giveaway only.

All you have to do is enter your name and email to win, but there are extra entries options if you’re interested!

To enter you must:

  • Be 13 years or older (or have parent/guardian permission)
  • Fill in the Rafflecopter form

Click here to go to the Rafflecopter entry form!

This contest is open to USA entrants only and will end at 12:01am EST on August 22nd. Please only enter once. The winner will be announced later on August 22nd, and will receive email notification! Please read my giveaway policy and leave me a comment!



A Unique Lit Fiction Novel with Moving Dialogue!

A Work in Progress is a new literary fiction novel by author Brad Cotton. The book has received great reviews and is on sale from July 23rd to August 3rd! Download your copy here!

In addition, Brad is doing a big giveaway, including a $100 gift certificate to Amazon and signed copies of his book!

Rafflecopter Giveaway!

Tweet, like, follow, share, blog and grab a copy of his book to enter.

Get your copy of A Work in Progress today! On sale on Amazon only.

About A Work in Progress

Writer Danny Bayle’s life is in shambles. His true love has left him and his grandfather — the last and most important influence in his life — has just passed away. Danny has spent the last few months languishing, unable to write a single word, but at the urging of a friend ventures out into the world in an attempt to jumpstart a new life, befriending in the process an interesting assortment of characters including an author, a musician, an artist, and an elderly retired nurse. Garnering the attention of more than one woman, Danny sees his new friends unwittingly begin to shape what could just be the story of his life. But will he ever let go of the girl that got away?

About the author

Born and raised in Toronto, Brad Cotton has been writing professionally for over a decade. An average guitarist, a subpar painter, and a horrible juggler of anything larger than a tangerine, he is currently married to a woman, but does not have a cat, a drum set, or any children. A Work in Progress is his first novel.

Learn more about the author and his work at: http://www.bradcotton.com/



Hi, my name is Angela Carling and I am the author of a tender YA romance called Unbreakable Love and an intense little book about love and power named Shackled. More about these books on my website, angelacarling.com. –Amazon or B&N http://www.amazon.com/Angela-Carling/e/B006P15NOG/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/angela-carling

A few weeks ago, I was approached by a set of Brothers who write screenplays.  They’d come across Shackled and wanted to adapt the book into a screenplay and then have it made into a made for TV movie.  As you can imagine, I was amazed and excited. Then I found myself asking why me, why my work?  This question sent me on an information quest about books and movies. Here’s what I learned.

First, I asked the screenwriter why he was interested in my book.  He answered simply; it is already written in a cinematic way and has a subject matter that people can really connect with.  He then went on to explain that some books, no matter how riveting the storyline, do not make good movies.  This piqued my curiosity and sent my little whirly mind sorting through books and movies I have read or seen.  Did you know the infamous Godfather movies were based off a far less compelling book and the chosen actors gave new dimension to the Devil wears Prada, which I didn’t know was also originally a book. This year alone, fifteen blockbuster  books are destined to hit the big screen including Mockingjay, one of my all time favorite stories in the Hunger Games trilogy.

So how does it happen? How does a book get made into a screenplay, then eventually into a movie for either the big screen or TV? Well, I can tell you about the first part (a screenplay) but not about the second, at least not yet. :)

1. An author writer must be approached or accepted by a screenplay writer or company capable of adapting their story into a movie.

2. The author is then presented with an option, a contract which basically gives permission for the screenwriter to adapt the book into a screenplay and pitch the storyline/script to studios, actors, distributors and I’m sure I’ve forgotten someone else.  The option usually has a specific timeline, for example one year. This gives the screenplay writer one year to create and market his adaptation before he or she has to renew or walk away. The author is always paid a fee for the option and that fee can be anything both parties agree on. For example, the option I signed was for two years, with the possibility to renew for six months.

3. If the screenplay is bought and actually makes it to the point that filming begins there is another, much more complicated contract that must be haggled over and signed by all the parties involved. That is where a specialty lawyer trained in entertainment contracts comes into play. Can we say Chaching $$$, for the lawyer not for me!  Each contract can be customized. Some author’s have a lot of influence over the screenplay and what happens on film, but most don’t. It is all up to the bigwigs involved and the signed contract.  For me, if all goes well, next year at this time we should be up in Washington State filming Shackled.  Up until that point, anything can happen and in my experience, life is never dull or goes according to plans!!

What will the next two years hold for me? Who knows, but I have a feeling I’m going to continue to learn about the prizes and perils of turning a book into a movie.  Now the question I have for you is what is your favorite book to movie adaptation? Leave me a comment, I’d love to know!



The Importance of Writing Reviews: by Desiree Finkbeiner

So you’ve just read a great book and you’re about to move on to the next title in your kindle library… but wait! Did you really enjoy the book you just read? Then why not write a quick review?

What’s that? You’re not much of a writer, and you don’t think your review would do the book any justice? I couldn’t disagree more! Authors work hard to create the worlds you fall in love with. They sacrifice  time, sleep, resources and other activities to bring entertainment you your kindle or library shelf. Why not give them a pat on the back for their efforts? Believe me, it means a lot for writers to hear from their readers.

First, it gives them encouragement to keep writing. Second, your feedback lets them know what they’re doing right, and what they can improve on. There’s nothing more discouraging for a writer than to feel that their work is not appreciated by someone out there. Even if there are already fifty reviews on their Amazon or Goodreads profile, your voice is unique, and they want to hear from *you*.

Not only are your reviews important to the author, but they are important to other readers too. Your review is social proof that the book is worth taking the time to read. It doesn’t have to be eloquent or  written  like a New York Times review. It could be a simple statement like, “Great read! My favorite part of the book was the first kiss. I can’t wait for the next book in the series. I highly recommend!”

Customer testimonials are the number one way of convincing other consumers to purchase new products. If the author wrote something you liked, then make it your mission to tell the world! You might be saying to yourself, “But there are already a bunch of reviews for this book. What difference can I make? There’s nothing I can say that other reviewers haven’t already said.”

On the contrary, the more voices that laud a product, the better. Seeing those review numbers builds the confidence of other consumers who only have so many dollars to spend, or so much reading time to devote to new books. So your voice, joined with the voices of others, only sing a louder refrain which reaches more ears.

Post your reviews where it counts: Amazon, Goodreads, your personal blog etc And be sure to share the book on your social profiles as well. There are people out there that are hungry for something new to read, so why not be the messenger bearing good news? Recommend books you like to your friends and they will be so glad you did… and so will the author.

No matter how small your network, your voice matters in the grand scheme of things. Even if only one more reader picks up on that book because of your efforts, you’ve done a great service to the author who worked so hard to deliver that work into your hands.

But if you’re interested in writing a more in-depth review, here are a few pointers that might help. There are six main points to a review that will earn you ‘helpful’ votes by other readers. If you’re not familiar with what I mean, take a moment to look at reviews on Amazon or  Goodreads. You can see where people can vote or ‘like’ your review. You can even earn ranks on Amazon as star reviewers or ‘vine voice’. That means your reviews were helpful to other readers and they  voted you up with points. Not only is that an honor worth bragging about, but you might even start getting free books from authors who want you to review their books! Who wouldn’t love getting FREE books?!

Better yet, why not devote a blog to your book reviews? Then post them to Amazon, Goodreads, Shelfari etc. It won’t take long before word gets around that your reviews are honest and helpful, and you’ll get flooded with review requests from authors and publishers… and that means FREE books!

Here are the six components of a good review:

1. First, start by describing why you chose to read the book. Did someone else’s review influence you? Did you see a post about it on a blog, or see a book trailer online? Was it recommended by a friend? This lets the author and/or publisher know where their promotional efforts are working.

2. Describe what hooked you. Was it the hero or the plot? Did a single unique element jump out and grab you? What kept you reading? This helps the author know what they’re doing right, and helps them develop the quirks that reeled you in. You might be inclined to reveal some spoilers here, but that is up to you.

3. Without getting too much into spoilers, try to describe what your favorite  aspect(s)  of  the story was. Could you relate to the characters? Did the plot flow well? How was the world-building? Were there some good surprises, or was it predictable?

4. Was there anything that bothered you about the book? Was there any repetitive word use, shallow characters, a hole in the plot, a scene that left you hanging? Or was it written to perfection, enough to make you eager for the next installment? This is your chance to give constructive advice to the author on how, in your opinion, the book could have been better.

5. Sum it up. Is there something you think other readers need to know? Was there a lot of swearing or graphic content? Do you feel it’s your duty to give people a ‘head’s up’? Was the romance a sweet romance or steamy with lots of skin? Think of the summary in terms of movie ratings. Was is PG or Rated R? Why? The summary will help other readers know what to expect so they don’t get half way through the book and find that there is content they’re uncomfortable with.

6. Finally, your recommendation. Who do you think will enjoy the book? Think demographics: age, sex, genre. Why would enjoy this book?

Now what are you waiting for? Go review that book you just read!



Angeline Kace has just released the cover of her upcoming novel, Enemy Within, and it’s BEAUTIFUL!  I can’t wait to read this book–I’ve been dying for the sequel to Descended by Blood, and it’s almost here!!!  AND, Kace is giving readers a special treat: the first chapter (below) as well as a chance to win an eBook copy of the novel (at the end of this post)!  There will be 3 winners across the whole reveal, and winners will receive the book as soon as it’s ready, which will most likely be the end of July or early August.  The giveaway will run from 6/7 12:01 AM EST through 6/15 12:01 AM EST.

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Enemy Within: Coming August 30, 2012

Two guys who’ve stolen her heart.

Three races and only one of them worthy.

Countless enemies with insatiable bloodlust for power.

Will one girl’s curse ultimately save her?

Half-vampire Brooke Keller barely survived the slaying of her worst enemy, only to learn that Zladislov—the world’s most powerful vampire, leader of the vampire world, and her father—wants her dead. However, this time, she’s not only fighting vampires but a raging monster within her that endangers what’s left of her humanity. And when a deadly disease threatens to take her best friend’s life, Brooke tries to convince Kaitlynn to accept a monster of her own: becoming a Zao Duh.

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Chapter 1 Excerpt:

Chapter One

Mirko

Immortality is a lie. It’s something the Pijawikas tell themselves to feel godly. Pijawikas and Zao Duhs don’t age like humans, but we do age and we can die. With Pijawikas directing the Zao Duhs to do their dirty work, the lie that they will never die is a lot easier for them to believe.

Not so for Zao Duhs. Death doesn’t just haunt me. It slaps me in the face, then holds my eyelids open as person after person dies. I’ve watched people I have known, loved, and who didn’t deserve to, die. Pijawikas don’t mind. As long as the person dying is only a Zao Duh or a human, nothing is lost to them.

Brooke is part Pijawikan and instead of them adding her to their list of sacred lives among the chosen, they see her as an abomination—a death sentence deserved. One I can’t allow them to make good on. I’ve fought for and against the Pijawikas, but I have never felt as strongly as I do now about not giving them what they want.

Brooke is innocent, and she holds a place in my heart so deep I didn’t think it existed before I met her. Pijawikas have broken my heart, and broken my body and almost my mind, but I can’t let them harm her. Not this girl.

When she ran out of her father’s house, the look on her face sent a cold chill through my limbs and sinking horror in my gut. Whatever we thought we conquered had come back tenfold.

She was tired and battered, barely able to clean the dirt and blood off her face and change into clean clothes. Even her nap on the plane couldn’t replenish her. Although she still had enough fight in her to make sure we went home and not on the run from her father.

“He’d find us anywhere,” she had said. “Please. I just want to go home and see my mom and Kaitlynn.”

She was right, and the bruised and heart-wrenching look she gave me melted any resistance I would have put forth. I wasn’t prepared to fight this battle. Not against the Head of Pijawikas. We needed resources and a plan. Garwin could provide the recourse. I still had to come up with a good plan, but no matter how creative a solution I could find, I knew my time with Brooke was limited. Zladislov would hunt her down and kill her. Realistically, I couldn’t save Brooke from her father, but I sure as hell had no doubt I would die trying. I knew my days were numbered.

Garwin came out the front door as we made our way up his steps. He met Brooke with open arms, and even though she whimpered a little when he squeezed her tight, the relief on her face was palpable.

“I’m glad you’re all right. I have been so worried about you,” Garwin said as he walked us inside.

Garwin had increased his security since the last time I was there. Strange faces littered the hallway, and a burly man stood by the marble statue. I took note to test his reflexes and agility later. We needed more than to look like a strong force. I needed everyone to deliver when Zladislov arrived.

“Where’s Mom?” Brooke asked as she looked around and eyed the security detail. 

“She’s on her way,” Garwin said. “She’s been worried about you. I haven’t told her anything yet, only that you were coming home.” He eased Brooke down on the couch and then took a seat in a large chair by the fireplace. Jaren and I sat on the couch with Brooke across from Garwin. Yes, Jaren was still hanging around. I couldn’t seem to get rid of the kid.

“I understand you had to be discreet while talking to me on the plane, but I can’t wait for Brooke’s mom to get here. What’s going on?” Garwin had a calm demeanor, but I could feel the anxiousness stirring below the surface.

“Zladislov’s my father and he wants to kill me,” Brooke said. She didn’t sound scared, but she did sound hopeless and tired.

“Oh, dear God.” Garwin ran his hand along the outside of his mouth and stood. He walked over to his liquor cabinet and dropped two ice cubes in a glass, then poured his favorite brandy in after. He picked up his glass, swirled the liquid a couple of times and then took a swig. The whole time he stared ahead as if looking at something but seeing nothing. Wherever his mind was, it wasn’t in that room.

I had never seen Garwin speechless before. He always had someone to call or a brilliant idea to offer as a solution.

Brooke tensed. “Garwin? Say something.”

I knew our situation was daunting, but I never expected that eerily distant look in Garwin’s eyes, which only set Brooke further on edge. She was scared but fought to stay awake. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier with every exhale.

Garwin stared on for a moment longer before he turned to us. “I have a lot to think about and you need to get some rest,” he said, then looked at me. “Will you make sure she gets to her room all right?”

“Of course.” I stood and gently tugged Brooke up by her arm.

She yelped and guilt sliced through me. She was injured and anywhere I touched her I’d cause her pain. However, she didn’t appear to have the strength to get off the couch, let alone climb the stairs to the bedrooms. I bent over and caught her underneath her knees. They buckled with ease and she rested in my arms.

Jaren rose with a scowl on his face and his footsteps sounded behind us. There was a reason Garwin asked me to take Brooke up to her room and not him; I was best suited to handle her.

Brooke’s breathing was rough and deep, full of both exhaustion and pain. I hoped once I laid her down, she would fall asleep and the pain would subside.

I walked as smoothly as I could and paid attention not to jostle her as I climbed the stairs. “Which room?” I whispered to her.

“It’s the second to last door on the right,” Jaren said. I didn’t like the idea of Jaren knowing which room belonged to Brooke.

“Hmph,” I huffed, and Brooke stirred slightly. I wouldn’t make any more of that. Brooke needed to rest, not worry about Jaren and me.

Jaren’s footsteps sped up as he went around us and then turned the doorknob. I paused for a second before entering. A part of me didn’t want to put Brooke down and that side struggled with the part of me that wanted her to be in a painless sleep. The selfish side lost and I moved forward and set her on top of the bed. A content sound escaped her lips, telling me she needed the rest as much or more than I assumed.

“Thanks for carrying her up,” Jaren said, as if I were doing him a favor.

“I didn’t do it for you.” A fuzzy blanket lay at the foot of the bed. I grabbed it and covered Brooke’s arms. She seemed to calm and her breathing became more relaxed.

I kissed her forehead, comforted because she was.

I walked away, but Jaren stepped around me and kissed Brooke on the cheek. Anger and possession flared up inside me. She had yet to choose me, but she was mine. My days with her were numbered and I wasn’t sure how many of them I could deal with this kid trying to one up me. I focused on Brooke to read her response to Jaren’s sign of affection, but there wasn’t one. I expected at least some sort of reaction, even in the slightest, but there was nothing. Almost as if he kissed the cheek of a corpse.

I had seen this before, but I had to make sure. I strode back over to Brooke’s side and shook her shoulder. “Slatki.”

Nothing.

She was still as a stone. My fears were confirmed.

“What’s wrong?” Jaren asked from behind me.

“She’s in a sleep.” Not even her eyes fluttered from behind her lids.

“And that means what?”

I turned to face him so he knew exactly how serious I was. “It means no one comes into this room alone. When she wakes up, she’s going to be ravenous for blood. Anyone in here when she comes to will not be you, or her mother, or anyone else she recognizes. Until she feeds, she will be completely controlled by that hunger. You are not to call Kaitlynn, and no one is to come in here without me with them. Is that clear?”

He glared at me and his jaw tightened but he nodded. 

I smirked and waited at the door until he cleared it, then I shut it, letting him see that I alone controlled the access to Brooke. I wanted it clear that my commands went deeper than any boyish possession over her. Lives were on the line.

He marched across the hall, opened a door to another room and then closed it behind him. Did he think he was going to stay in the room across the hall from Brooke? I shook my head and looked to the doors next to Brooke’s. I moved to the one on the left and opened it. Furnished but bare of any personalization. I’d talk to Garwin about taking that one.

Brooke being in a sleep complicated things. It wouldn’t be easy to move her in her condition and any plans we made would have to be implemented without her input. We couldn’t wait for her to wake, though.

I descended the stairs two at a time and stopped at the burly guy standing at the stairs’ base. I didn’t need to ask Garwin his thoughts on him as the guy’s mere presence told me everything I needed to know. “Zao Duh?”

He nodded.

“Good. Don’t let anyone go inside her room. She’s in a sleep, but if you hear her come out, grab her.”

His nostrils flared. He knew what that meant, but I wasn’t sure if he’d seen it or just heard about it. “Are you Mirko?”

“Yes. And you are?” I was familiar with many Zao Duhs, but this one was unknown to me. That would normally make me unsettled, but I trusted Garwin’s judgment. Especially when it came to Brooke. He did hire me at the onset, which was the best call he could’ve made for her.

“Rorik.” He struck his hand out and I shook it. His grip was firm and assertive, a good indication he was confident in his stature. “I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet the infamous Mirko.”

I grinned. Damn right he’d heard of me. I lead some of the fiercest and most sought after group of Zao Duhs on the planet. “I’d like to say the pleasure is mutual, but I need to know a few things first.” Business before anything else. That’s the way I worked, which was what kept people alive. I wasn’t about to let my guard down because some guy was impressed with my name and told me so. 

“I assume Garwin filled you in on why you’re here?”

He frowned. “Zladislov is after the girl.”

“And you care because?” His answer was crucial in gaining my trust.

“I had a sister about her age who was killed by Pijawikas. I aim to protect the innocent. No matter who the perpetrator is.”

“Do you understand if you get caught, you’ll be arrested for treason?” Not only was that a loaded question, asking him if he knew the full implication of his actions, but I wanted to see the look on his face when the idea of his death became fresh in his mind.

He didn’t even flinch. “Yes, sir. I do.”

I shook his hand again. “Good. I think we can work together.” That was one down. I only needed about one thousand more to call it a fair fight.

To get a few more, I went to the rental car for my phone and dialed Ace.

“Hey, man. How’d it go?”

“Jelena was neutralized—by Brooke, actually.”

“No shit? How’d she do that?”

“That will have to wait for later. I need a favor and what I’m about to ask you is huge. I’ll understand if you can’t do it, but I need you.”

“Bro, you know whatever it is you need, I’m there. What’s up?”

“Zladislov knows about Brooke and he’s going to kill her. I need reinforcements. I know it’s as close to a suicide mission as you can get, and I’d never ask this of you, but I have to put up some resistance for her—something to make Zladislov’s men think twice when they come for her. I can’t let her go down without a fight. I’m sorry, Ace, but I love her. I can’t not ask this of you.” Ace knew how deep my feelings for Brooke went. I’d made them clear when he and Brooke talked me into using her as bait for Jelena.

“Whoa. That’s pretty steep.” Silence hung in the air, and I almost regretted asking him. “But you know I’m with you. Where are you? Are you guys on the run?”

Relief the strength of something unnatural washed over me in waves. The kinship Ace offered was unlike anything I could’ve asked for in my life. Sure, I’d been there to save his ass more than I could count on two hands, but every time I was in a bind, he was there. Just like the time we met.

I was on a mission to save a kidnapped Pijawikan girl from a rogue Zao Duh. He’d captured her and threatened her life in exchange for money. Life as a Zao Duh is tough, but you don’t use a child like that. Ever. Let alone a Pijawikan child. They’re rare and almost revered within Pijawikan culture. It wasn’t just a recovery mission, though. It was a rescue and assassination. Things went wrong and when I thought my life was over, Ace came out of nowhere and rescued me. Bros ever since.

“I couldn’t talk her into running. And this might be her final days, so she should get to spend them the way she prefers. But she’s in a sleep right now, so any persuasion I would normally use to get her out of here won’t work, and I can’t just take her. No matter how bad I want to, it’d be wrong, and she’d never forgive me. I can’t do that to her.”

“A sleep? Talk about worst-case scenario.”

“God, you have no idea.”

“So where are you now?”

“Lexintgton, Virginia. Garwin Johnson’s home. Come and bring everyone who’s willing. Tell them what’s at stake and ask anyone who’s willing to please come. I can’t thank you enough for this, Ace.”

“I’m with you. Just hang tight. We’ll be there soon.”

I hung up the phone and smiled, an unexpected happiness started to take root within my chest. I may not be able to stop Zladislov completely, but I was one step closer to delaying him.

The next step was a plan and I needed Garwin for that, so I went back inside to find him. My phone rang before I reached the den. When I pulled it out of my pocket, Unknown read across the display. “That was quick,” I told Ace when I answered.

“Yes, I do pride myself on my efficiency.”

Acid rose in my throat. “Dikan.”

“It really is heartwarming to find you remember my voice. We’ve had some good times, haven’t we?”

The bastard taunted me. His idea and my idea of good times were not even in the same hemisphere. “How did you get this number?”

“A little birdie from The Base gave it to me.”

I growled.

“Ah, now don’t take it out on the little birdie. I’m a hard one to resist, as I’m sure you’re well aware.”

I knew exactly how hard it was to resist him. Resentment took hold of me so swift and strong I heard the phone creak as I squeezed it. I forced myself to release some of the tension in my fingers. I couldn’t afford for the phone to break and end the call. Dikan called for a reason beyond taunting me. Everything he did had ulterior motives. I had to hang on long enough to figure out what they were this time.

My jaw clenched beyond my control, so I had no choice but to speak between my teeth. “What do you want?”

Dikan chuckled. “I’m calling out of consideration for you, old friend. I saw how much you were taken by the young melez. It’s sweet really. And disgustingly fitting for you. Too bad it won’t last.” His smirk was layered within his tone. “Jelena’s death will be avenged. Your time with Brooke should be well spent as it will end soon.”

“You come near her and I’ll kill you. You have nothing to use against me this time.”

Dikan’s maniacal laugh filled the line. “I’m afraid that’s not so. But until then, I bid you farewell and a pleasant time spent with your lady friend.”

The call ended, and hatred I had long ago conquered swelled up inside me. Its tentacles took hold around my heart, in my gut, and possessed all possible thought within my mind. I rode it for a flurry of a few minutes until I realized I could no longer allow myself to be controlled by hatred and resentment. I had a purpose beyond revenge and bloodthirsty justice for a past so ugly and wrong. Brooke was my focus now. I pushed harder and harder on the hatred, trying to quell and lock it up enough to clear my mind and get a handle on the proper move I needed to take.

I concentrated on Brooke: her laughter, her blush, the smell of her hair, and the memory of her velvety skin as I stroked her cheek. The acute memory helped ebb the anger, but what replaced it was less satisfying.

I looked down on the phone and hit redial. Ace answered on the second ring.

“I know I said warn the others and to ask those who are willing to come. But I need more than that,” I said, hopelessness thick in my words. “Offer them money. If they won’t come for me, or for Brooke, or because protecting the innocent is what we stand for, offer them money. I’ll split everything I have with those who will be persuaded by it. Just get anyone and everyone you can.” 

“Sure, sure. What happened?” Ace knew me and he knew it was unusual for me to sound like that—desperate.

“Dikan called. He’s up to something and I don’t think it has anything to do with Zladislov.”

“Oh, shit. I’ll see what I can do.”

Oh, shit was right.

As a former slave to the Pijawikas, Mirko is driven to protect the innocent at all costs, but he has never faced a foe more formidable than Zladislov. And when the Commission bears down on Brooke, Mirko finds the stream of enemies runs deeper than he ever imagined.

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During late December and January, Matt Xell is posting the Tower of Parlen Min: The Chapter Commentaries videos on Youtube. These 21 videos will include Book Excerpts, Q & As and Trivia for the first 16 chapters of the book topic by topic (without giving away too much of the book of course).  Below is the synopsis of the book and the first three chapter commentaries of the novel.

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From Goodreads: Ves Asirin wins a trip to the Tower of Parlen Min. There, with 19 other children, he competes in the Sword Challenge; a series of puzzles and tasks, for $12 million. As fantastic and glorious as the tower seems to be, Ves finds that it keeps a dark and secret history that he has been connected to for over 150 years, a secret that will define his destiny … if he can escape ‘The shadow’.

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An Excerpt from Cold Blood…

…Behind us, Professor Flaherty appeared with an armload of files and notebooks. She dropped it all onto the ground with a thud and picked up the stopwatch lying on the top of the pile.

“All right, everyone. Find your sparring partners,” she called.

The cliques broke up and everyone lined up, pairing up in a way that let me know they’d done this before. Logan moved away and went to stand in front of a boy with skinny jeans and a purple tee shirt with a picture of black piano keys trailing diagonally across the fabric.He looked bored, but Logan shot me a dimpled grin and crouched into a ready position. I stood back near the edge of the clearing, waiting to see what would happen next. Professor Flaherty came up beside me.

“Tara, I understand you’ve never had any proper combat or self-defense training, so for today, I will allow you to observe. By Monday I expect you to be ready to join the class.” She turned to face the rest of the class without waiting for an answer. “Jeremy, you can call it today.”

A blond boy with big arms stepped forward and then turned to face the rest of his classmates. Geez, was everyone here pretty? Professor Flaherty waited until Jeremy was in place and then called out, “Warm ups. Begin.”

I started to argue and tell her that Ididn’t need to watch; that despite my lack of training, I could handle myself just fine. That I’d had proper training, because Jack was a better fighter than half the people here, probably. Then I saw the rest of the class begin to move,and I realized how petty and dumb I would’ve sounded.

Instead of ripping into each other in mock combat, they stood facing front and in perfect harmony began moving their bodies. Jeremy called out various poses or positions and everyone responded by throwing their bodies that way. It looked like a combination of kung-fu and power yoga. I’d never seen anything like it. I clamped my mouth closed and watched.

“Forward thrust,” called Jeremy.

In response, the entire class’ rightfists shot out. Only, it wasn’t a normal punch. It looked graceful and powerful. Even their legs moved in sync as one came forward to balance the other, their knees bending in exactly the same place.

“Back block,” Jeremy called.

Everyone’s hands thrust backward, bent at the elbows, accompanied by a collective grunt at the force put into the move. All I could do was stare, in fascination and dread. There was no way I’dbe able to learn this crap in three days. They looked like the karate kid army.

When the warm ups were over – and I knew they were because all movement ceased, and Jeremy stepped back in a stiff military march – Professor Flaherty addressed the class.

“It looks good, guys. We’re going to use the rest of the class for one-on-one practice. I want you to find a way to use as many of the warm ups as you can, in your defensive moves. Give each other breaks as needed and go easy. I do not want any more strained backs, like last week.” A few chuckles went around but they faded quickly as everyone readied themselves. “Begin.”

It was a blur of blocked punches and deflected kicks. No one wasted time in pretending to attack each other, and from where I stood, no one held back, either. There were grunts and handbreadth, evidence of the fact that full force was given to every attempted attack. I glanced over at Logan and his music-loving partner. Whatever expression of boredom the kid had worn before was gone, replaced by grim concentration as he managed to duck and block Logan’s attack. From what I could tell, blocking was about all he had time for; Logan was a blur of hands and feet.

A hand pressed lightly on my arm, and I looked up. Professor Flaherty was watching me, a glint in her green eyes. “Alot to take in. Then again, from what I saw, you’ll pick it up in no time.”

“You mean at the warehouse? Thanks, but this is something different. This is more… controlled,” I finally said, still watching the fights.

“Control is learned over time, with practice. You seem to have the talent you need to get there.”

“Maybe.” I looked back at her. “Not like you, though. You were amazing. I couldn’t believe how fast you moved.”

She smiled. “It was refreshing to be able to get out there and practice what I preach. Good exercise. You weren’t sobad yourself.”

“I don’t know. Alex had to save my butt in there. If he hadn’t…”

“Everyone needs a wingman once in awhile. You’re lucky to have Alex as a trainer. He’s one of the best at this school.”

“Is that why he got stuck training me?”

She smiled, but her eyes were hard and no longer on me. “Being the best has its price.”

 
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Something Is a Little Off About You Kid by Angela Kulig

I’d like to say, I had a nice normal childhood. I’d also like to say I didn’t eat ice cream for breakfast this morning, but in both cases I’d be lying. By all accounts the years I spent growing up should have been unusually ordinary; I had two parents and a bratty little sister. I caused very little trouble, outside of my own head anyway.

In high school I wore a copious amount of black clothing and severe looking footwear, but I didn’t do drugs just write bad poetry. Instead of staying out all night like a rebel without a cause, I joined the threatre and stalked through then night for the sake of culture.

So what exactly went wrong? How do you go from practically boring to the glow in the dark Skeletons of Skeleton Lake? Remember that part about the all black clothing? Well, it was before that actually.

In the summer before sixth grade I decided to write my first novel. I had read almost every classic I could get my hand on by that point, and I felt overdue. My first book, It Sounds Like Thunder, an EPIC literary piece about the Vietnam war through the eyes of a child; sounds like an award winner, but trust me it was entirely dreadful.

I mean, do you remember how slow the internet was back in the day? It’s even worse than when the idiot next to you is eating up the free wifi at Starbucks with their youtube videos. So needless to say all of my “research” was done using primarily The Encyclopedia Britannica–which my parents bought for me at the tender age of three and half.

Maybe I shouldn’t be explaining to you why I am the way that I am, maybe you should just meet my parents.

Anyway my point is, how many sixth graders do you know that write literary fiction? Epic or otherwise? It was about that time in my life that people started to say, “There’s something a little off about you kid.”

But of course, I knew that already.



In honor of her giveaway of DreamKiller 1 and 2, two shorts from the Specials series, Heather Hildenbrand is sharing a short story from the point of view of Lucas, one of the main characters in the DreamKiller stories.  Check it out below!
 
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Lukas pulled the curtain closed with a grand flourish and smiled wide at his two female customers. They were a little young to be here on their own, especially with darkness falling fast over the big top. He knew better than most what sort of evil lurked between the tented alleyways of this circus, and it wasn’t pretty. But the girls giggled at his dramatics and appeared completely wrapped up in watching Lukas perform for them, unaware of the dangers that awaited them outside, should they overstay their welcome. Lukas slipped into character and let the smile fall away until it was only a hint of a secret about to be spilled. He earned more tips from his friendly demeanor than he did for being accurate, though he sometimes fudged the details a little so he wasn’t too precise. It wouldn’t do to have people thinking he really was precognizant.
 
He walked back to the table with wide, flourishing steps and slid into his chair with arms spread wide like a performer; for that’s what he was. He might not have a stage, or a place in the big top, but he was a performer through and through.
 
“Ladies, welcome,” he said in a low, booming voice.
 
The girls giggled again. They both had a similar shade of blonde streaks in their dishrag hair, and one was huddled up to the other in a protective stance. He knew without even opening his ‘sight’ that they were sisters. The oldest looked to be about seventeen, the youngest fifteen. He bit back a frown. They really shouldn’t be out here alone. Where was their escort? He knew it was a new fad in society: you women no longer required an escort for every outing. He thought it was a little too progressive and dangerous. But then, it wasn’t up to him. At least he could look ahead, make sure they’d be safe when they left.
 
“You are here to know your future, yes?” He waggled his eyebrows dramatically, playing up the character.
 
“Yes,” they said in unison. The oldest was watching him with a small smile and piercing blue eyes. It was almost sad how unaware she was of the impossible age difference between them.
 
“Well, then. Sit back and relax and let Hocus Pocus have a look.”
 
“Hocus Pocus? That’s your name?”
 
“It is tonight.” He winked, to the sound of more giggles. “Now, close your eyes and ask me what you wish to know.”
 
The girls complied and he wasn’t surprised to find they weren’t the type to peek. So many of his clients were and he was always herding them back to obedience. If nothing else, so he could properly concentrate without worrying about the mask of his character falling away before their eyes. If he caught sight of a particularly unexpected vision, his eyes were likely to glaze over and become unfocused, and that would most certainly give away the truth of his gift. As long as they thought it was all in fun, his position here remained secure.
 
“What would you have me see?” he asked.
 
“My future,” said the youngest, after a nudging prompt from her sister. “There’s a boy…”
 
“Ah, I see,” he said. “A boy…” He squinted in concentration, eyes on the girl, and let his mind wander over her.
 
Seconds later, he felt the web of his mind open a connection and he went through it without hesitation. Suddenly, he was seeing beyond this room, this moment, into another night. A night where the young girl before him wore white and soft lavender as she was led through an archway and into a room full of smiling faces, on the arm of a man who had a forehead way too large for his small face but otherwise, looked happy as a clam to be where he was. People cheered and toasted. A couple that were, no doubt, her parents were grinning from ear to ear and the robust man was crying and claiming allergies. It bothered him only vaguely that he didn’t see the older sister in the room and then he was being called back by the sound of the younger girl’s voice.
 
“Can you see him? I mean, can you see anything, Hocus Pocus?”
 
He blinked and refocused on her. She still had her eyes closed, but he could tell she was straining to open them and have her answers. “I see a boy, my dear. Open your eyes.” She did and watched him expectantly. Not for the first time, he felt like Christmas morning personified and was always grateful when there was truly good news to deliver. Nothing harder than trying to lie to cover up a gruesome future. He smiled at the girl and spread his arms wide, going for the theatrical again. “He is yours,” he said. “’Til death do you part.”
 
“Oh,” she said, her eyes going wide. “You’re sure it’s him? I mean, you don’t even know what he looks like, this boy.”
 
Her words were rushed, and he couldn’t bring himself to find out if he’d seen the boy she was hoping for, so he said, “I see you happier than you’ve ever been. In the meantime, let destiny have its secrets.”
 
She looked a little put off by his vague answer, like she might argue, so he turned to her sister and hurried on before there could be a rebuttal. “And you, dear. What do you want to see?”
 
“Um, well… I mainly came here for my sister, Justine.” Justine, the younger sister, snuggled closer. “I guess… can you tell me if my scholarship comes through?” She didn’t sound overly skeptical of his ability to see it; more like she wasn’t used to putting herself first. He appreciated what that meant for her character and smiled a genuine smile at her.
 
“Of course. Close your eyes and let Hocus Pocus work his magic.”
 
Both girls settled in again to wait, eyes closed, and he worked quicker this time, opening the web of connections and finding hers before stepping through. He was met by a wall of darkness and for a second, he floundered, unable to get his bearings. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and he was able to make out shadows. Odd shaped buildings and crude alleys came into focus. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was, but it was too dark.
 
He tried pushing past this moment, into something more future, but nothing would come. His mind was uneasy, not only with his surroundings, but the inability to move forward from the vision. He never got blocked like this. Unless…
 
He swallowed a lump and looked at his surroundings more closely. If he strained, he could hear panting nearby. He whirled in every direction. There. Crouched behind a crate was the older sister. He moved closer, knowing she couldn’t see him here in this reflection of what was to come. Her clothes were torn and her eye was swollen and leaking. She was crying so softly, he almost missed it. He wanted to bend down and comfort her but she wouldn’t feel his touch. A scuffle sounded from the mouth of the alley and he looked up at the same moment she did. It was too dark to make out anyone specific, but he knew there was someone there; several someones. They were drunk. He knew it without needing to see them. He could feel it in the air, in the way they carried themselves. And they were heading this way. He swallowed another lump.
 
“Well? Do you see?”
 
The sound of her voice wrenched him out of the dark vision, and he blinked at her. Her eyes were open and she was watching him with curiosity and a little confusion. His eyes must’ve been milky again. He should really start making them all wear blindfolds. Or at least dim the lights.
 
“I didn’t get it, did I?” she asked.
 
 
He collected himself and pasted an open smile on his lips. “Easy as pie,” he said. Madame Bellfast had trained him in the art of talking in clichés when the answer was unclear or unflattering. He reverted to it only when he really floundered for answers. When the visions he saw were particularly gruesome.
 
“So, I got it?” Her eyes went wide, like her sisters, but it seemed more disbelief than excitement.
 
“You needn’t concern yourself,” he said, which was, unfortunately, true. The scholarship was the least of her worries.
 
She smiled, transforming her features from anxious to pretty. “Thank you… Hocus Pocus,” she said.
The girls rose, and he took his cue, rising as well and motioning them towards the curtain with a flourish of his hands. “Ladies, it has been a pleasure. Come back anytime and enjoy the show.”
 
They smiled and slipped past him, out the curtain he held open for them, and into the fluorescent night. The yellow lights danced off their hair as they made their way down the causeway, arm in arm. He watched them until he couldn’t see them anymore and then let the curtain fall back into place with finality. He couldn’t see any more customers tonight. Madame Bellfast would understand. He’d never come out and admitted his gift to her, but he saw the way she watched him and he knew she knew.
 
He sat back down at the table and removed the heavy cape he’d draped over himself. Partly because it lended him to the character he played and partly because it covered up the ketchup stain on his button-up shirt underneath. He dropped his head into his hands and, without really knowing why, went back into the web to look for the girl. His visions weren’t always accurate when he tried for the distant future. He should try for something more immediate, make sure he wasn’t missing something.
 
The web opened and he stepped through. Over the next few minutes, he let the vision take him, completely wrapping himself into the moment. At the end, his head shot up and his eyes swirled back into focus with jolting clarity. He jumped up, knocking the chair over, and ran from the tent.
He found the alleyway with the ease of someone who’d been there a thousand times. It was the alley between the groomer’s tent and the bearded lady, and he knew the sort that hung out there. They were lower than the low. Not even worthy of the company of the ‘lifers’; these were the temps. Short for ‘temporary’. They were so unpredictable, you never knew who would still be here the next day, or who’d be passed out in the ditch as the circus party headed for the next town, leaving the drunk behind.
 
He heard the sounds before he saw them, and his insides clenched. Was he too late?
 
Grunts and guffaws echoed out from the darkened alley, and he recognized the scene from his vision with revulsion. A body came hurtling towards him from the back of the alley and slammed into him. It was the youngest sister and she must’ve recognized him because even through her sobbing she clung to him with a desperate grip.
 
“My sister,” she managed, before reverting back to indistinguishable sobs. “My sister,” she repeated.
He peeled her off him and set her aside, under the bright lights of the menagerie tent. “Stay here,” he said. He didn’t wait for an answer because she was still sobbing. Instead, he headed into the unlit alley.
 
He did quick checks with his gift while he walked. Ten seconds out. Clear. Fifteen. Clear. Twenty. Not so good. There was going to be a guy just ahead, behind that crate. Lukas reacted a split second before his attacker and caught him around the throat. He squeezed and slammed the guy on the ground without a word. His would-be attacker struggled against him, but Lukas held firm. Physical strength was another of his gifts and he rarely used it for violence; unless it was unavoidable. His attacker ceased his struggles and fell silent. Lukas rose, still checking ahead with his gift. He saw what the three men up ahead planned on doing to the oldest sister and shut his visions off after that. Even if it alerted him to an attack, he couldn’t bear to watch the possible future unfold. He had to stop it.
 
He walked right into the group of partiers, and they were so far gone they didn’t even recognize him as an outsider until he’d punched the closest one square across the jaw, sending him sprawling backwards.
 
“Hey,” the other two shouted. They lunged towards him but it was like slow motion. The stench of alcohol that clung to them was revolting. Lukas held his breath and waded into the fight with both hands. He was dimly aware of the frightened girl, crouching behind some crates, and whimpering. He ignored her and focused on the fight. On the meeting of his fists to the men’s faces. Then their ribs. Then their throats. When he finally stood and wiped the sweat from his brow, none of them were moving. He hoped they stayed unconscious until the tents were rolled and loaded and they were halfway to the next town. Otherwise, he’d have to face them again. And he wasn’t sure he could leave them alive if that happened.
 
“You okay?” he asked, turning back to the girl.
 
He couldn’t see her face, even this close, but he could see the silhouette of her arm, and he took it gently in his hand and pulled her to her feet.
“I think so,” she whispered. He could hear the fear and panic in those three words, but she managed to hold it together and let him lead her out of the alley.
 
Justine, the youngest, was waiting under the lights. She ran to her sister and they clung to each other in a fierce hug. Lukas stood aside and waited as long as he could before breaking them apart with a hand on the eldest’s shoulder.
 
“You should get going,” he said quietly. “Get home.”
 
The eldest nodded at him. “Thank you,” she said.
 
“Yes, thank you, Hocus Pocus,” said Justine, tears still streaming down her face. She sniffled and clung to her sister but she was smiling at him.
 
“All in a day’s work,” he answered, going with the cliché again.
 
He nudged them forward and followed them all the way to the parking lot. When they got in their car and drove off, he stood there, smiling, as he watched the vision of the oldest sister’s life play out before his eyes. It was long and full.
 
He’d saved another one.
 
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Transmedia: The wave of the future? 

What is Transmedia?

“’Transmedia storytelling’” engages consumers through different means, shifting from the traditional linear story, to a more complex, multi-dimensional ‘story world.’ These characters and ‘story worlds’ can exist and develop outside of their initial film timeline, and this integration will allow consumers to enjoy the entertainment on a number of levels. Rather than simply [read a book, readers] can interact with characters on websites, experience the world in games, follow leads on Twitter, as well as participate in a vast array of other opportunities on various platforms. Additionally, transmedia will aggregate formerly fragmented audiences by uniting them in one “’story world.’” —Lisette Vitter from NM Incite

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BZRK Transmedia Experience:

The missing son of a U.N. diplomat… the reemergence of a strange organization… a pair of society twins caught in the middle… this is just the beginning of “Go BZRK,” a new transmedia experience from author Michael Grant.

If you’re ready to take the plunge in an interactive story like you’ve never experienced before, visit societytwins.com and register with nexushumanus.com to take your first steps in a strange and compelling universe.  Basically, these sites center around the two main elements of the book, BZRK, and players are invited to participate in it to uncover the mystery of the missing brother and the Nexus Humanus organization.  These are fictional sites to draw readers into the storyworld and interact with the plot and characters.   It’s intended for game play only. Essentially, the two sites center upon the main elements in the new book BZRK, and allow participants to interact with the storyline and characters to uncover the twins’ missing brother and the Nexus Humanus’ involvement.  It is a mystery/alternate reality game.

Filled with video, puzzles, community collaboration, and more, “Go BZRK” puts YOU, the player, right in the middle of the action as you join Nexus Humanus and unravel a mystery that may hold the key to the fate of all mankind.

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A Q&A with author Michael Grant.


What is “Go BZRK”? Is this a book or some kind of interactive story?

Both. The book comes out this winter, but the interactive part starts now. One leads up to the other, but they’re part of a complete package.

Why “transmedia”?

There are different approaches to transmedia. Most people take a single story and reproduce it on various platforms. My philosophy has been to make each element – ARG, app, web, book – a thing unto itself, each revealing some aspect of the world of BZRK. I’ve been fascinated with this is as a new way to tell stories. The book remains central, but now I can reach beyond the book and create a much more complete world. I can tell stories that enhance the book, and stories that parallel the book, and stories that are offshoots of backstory. I guess the answer to “why” is “because it’s fun.”

Is this the future of publishing?

I began a few years ago reaching out to publishers and saying we collectively needed to understand that the old models were dead or dying. I want publishing to survive, and of course I’d like my own career to thrive. So Egmont Publishing and my partners and I certainly hope this is a part of the future of publishing.

How long is this running? Is this part of a larger picture?

We’ll be running this in several chunks between now and the book release this winter. Because these things have a hard start/stop point, August is a ramp-up phase. There’ll be a lot of content coming out, but the experience really gets underway at the end of the month… just in time to distract the kids from their schoolwork.

What if someone wants to follow the story but doesn’t want to participate?

You don’t have to do anything. You can do one thing and not another. But the deeper you plunge the wetter you get. I think every part of this is fun, I think people will enjoy the ARG, the app, the site and the books.

App? You’ve mentioned that a couple times now.

Just wait and see.

What can you tell us about the story? What is “BZRK”?

It’s a battle for the soul and freedom of the human race carried out simultaneously in the world we know, and in a world that you’re not going to expect. It’s a world where if you make a false move, you’re going to lose your mind.

Insanity… is this something you have a personal familiarity with?

The line between writer and crazy person is very thin. Both go around holding long, involved conversations with people who aren’t there.

What’s this other world thing all about?

Do you really want spoilers? I’ll tell you this. We’ll be going “down in the meat.” It’s going to be vast, bloody, and beautiful.

Wait… isn’t this supposed to be for kids?

Adults like to flatter themselves that kids won’t get, won’t understand, won’t be able to handle, more intense, more complex stories. That’s nonsense. It’s the adults who are easy to creep out or scare. Say the word “biopsy” in a room full of adults. Or “audit.” See? Easy to scare. Kids are a tougher audience because kids think they’re immortal.

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Ready to take the plunge?

 

 

 



The Blockbuster Effect: Where Have All Our Choices Gone?

A Guest Post by Rusty Fischer, author of Zombies Don’t Cry

I was staring up at the movie times in front of our local theater the other day and I couldn’t believe how few choices I had. Okay, sure, I already knew I was going to see Kung Fu Panda 2 (yeah, I said it) but, it was only mid-afternoon. What if I wanted to stick around for something a little more “adult” afterward, like a murder mystery, thriller, or drama?

Forget it; even with over 20 movie theaters there were still only eight or nine actual movies to choose from. That’s because of the “Blockbuster Effect”; i.e. every new blockbuster chews up three to four theaters, and even more of it’s in 3-D.  Don’t get me wrong; I’m really looking forward to a few of this summer’s potential blockbusters, but… really? Do they all have to be about superheroes, sequels, robots, or remakes? Where are my choices? Where’s a good murder mystery the wife and I can go enjoy on a casual weeknight before or after dinner? How about something with some actual suspense, intrigue, or, you know, stimulating dialogue (remember that)?

Don’t get me wrong; I’m no art house movie snob and I love big, giant special effects movies as much as the next guy but… I’ve been supporting Hollywood for the last 20 or 30 years of regular, weekly, and loyal attendance. Shouldn’t they throw me a bone every now and again? Okay, so what do blockbusters have to do with bookselling or, for that matter, YA? Well, I kind of feel the same way when I walk into the bookstore these days. I have “x” amount of choices and very, very few of them are what I really want. In YA, you definitely have the same kind of “blockbuster effect” where certain series or tie-ins or commercial authors literally dominate the shelves, crowding out single titles, first-time authors, mainstream fiction, coming of age or pretty much anything/everything else. Again, I love a good YA vampire, zombie, werewolf, or dystopian book/series as much as the next guy, but… lately the YA bookstore shelves are starting to seem more and more like my local movie theater: more screens (books) and fewer choices.

I mention this not because I’m trying to sound like an old man screaming “Get off my lawn” to successful movies and book series, but because I’m genuinely trying – like most YA authors these days, I think – to understand why so many stories of late keep touting the “EBooks outselling print book” headline. I never thought I’d reflect that kind of statistic but I have to say, MOST of the books I’ve bought this year have been EBooks. And most of them are probably books you’ve never heard of before: The Monster’s Daughter. Jump. Origins. Hand Puppet Horror. DFF: Dead Friends Forever.  And they all rock; sincerely, legitimately and objectively rock. I enjoyed them all as much, if not more, than any mainstream paperback I’ve bought at the local bookstore in the last few years, and nearly every new EBook I read leads me to one, two, or three more.

And I’m not doing it because it’s trendy; I’m doing it because buying an EBook reflects my current reading interests and where I’m spending most of my time lately – online. To a one, each of the EBooks listed above has been written by a connection I’ve made in social media, either by a Facebook friend or someone I follow on Twitter or maybe a respected blogger’s review on Goodreads.com.  What’s more, they’re books I wanted to read, when I wanted to read them. They’re also books that should be available at my local bookstore, to say nothing of Wal-Mart and Target, but aren’t. Why? Because they’re not considered “blockbusters”; at least, not yet. I get it; I get that bookselling is a business and that Target can only afford to stock so many books, and that the books they do stock have to be (very) commercially viable. And nothing is more commercially viable than a brand-name author, “brand” or series that everybody already knows. And there’s a place for that; absolutely Stephanie Meyers and R. L. Stine and Rachel Caine have earned their blockbuster status and rightfully so; the books they write are practically guaranteed to satisfy a HUGE segment of the reading public – ME included!

But what if I want to read something other than Vampire Diaries or Hunger Games this weekend? What if I’m in the mood for something new, exciting, and creative by someone I’ve never heard of before? Where can I find that? Not at the summer movies anymore, and increasingly, not at my local bookstore either. And I’m okay with that. I’m okay with seeing something big and bloated and entertaining at the regular movie theater AND renting some creepy foreign movie on Netflix of Pay-per-view. I can appreciate, and enjoy, both; and pay for both. The same way I’m just as happy to pick up the new Morganville Vampires installment at Target or Beastly at Books-A-Million AND download The Monster’s Daughter or Origins to my Kindle for PC; and pay for both. But if movie theaters and bookstores want to keep complaining about why people aren’t coming in droves anymore, stop blaming the customers – or Netflix or Amazon or EBooks – and start looking internally. It’s easier to blame a trend than the steps they might not have taken to actually, you know, respond to that trend. I’m tired of going to the movies in spite of the movies that are offered and buying books in spite of the lack of variety on the shelves.

It’s my money, my time, and I’ll spend it the way I want. If movie theaters and bookstores only want to stock the blockbuster titles, the bestselling authors and the “coolest” genres (according to someone other than myself), good for them. I’ll still wander in while I’m killing time waiting to see another movie that’s only sure to disappoint, but they won’t be first on my list to rush out and shop there. I don’t think EBooks are trending because they’re a fad or we’re all sheep; I think they’re trending because of a much simpler, more basic reason: people want more choices. And yet, increasingly, we are being offered less and less. Every superhero movie that takes up five theaters and leaves less room for a smart, slick, adult thriller is just one more reason for me to stay home and rent something instead. (You know, after I’ve seen said superhero movie, of course!) Likewise, every time I go to the bookstore and find the same old titles on the same old shelves and walk away empty-handed, it’s one more reason for me to go back home and spend my money online instead.

At the end of the day, I think (and this isn’t very scientific, I know) change isn’t about technology or timing or habits or politics; it’s about choices. I go to the movies less and less each year because there are more blockbusters and fewer choices; I go to the bookstore less and less each year for the same reason: more (blockbuster) books and fewer choices.

As an avid moviegoer AND book buyer, I’m not proud of it; but I’m no longer ashamed of it either.

How about you?

Yours in YA,

Rusty Fischer

About the author: Rusty Fischer is the author of Zombies Don’t Cry, out now in print from Medallion Press. He also has a new EBook coming out from Decadent Publishing called Ushers, Inc. Visit his blog, www.zombiesdontblog.blogspot.com, for news, reviews, cover leaks, YA writing and publishing advice, book excerpts and more!

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Thank you Rusty!!! I love this guest post… it’s so true!  

This Giveaway is now CLOSED.

Winner: ANGIE



James LePore practiced law for 25 years before retiring to write novels and become a photographer.  He has written three wonderful novels of suspense, including Sons and Princes, which just released April 5,2011, while also publishing a few short stories, meant to be read in conjunction with his novels.  Below, James has written a great post sharing his experience with his characters.

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Letting Go

I have given Shana two of my short stories to post along with this piece.  One, Till Death Do Us Part, is one of three stories published earlier this year under the title, Anyone Can Die.  In it, Pat Nolan, age twenty-one, and his bride, Lorrie, age twenty, are on their honeymoon in New Mexico in 1974.  Pat is one of the central characters in my first novel, A World I Never Made.  Lorrie appears only briefly in the novel and only in Pat’s memory.  She died in childbirth in 1975.  This event shaped both Pat and their daughter, Megan, and set them on the path to their fatal meeting in the Czech Republic in 2004.  I wrote this story for two reasons.  Both reasons are from the heart, but the first is more logical: I wanted readers to know what it was exactly that Pat lost when Lorrie, his wife of only eleven months, died in a hospital in Uruguay while giving birth to Megan, and perhaps gain some insight into why he became a hard drinker and an absentee father to Megan until it was—almost—too late.  The second reason is not so logical.  I fall in love with my characters, and when my novels are done, I am not quite ready to let them go.  Writing the stories in Anyone Can Die closed the circle for me.

If you write suspense novels, as I do, and you love your characters, as I do (even the secondary ones, but especially the central ones), then you are constantly being pulled in opposite directions as you write, between pace and character development.  Pace is supposed to win.  A suspense novel cannot really slow down for long flashbacks that are meant to fill in the blanks of central characters, no matter how well written they may be.  And so the same thing happened with my second novel, Blood of My Brother, a story of revenge and redemption involving two people very close to despair: Jay Cassio, a loner, and Isabel Perez, an embittered Mexican beauty.  The Land of the Devil, one of three stories I wrote to accompany Blood of My Brother, will give the reader a glimpse of the state of Isabel’s heart when she goes into hiding in Miami in the fall of 2004, just before she meets Jay, whose only real friend, Dan Del Colliano, has been brutally killed while working for Isabel.  I loved Isabel, and I needed to write The Land of the Devil, and now that it’s done, I can let her go as well.

Enjoy the stories and please don’t hesitate to let me know what you think.  You can contact me through my website: http://jamesleporefiction.com.

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This contest is now closed. 

Winner: Phanee of http://funny-wool.blogspot.com/

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Pat Nolan, an American man, is summoned to Paris to claim the body of his estranged daughter Megan, who has committed suicide. The body, however, is not Megan’s and it becomes instantly clear to Pat that Megan staged this, that she is in serious trouble, and that she is calling to him for help.This sends Pat on an odyssey that stretches across France and into the Czech Republic and that makes him the target of both the French police and a band of international terrorists. Joining Pat on his search is Catherine Laurence, a beautiful but tormented Paris detective who sees in Pat something she never thought she’d find–genuine passion and desperate need. As they look for Megan, they come closer to each other’s souls and discover love when both had long given up on it.Juxtaposed against this story is Megan’s story. A freelance journalist, Megan is in Morocco to do research when she meets Abdel Lahani, a Saudi businessman. They begin a torrid affair, a game Megan has played often and well in her adult life. But what she discovers about Lahani puts her in the center of a different kind of game, one with rules she can barely comprehend. Because of her relationship with Lahani, Megan has made some considerable enemies. And she has put the lives of many–maybe even millions–at risk.A World I Never Made is an atmospheric novel of suspense with brilliantly drawn characters and back-stories as compelling as the plot itself. It is the kind of novel that resonates deeply and leaves its traces long after you turn the final page.

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When Jay Cassio’s best friend is murdered in a job clearly done by professionals, the walls that he has built to protect himself from the world of others begin to shatter. Dan Del Colliano had been his confidante and protector since the men were children on the savage streets of Newark, New Jersey. When Dan supports and revives Jay after Jay’s parents die in a plane crash, their bond deepens to something beyond brotherhood, beyond blood. Now Jay, a successful lawyer, must find out why Dan died and find a way to seek justice for his murder.

Isabel Perez has lived a life both tainted and charmed since she was a teenager in Mexico. She holds powerful sway over men and has even more powerful alliances with people no one should ever try to cross. She desperately wants her freedom from the chains these people have placed on her. When Jay catapults into her world, their connection is electric, their alliance is lethal, and their future is anything but certain.

Once again, James LePore has given us a novel of passions, intense moral complexities, and irresistible thrills. Filled with characters you will embrace and characters you will fear, Blood of My Brother is a story about a quest for revenge and redemption you won’t soon forget.

  

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Chris Massi has been running from his world his entire life. The son of a Mafia assassin and the former son-in-law of a mob kingpin, Massi has tried to stay on the right side of the law, building a prestigious career as an attorney, and insulating his children as much as possible. But now a series of tragedies have left him without a law license and without several of his loved ones. And at the same time, his teenaged son is beginning to gravitate toward the gangster world Chris has tried so hard to protect him from.

Michele Mathias has been running away from her life for more than a decade. Once a promising young woman with a future, she’s now a drug addicted street player living with the knowledge that her daughter – the only bright thing in her life – was taken away from her. When her roommate is murdered in a mob-related hit, her life intersects with Chris’s life – and their worlds change forever.

For Chris, a showdown is coming. The only way for him to save his son and regain his future is to face – and maybe even embrace – the demon he’s always avoided. For Michele, her last chance at redemption has arrived. How their journeys collide with the dark New York underworld is the stuff of the kind of suspenseful, passionate drama we’ve come to expect from James LePore.

 

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James LePore’s first novel, A World I Never Made earned raves from reviewers, readers, and fellow authors alike. Blogcritics called it, “An outstanding first novel, and a wonderful thriller.” Bella Online said, “I highly recommend this compelling suspense story filled with vivid characters and haunting storylines. A story that will stay with the reader long after the final pages.” And M.J. Rose, the acclaimed author of The Memorist said A World I Never Made was, “A compelling page-turner &mdash one of those wonderful books with characters as strong as the story and a story worth reading. Don’t miss it.”

Now LePore returns to the characters of A World I Never Made to present us with three suspenseful and unforgettable stories:

Till Death Do Us Part: A young Pat Nolan and his wife are on their honeymoon in New Mexico when they find a bond they did not know they had as they are forced to confront trouble in the form of a surly trio of locals.

God’s Warriors: Megan Nolan, a cynical American woman on her own in Europe makes a life-changing decision that both reveals and belies her true character.

Max: Max French, a quirky, deadly and, in his own eyes, oddly lovable FBI agent faces a personal drama that will set the course of his future.

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