Posts Tagged ‘fiction’
You are a Toronto police detective, lying in the gutter, shot by the man you were pursuing, and your life is slipping slowly awayMonday, January 13th, 2020
One doctor, one alien lover, one botanist, and one engineer on a desperate mission to save earth from human destructionMonday, December 30th, 2019
To stay alive Rick must escape the disease infested city and head north to his prepper friend’s self-sufficient farm. The last thing he needs is to rescue a woman with zero survival skills.Wednesday, December 18th, 2019
Forget all you know about disabled people. This novel will blow everything you knew out of the window. A story of strength, intelligence, love and disabilityWednesday, December 11th, 2019
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As his world implodes Hovis Monk, spins into a realm of inner and outer realities, chance occurrences, memories, music, luck and laughterWednesday, November 27th, 2019
needed air and because I was sick to death of people being lauded for writing
trivial rubbish. It’s easy to write nice, acceptable TV bookclub bodice
rippers, a lot harder to tell the truth.
at despair. There is no room in my books for any Goo Goo Muck, just
straight up Rock n Roll.
She must put the pieces together, or she’ll find herself lying in a cursed grave at the bottom of the oceanSunday, November 10th, 2019
of Echoes Book 1
Time Travel Adventure
a no-holds-barred, kick-butt, don’t-cover-the-ugly-parts
archaeologist. History wants to teach her a lesson.
journey begins with a backpack and lip gloss.
Benoit finds her blood quickened by a new, intriguing site. An
initial exploration leads to the discovery of a mysterious river rock
with peculiar etchings. Puzzled, she breaks all the rules to examine
the stone closer.
she brushes away the dirt, 2017 folds away to leave Caitlin standing
in pre-Civil War Charleston. As she tries to work out how she time
traveled to 1859, Caitlin learns the terrifying risk she poses even
while she tries to return home.
of Echoes Book 2
a no-holds-barred, kick-butt, don’t-cover-the-ugly-parts
archaeologist. History wants to teach her a lesson.
are launched with a parlor and a sword.
Benoit assumed the next destination would be her time, her world.
Instead, the stone thrusts her further into the past and onto a
different continent. Now in 1831 England, she’s discovered by
William, the Duke of Lancaster. By sheer luck, he’s willing to allow
her into his manor.
she fights to gain a footing in this new time, Caitlin discovers the
stone also ripped John from Charleston. Everything she thought she
knew about how the stone worked is false, and neither of them
understand how to escape the grip of the past.
they work to uncover the mystery of the stone, an acquaintance of the
Duke plots an intricate scheme certain to destroy them all. She and
John must solve the puzzle, in an unknown amount of time, or risk
getting stuck–or buried–in 1831.
of Echoes Book 3
a no-holds-barred, kick-butt, don’t-cover-the-ugly-parts
archaeologist. History wants to teach her a lesson.
has an hourglass and a necklace.
lands hard on the decks of an infamous ship–with only 24 hours
before it sinks, and John is missing.
in 1912 on the Titanic, sand is slipping through the hourglass as she
tries to jump ship before it plunges to the bottom of the Atlantic
Ocean. She meets Elizabeth, a woman with valuable knowledge about
time travel and how it works. Yet nothing is ever easy, and her new
friend’s memory proves to be unreliable.
Caitlin searches for John, the grains of time slip away. She must put
the pieces together, or she’ll find herself lying in a cursed
grave at the bottom of the ocean.
grew up loving the endless possibilities fantasy and Sci-Fi held
between their pages or played on the big screen. At age ten, she
picked up a pencil and began coming up with stories of her own that
toyed with other worlds and the mysteries of this one.
she’s not delving into the worlds created by words, she’s digging
into Ghiradelli chocolates and creating memories with her families.
Henson Book 1
Neighbor’s Keeper,” the first in a series, is centered on
retired paramedic Mrs. Charlotte Henson, aka Charlie or Mrs. H. She’s
sixty years old and a widow. Her husband, a former police officer,
was run down by a drunk driver three years before. Charlie befriends
shy six-year-old Bert, from next door. One evening, Bert comes to her
door, dirty, tattered and crying. His mother won’t wake up and his
two younger sisters, he says, are hungry. Charlie runs to the rescue,
and ends up embroiled in a murder. Bert’s mother is crumpled at the
foot of the cellar stairs. When Charlie realizes she’s under
surveillance, she sneaks out the back door and down to the river,
where her canoe is kept. She gets out on the river, at night, in a
rainstorm, goes upriver and travels to a cabin hidden in the woods in
order to buy time to solve the crime. Along her journey, she makes
friends, and also gets help from her husband’s niece, Louise.
Henson Book 2
Maine mystery tale, “Child’s Keeper,” is the second book
in the Charlie Henson series. Charlotte, aka Charlie, a retired
paramedic, embroils herself in international intrigue when she
attempts to help a friend. She discovers that Shirley, the
great-granddaughter of her friend Susie, has gone missing, along with
her two young daughters. She soon learns Shirley has fled to Canada
and travels there to find out what is going on. The oldest daughter,
Shawna, is soon in the hands of Canadian authorities, caught in a
sinister plot to find Shirley. Charlie locates the daughter, steals a
snowmobile, and crosses back into Maine. The situation becomes very
complicated when she herself is kidnapped by the very criminals
interested in finding Shirley. When she finds herself back in Canada,
on the snowmobile trail again, she is able to effect an escape for
herself and Shawna. Will help arrive in time, or will the bad guys
find her first? In this journey, she gets help from unexpected places
and from old friend Ronny Curtis.
am a double graduate from UMF. My first degree in 1989 was in
Community Nutrition, with a minor in chemistry, the better to plot
murders. My second degree, in 1994, was for the newly developed BFA
in Creative Writing but had to be fluent in a foreign language. I’m
Franco American, so aced that.
have worked at various jobs throughout Central Maine, including shoe
shops, egg plants, wool mills, office jobs, finally spending time as
a volunteer driver for Community Concepts. Life experiences along the
way have given much material for my books.
am currently hard at work on the series, doing promotional activities
and hope to have a web site up soon. I’m also running a blog, Keeper
Series, to keep my reader’s abreast of my progress. I hope to have
the next volume out by April.
wife and five kids and a little dog. He writes fiction, thrillers and soft
sci-fi with a little short horror on the side. He holds an MBA and work sin
finance for a biotechnology firm.Jace volunteers with the Boy Scouts, plays and writes music, and enjoys
everything outdoors. He’s also a novice photographer.
not hard to figure out why picking has become one of America’s fondest
pastimes. It’s treasure hunting while connecting with history. But what if
those treasures hunt us back?
From old books, to vinyl records, antique mirrors, vintage figurines, or a
Bob’s Big Boy piggy bank, curses have no limits.
Guernsey, John D. Payne, Jen Bair, Karen Pellett, Steve Ruskin, Tanya Hales,
Lauren Lang, Frank Morin, Mike Jack Stoumbous, Kelly Lynn Colby, Jace Killan,
Jo Schneider, Gama Ray Martinez, Martin Greening, Chris Abela, A.J. Mayall,
Heidi A. Wilde, Shannon Fox, Lauryn Christopher, and Mark Leslie Lefebvre.
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fought back the rage. After all she’d gone through. After all she’d suffered
and waited. This wasn’t hell. This was heaven. They were together. That’s what
heaven meant, right? To be with those you love? Forever?
Dalphnia, is a woodland nymph who can control the trees of the forest and is determined to see her husband come through this journey aliveSaturday, October 26th, 2019
of the Western Kings
Trilogy Book 1
J Drew Brumbaugh
is a commoner, forbidden from learning swordsmanship. He trains in
spite of the law and ends up branded an outlaw. However fate
intervenes while Gant is on the run and soon he is embroiled in an
odyssey with forces of darkness that can only be vanquished with help
from his friends, not all of whom are human. An epic that delivers
the best in the tradition of classic fantasy.
Trilogy Book 2
story started with “Fall of the Western Kings”. Now “Child
of Evil” continues the odyssey of Gant, the hero who killed Varg
with his magical sword Valorious and who must now use his strength
and cunning to find and neutralize the child born of evil. This child
is prophesized to lead the demons of the western kingdoms to victory
over the people of the east. Other characters accompany Gant to Ferd,
the city where the child will be born. Amelia is a shape-changer who
flies to the west to do reconnaissance only to be captured and
imprisoned. Pris, the emperor and blossoming wizard, worries about
the evil forces and knows the child cannot be allowed to unite the
demonic powers. His untested magic will be key to stopping the
impending doom. Dalphnia, Gant’s wife, is a woodland nymph who can
control the trees of the forest and is determined to see her husband
come through this journey alive. Can this unlikely group intervene in
time to stop the child and the carnage that is sure to follow? Will
it mean killing the child? Resolving this moral dilemma while
outwitting the demons and getting back to the safety of their homes
makes for a rousing adventure. “Child of Evil” is the
second book in J. Drew Brumbaugh’s fantasy series, The Tirumfall
live in northeast Ohio where I write sci-fi, fantasy, and suspense
novels, along with a few short stories. Mostly I write stories I
think I’d like to read with characters that are interesting enough
that readers want to find out what happens to them. I also spend time
teaching and training at the karate dojo my wife and I founded,
building a Japanese garden in the back yard, and taking walks in the
woods with our dog. I have six novels in print, the most recent being
“Bula Bridge,” a collection of short stories, and a
co-authored children’s book. I continue to work on my next book and
seem to always have several stories in various stages of completion.
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While hunting for hashtags, Lauren finds adventure and romance with her #Hottie, but she must stay focused to beat the clock and win the cashThursday, October 24th, 2019
Hashtag Hunt, was published in 2018. She is a graduate of Queens College in
Charlotte and a member of Romance Writers of America. In March of 2019, she
quit her day job to focus on a career in writing.
her husband and son. She cherishes time with her friends and family, loves
traveling to new destinations, and plans to cross many other items off her
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Hashtag Hunt was for the $10,000 grand prize. She needed seed money for her
startup, and it sounded easy enough: twelve hours to text twelve photos to
someone called the Wizard.
#HottieInTheWild, and with the help of her best friend, Ivy, she finds the
beers with Scott, an Army brother back in town. The reunion is interrupted when
a woman is caught crouched in a dark corner, taking pictures of Brenner.
explains, and though embarrassed, she accepts Scott and Brenner’s offer to help
with hashtag number six.While hunting for hashtags, Lauren finds adventure and
romance with her #Hottie, but she must stay focused to beat the clock and win
wild?’” Scott didn’t hide his confusion. “That’s not a thing, is it?”
friends post pictures of hot guys out in public all the time. Subways,
airports, Disney World, construction sites, tattoo parlors, in line for coffee,
carpool…” she trailed off with a shrug. “Wherever.”
said, “I’m not sure men could get away with a ‘Honey in the Wild’ Facebook
time,” said Ivy. “A handful of hotties on Facebook doesn’t compare to the tons
of T & A on the Internet.”
saying,” Jess said as she sat up straighter in her chair. “Women take and post
pictures of hot men they see out and about in town.”
bent down and then reappeared, plopping her oversized purse on the bar top. She
fished her phone out of the bag. “Show me the way.”
at the bar, she said, “I did not take your picture for that Facebook group. I
needed it for this contest, I swear.”
attractive enough for your photo.”
up from Jess’s phone. “I told her any normal guy would love knowing he was a
hottie in the wild.”
just got a hell of a lot better.” Lauren watched her move her thumb across the
screen. “And these guys have no idea these pictures are being taken?”
pointed look toward Lauren. “Most play it off by pretending they’re texting
someone or taking a selfie. A friend of mine once acted like she was looking
for a coupon when she was busted in line at Dick’s Sporting Goods.”
women run away and hide in the ladies’ room.”
turned his attention to Lauren and said, “It’s worth it if the picture helped
you win the contest.” When Lauren didn’t respond, he asked, “Did you win?”
take twelve pictures, and yours was number five,” Lauren responded. “If your
picture is accepted, I’ll get a text with instructions for number six.”
have twelve pictures approved before the deadline wins.”
Keeping the living safe in the subway tunnels, scavenging food by day, hiding by night, all the while haunted about how they lost the world above themTuesday, October 22nd, 2019
REFUGE COULD BE THEIR TOMB…
The war the world feared finally came except this
was a different kind of war. One fought between the living and the dead. The
living lost.Liam, a former soldier in the war against the dead,
had done everything he could to hold back the enemy but in the end he joined
the other survivors in the only safe place left— underground.
Now Liam helps keep the last of the living safe in
the subway tunnels, scavenging food by day, hiding by night, all the while
haunted about how they lost the world above them. He always believed the dead
had help but he could never prove it.
He would soon learn he was right all along and that
there is no safe place to hide from extinction—underground just might turn out
to be everyone’s tomb after all.
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is a fiction author specializing in Horror, Fantasy and Sci-Fi residing in
Massachusetts. John grew up watching creature double feature with his brother
on Saturday afternoons. This fueled his love of monsters, ghosts and the
supernatural. He never missed an episode. In his spare time he loves to cook,
garden, go to the theater to watch horror movies with his friends, read, talk
about food, bake amazing desserts, play with his dog Buffy (yes named after the
character in the TV show) and draw-badly.
Some of his favorite TV shows and influences are The
Twilight Zone, Tales from the Darkside, Space 1999, Battlestar Galactica,
X-Files, Night Gallery, Monsters, Star Trek, and much more.
He completed a creative writing course at Boston’s
Fisher College and is a member of the New England Horror Writers, a chapter of
the Horror Writers Association.
Some of his more recent credits include Best New Zombie
Tales Vol 1 by Books of the Dead Press, The Book of Cannibals by Living Dead
Press, The Vermin Anthology, The Northern Haunts Anthology by Shroud
Publishing, The Zombology Series by Library of the Living Dead Press, Morpheus
Tales, Wrong World, The Willows, Alien Skin Magazine, Aurora Wolf and more.
He is the author of several collections, including the
recently released Terror in Small Doses for Amazon Kindle as well as various
chapbooks, anthologies, and more.
They call him the Killer Cartographer because he carves the map coordinates of each victim on the femur of the one beforeMonday, October 21st, 2019
pay the bills she has waited tables, delivered newspapers, cleaned other
people’s houses, taught school, and had a stint as a secretary in a rock-n-roll
radio station. She also worked as a 911 operator and a police dispatcher.
Her fiction began to win awards during her college days. Since then she’s
published several short stories, novels, and novellas. She’s always reading and
always writing, but even if she never sold another story, Ann would not stop
writing. For her it’s a necessity, like breathing. Most of the time, it even
keeps her sane.
he tattoos the information on his skin.
or will she become his next tattoo?
soil trapped the moisture as efficiently as a layer of mulch in a flowerbed.
When Edgar held the femur up to the moonlight, he was thrilled to observe how
fully the dirt and mold had settled into the cuts. It created an inky
labyrinthine abstract on the once-white
then lifted the rest of them from their shallow bed. “Welcome back,” he
entourage as a defender. Her growing Talent ability makes her a target for the
Elitists, and her gender makes people question her competence. She must protect
the sept son. Any mistake could be fatal.
would cause trouble, but he didn’t realize how much. Rebels are rising. He
could lose his title, his position, and if he’s not careful, his life. As the
assassination attempts grow bolder, Hadrian must rely upon his young defender
and their shared faith in the Almighty to keep him from faltering.
eyes and a wave of hatred and confusion followed us out the doors of the dining
hall. I wanted to put up a stronger shield around Hadrian, but no amount of
energy was going to block out the spite behind us. It helped that Hadrian was
leading us down the corridor at a pace that kept me trotting to keep up. The
farther we were away from that crowd, the better.
may I have an hour in private?” Hadrian sent. I was so distracted by the
emotion behind us that for a moment I thought he was asking me. Then my brother
a sharp left, Hadrian flung open the next set of double doors and swept into
one of the side rooms off the main corridor. With quick orders from Renato, two
defenders took up stations on either side of the doors while the remaining four
followed us into the room and closed the doors behind us.
the windows from the outside,” Renato ordered. I heard them obey, but I didn’t
see them because my attention was taken up with watching Hadrian.
had crossed directly to the far wall of the room and sagged against it. His
wide shoulders sloped and his head fell forward as though it was too heavy for
him to lift. This alone would have concerned me, but the storm of pain, fear,
anger, and frustration that warred within him was what tore a cry of help to
the Almighty from my heart.
help him. Give me wisdom. What can I do to ease his pain? Please, God, give him
Renato’s panicked query brought Hadrian eyes to him. “You didn’t eat any of the
fruit, right? Do you need a healer?” My brother stepped forward into the sept
son’s personal space. “What is wrong?”
raised a hand wearily and pushed him back. “I am fine, Renato. Now go fetch
Korneli. I have time for him now.”
my question first.”
merely shook his head. “No, I didn’t eat. I am not going to die, Renato. At
least, not at this moment. Now go.”
Renato turned to me. “Come. Korneli is…”
she stays here.” Both of us turned to regard the sept son. Hadrian had not
Master, you said I was to never leave you and her alone.”
in Plantonio when you leave. He will act as witness. Now go get Korneli before
I throw you out.”
Master.” Executing a sharp salute, he walked toward the door, sending me a
warning look as he passed.
did not move as Plantonio appeared, saluted, and then took station near the
door. I watched Hadrian carefully, monitoring the emotions that kept flaring
from him. Without the life of his dark eyes, his face appeared years older than
I knew him to be. Feathered lines radiated from his closed eyes and deep
crevices bracketed his mouth. The dark circles under his eyes spoke of hours of
lost sleep. A flare of anger distracted me from his face for a moment as I
stepped back from the intensity. His eyes flew open and immediately focused on
did you know?” he asked. Slowly lifting his head and straightening, he crossed
to the nearest chair and sank into it.
did you know it was poisoned?”
intended to kill you.”
how did you know? Did you read his thoughts?”
flooded through me. The servant hadn’t been a Talent. To read his thoughts
would be worthy of grave punishment. “No, he was projecting the emotions of a
man afraid of getting caught. When I saw him exchange the dishes, I knew why.”
closed his eyes and laid his head against the chair back. Pain washed over me
as his forehead tightened.
I asked before thinking.
smiled bitterly. “The cost of stress and tension.”
does it hurt?”
sighed wearily. “Are you sure you want details?” He opened one dark brown eye
and squinted at me.
there anything I can do to help?”
closed his eye. “Yes. Come and sit in the chair across from me, so I don’t have
to keep looking up at you.”
quickly moved to obey, carefully stepping over his sprawled legs to reach the
chair. “Does this often happen, Sept Son?”
He lifted a hand to massage his forehead. “The headaches?”
the attempts on your life.”
often than I would like. I haven’t had this close a brush in a while.”
wants you dead?”
looked at me from beneath the shade of his hand. “The better question is who
doesn’t want me dead, Zez. The mesitas, half the kings, and most of the
worshipers of the goddess wish me out of the picture permanently.”
didn’t know what to say. I knew without a doubt that my father was one of the
group that wished Hadrian ill. What words does one offer a man who has recently
don’t hold it against you, Zez. Your father’s position has not affected my
trust in you or Renato. In fact, Renato’s closeness to me has limited some of
the attacks because Ilar doesn’t want to harm his son.” He paused for a few
moments. “I am sorry to bring you into the midst of this. This isn’t the place
shook my head. He was wrong. “This is where I am supposed to be. If I hadn’t
been here, the Almighty wouldn’t have used me to prevent your death.” I
shuddered slightly at the thought. “I am the most qualified in many ways, and
you are going to teach me so that I can grow even more skilled. He has a
purpose for me here.”
laughed softly. “I can’t argue with that. His purpose is the only thing that
keeps me here. Though, I fear at times, Zez, that I am not going to survive
this. Each time I face my mortality, I wonder what the Almighty has in store.
All it would take is one moment when He decides not to show me grace and stop
the assassin’s hand. One time and all I have worked for would be gone.”
has promised that what He has purposed will come to pass.” I quoted one of my
favorite passages of the Revelation to him. “I shall pray that He will continue
to spare you.”
his hand, Hadrian looked at me and smiled slowly. “Thank you, Zez. Your prayers
will guard my soul while your Talent will guard my body. I will do the same for
you and, Almighty willing, we shall survive. If not, at least we shall be at
peace.” Then he quoted another favorite passage of mine. It spoke of the
instantaneous transformation at death when a believer steps from his own body
into the presence of the Almighty.