Friday, January 16, 2015

Fate Verses Free Will - A Guest Post by B Truly on the Melanie's Evanescent Journey Tour & Giveaway


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Genres: Fantasy/Paranormal-Romance






Blurb:
 
True Love may cost a price, if the greater good preordains that you are the sacrifice.


There are always two sides to a story. Melanie Wilhelm’s begins after she moves from Australia and starts her senior year at Cashmere High. On her first day, she bumps into a mysterious guy, and they form an instant connection. They become friends and he shares his deepest secret with her. As they grow closer, their relationship amplifies and becomes binding. Strange things occur, but instead of worrying, Melanie’s feelings intensify.
The excitement of New Year’s Eve approaches, and so does Jason’s most devastating revelation of all. She learns his ultimate truth and is now spun into his chaotic web. The danger rises and hard choices must be made. By being with Jason, Melanie may have to sacrifice more than her heart. It may cost her life.
Melanie’s Evanescent Journey ties into books one and two of The Sonar Trilogy. From spiraling twists to devastating plots, her journey will make you question fate and true love.
Is fate something you can control? Some believe it’s in the hands of what you behold.



Excerpt:



The following Friday night Jason and I were in the family room eating pizza. After we finished eating we decided to watch a movie. I had never seen the Underworld series before, and now he had me hooked. We were on the sofa, watching the fourth movie. He had me lying across his chest. Jaden came into the room and seemed surprised to see us.
“Hey, Jaden.”
“What’s up?” Jason said to him. Jaden rolled his eyes, didn’t reply, and walked away. Jason lifted us up on the sofa. “I will be back in a second.”
“Okay.”
He followed Jaden. I was going to stay put until I heard Jason’s voice rise. I bolted up and went into the kitchen. Harmony was in there also. Jason was in his face and looked pissed. Jaden appeared concerned, like he was trying to convince him to do something. None of them saw me.
“What’s your problem?” Jason asked, gritting his teeth.
“I don’t think you should have her around with everything that’s going on,” Jaden replied.
Were they talking about me?
“She doesn’t have anything to do with this,” Jason said.
“I think you are taking it too personal. He doesn’t mean any harm,” Harmony said to Jason.
“It’s not right to involve her further, and you know it,” Jaden interrupted.
“We don’t even have all of the facts,” Jason countered.
“We know enough. You are just too blind to see it.” Jaden threw in his face.
They were talking about me, but why? None of it made sense. The last statement Jaden said pushed Jason over the edge. He shoved Jaden in his chest so hard he flew back into the refrigerator and slipped to the ground. He got up fast and pushed Jason back.
“Guys, stop!” I yelled, frantic. Jason pushed him again and tried to get him in a wrestler hold. Thank goodness Harmony rushed into the crossfire and somehow managed to separate them. She had both of her arms extended, one hand on each of their chests.
“You guys better cut it out right now! Don’t make me tell you twice!” She commanded.
They stopped struggling against her. Did she have a black belt in karate that they obeyed her so readily? Jason looked at me, frowned, and bit his lip. He seemed embarrassed by his actions. He walked toward me and pulled me from the kitchen quickly. In the hallway he said, “I’m sorry about that. Do you mind if we go back to your place?”
“Sure, but what’s going on?”
“Let’s talk about it in the car.”
Jason gathered my things and had me out of the house before I could blink. He didn’t want me around his siblings; that was clear. He had picked me up from my house so we were in his car. He blew out his breath, and his forehead was furrowed. He was deep in thought and didn’t seem like he wanted to talk.
“Are you going to tell me what that was about?”
“We are having some family problems.”
“Yeah, that’s obvious. What does it have to do with me?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s not what your brother thinks.”
“My brother doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
“Well, your sister seemed to agree.” He didn’t answer. “Why does your brother dislike me?”
He looked at me apologetically. “Mel, my brother and sister like you just fine.”
“Why did you push your brother then?”
“We have been bumping heads for a while. Things just added up.”
“I don’t buy it.”
“Mel, you’re being paranoid. You are reading too much into this. My brother and I have argued before. We are both hotheaded, so sometimes things get heated.”
“I think there’s more going on than you are telling me. It’s clear you don’t want to share. Just drop me off. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” I crossed my arms against my chest and looked out the window.
“Mel,” he said, pouting. I ignored him, and he sighed.
At the next stoplight, he put the car in park. What was he doing? He undid his seatbelt and lunged at me. I was shocked at his aggressiveness. I was worried, irritated, and scared, but all of my emotions unraveled in the kiss. It was explosive. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and the watermelon substance expelled. He kissed me like his mouth was made for mine. Within seconds desire pulsed inside every vein in my body. I kissed him back fiercely and pulled his hair. He moaned, and then several people started to blow their horns. The light was green. He pulled back, breathing heavily, and drove on through the intersection.
“Are you talking to me now?” he asked.
I still felt high from his tongue of ecstasy. Why was I mad again? “I’m talking, but I don’t like you keeping me in the dark.”
“My family and I will get it sorted out, okay. But I don’t want you to think you are the cause of the problem. That’s not the case. Are you really not going to let me come in?” he asked, pulling into my driveway. A few minutes ago I would have said no, but after the way he kissed me, I couldn’t. He kissed me that way on purpose just so he could have his way with me.

* * *
I was in the cafeteria talking with Ebony, and some of our other friends before school started when I saw Jason arrive with the gang. Ebony poked her mouth out. Jaden had been to the police station a couple more times with Ebony, and they talked often. But she was disappointed; Jaden seemed to only want to be friends. Jason smiled, and motioned for me to come over.
“I’ll check with you later, Ebony,” I told her.
“See yah,” she replied.
“Hey, what’s up,” I said, rushing over to him. I was excited drama practice had gotten canceled, and we were supposed to hang out. “We’re still on for after school, right?”
He sighed, and his brow furrowed. “Actually Mel, I need to take care of something with Jaden. I’m sorry.”
“Oh,” I replied, scrunching my nose. “You guys are best buds now?”
“Mel, he’s my brother. We have worked things out.”
“I understand.” But I really didn’t. I wanted him to work things out with his family, but I also wanted him to let me back in. Over the last few days his mind seemed a million miles away.
“I will make it up to you I promise.”
After school I was at my locker gathering my things. Simon, my drama partner approached me. We were good friends and talked often. I knew he had a thing for me. And he knew me well enough to know I had been a little down lately.”
“Hey, Melanie.”
“Hi, Simon.”
“How have you been?”
“I’m good,” I replied, stretching the truth. I didn’t want to admit I was worried about my relationship. I would never tell him that. I hadn’t even said anything to Ebony.
“Since we don’t have practice I was going to get a bite to eat. You want to hang with me? Whoa, he was bold. He also knew I was in a serious relationship, but still asked. He was cute though. His hair was light brown, and his eyes were too. But it still would probably look bad if someone saw the two of us out together, and it got back to Jason. He would probably have a stroke, if he found out. But at the moment I didn’t care. He’s the one who canceled, and I didn’t want to be alone. Simon was nice, and he always made me laugh. I was about to say yes, and take him up on his offer when Jason interrupted. He stood very close behind me. I could feel his breath brush again my neck.
“We already have plans Mel, remember?”
I snapped my neck around, and my mouth dropped open. Seriously? “I thought something came up,” I stated.
“It did, but I’m rescheduling that instead. You ready?” he asked grabbing my backpack to carry it for me. Normally, I would have been elated he was jealous and staking his claim. But now it irritated me. He was only canceling his plans with his brother because he had obviously overheard Simon. He was disappointed Jason intruded. Jason and I used to be together every second, and Simon was taking the opportunity he’d seen. Jason ruined his chance, and he glared at him. Jason stared back as if he were nothing. Then Jason grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. I should teach him a lesson, and refuse to go with him, but I didn’t want to stir him up.
“Sorry, Simon. I’ll talk with you later. I guess I still have plans with Jason.
“Bye, Simon,” Jason said dismissively. I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, okay,” Simon replied to Jason. “See you later, Melanie,” he added, walking away.
“You didn’t have to cancel your plans.”
“It’s your day off, and I want to spend time with you,” he cooed, with his emerald eyes burning into mine. Ugh, why did I bother being upset with him? I couldn’t stay mad at him for more than five seconds which was pretty pathetic. But it was no use; my mind became foggy when I was around him.
“Let’s go,” I said, throwing in the towel.

*  *  *
Before third period the next day I spotted Jason and Harmony talking in front of the stairs. They were whispering, and I couldn’t hear what they were saying. They seemed oblivious to the people walking pass them.
“Hi, guys,” I announced. Harmony’s eyes grew wide, like she had gotten caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Jason played it off.
“I’ll walk you to class,” he said nonchalantly.
“Hi, Mel,” Harmony said. “Talk with you later, Jason” she added, walking off.
In fifth we had a substitute teacher, and we were talking among ourselves while he got situated. Jason and I were talking, but his mind was somewhere else.
“Why don’t we get our nails done after school? Scarlet red would look great on you,” I said, being funny.
“Uh, sure. That sounds good.”
Yeah, I was right. He wasn’t paying any attention to what I was really saying. My hopes plummeted. I thought we were back on track. Yesterday evening he took me out to eat. Then he tortured me until I pleaded for him to stop. Only he didn’t. He loved to make me beg. He had kissed me like I was his life line. And when I wanted him to hold me tighter, he did. Remembering our fervent escapade last night made the muscles down there clench, and my cheeks flushed. At the same time my heart ached. These emotions mixed together were conflicting. The Jason last night was the one who adored Melanie. The Jason today was distant Jason. He scared me because he smiled, and pretended everything was all right, but that was far from the truth.
“Hey, you okay,” he whispered; now back from wherever he’d been.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied. “I hate something is bothering you though.”
He grabbed my hand, and squeezed it. Then he rubbed his thumb gently across the top of my hand. “You’re so sweet. Stop worrying.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
The sub began class, so I couldn’t argue. I wanted to tell him I knew something was troubling him, but he didn’t want to share. I wish he would tell me what was going on because I was really worried.
Distant Jason was now the going trend. We went about our daily routine, but his mind was in another zone when we were together. Jason and his siblings were always whispering in the halls. Something was definitely going on. It was like they were preparing for a secret mission.



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About the Author:
I have wanted to be an author since I was fifteen years old and grateful to have accomplished this dream. I have three wonderful children and a husband who defines the person I am today. I work full-time as an Ultrasound technologist in Sugarland, Texas.

I have very vivid dreams and a wild imagination. I like to read, watch tons of TV shows, and movies. I’m addicted to romance and get a thrill out of action and suspense. I write New Adult Fantasy, Sci-fi, and Paranormal-Romance.
In the Sonar series it was fun to explore different elements of Sci-fi romance and create various realms of powers for my characters. I want to show my readers that Sci-fi can be fun, but also traumatic. I hope you guys enjoy the Sonar Series.  


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Giveaway:
B. Truly is giving away 5 ebook copies of Melanie’s Evanescent Journey or a $25 Amazon GC! This giveaway will run 1/12/15-1/26/15. Open worldwide!

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Fate Verses Free Will
A Guest Post by B Truly
 

Does fate decide our destiny? Are we pre-ordained to be with one person, our soul mate? It’s a concept which is dwelt within the hearts of many.
Fate is a complex fundamental. I ride both sides of the fence. I believe several things in life I can control. Careers, location, and religion are aspects that I can control. There are other elements that can’t be controlled, such as our nationality and lifespan.
As for love, that’s very tricky. Love’s threshold is so bold
it has no boundaries to hold. I’m a true romantic. So I do believe in soul mates. The question is will I ever find true love?
I feel I have to trust my heart. I also believe in faith and that it will guide me.
Some view that as a comforting idea, especially towards the end of life. But they do not believe in soul mates. They think we have free will to choose whomever we want while on Earth.
Also there are people that are better suited for us than others.
Eternity with your soul mate is an intriguing belief. I myself believe I will see my loved ones again. Eternity is a mystery which we will soon see unveiled.
Over the past year, this topic arose from my novel, Sonar The Crashing. If my spouse acquired amnesia and fell in love with someone else, would I fight for my marriage? Fate verses free will had a lot of controversy.
I would love your point of view on the topic. I took several polls and fighting for the spouse got the most votes. I feel the majority presume that they can control fate. Many believe that fate is in their control. Others think it is in the hands of what
you behold. Please message me on Goodreads or email my blog.
B Truly



 

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

YA Spotlight: Arabesque: Dancing on the Edge in Los Angeles by Cherie Magnus

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Arabesque: Dancing on the Edge in Los Angeles by Cherie Magnus

A prequel to the award-winning memoir, The Church of Tango.

Virtual Book Tour Dates: 1/12/15 to 1/19/15
Genres: Personal Memoir, YA, University, Personal Relationships, Dance
Sale Price: $2.99







Blurb:
It’s 1960 in Los Angeles. Cherie is 17 and on the threshold of change, even as the world awaits the cataclysmic turbulence that soon comes. Cherie is a dancer, a student at UCLA, and in love with a handsome, troubled graduate student who wants her to give up her career plans. The havoc sets her off-balance and into a nightmare world far from her dreams.


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Excerpt:
ARABESQUE: DANCING ON THE EDGE IN LOS ANGELES
PREFACE
Wings of Mercury
Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels, And fly like thought from them to me again. 
Shakespeare, “King John”
Six months before my sixteenth birthday, my father bought me a 1957 shiny black Mercury Montclair convertible, a ragtop. It escaped me at the time, because unlike him I never had the hots for vehicles, but it must have been nifty, real neat, or as my best friend’s boyfriend Scooter said when he saw it, “Bitchin’!”
Dad often gave me things he wanted for himself—like an accordion for Christmas when I was ten, a poodle puppy for Valentine’s Day, and a movie camera for high school graduation. Whether Daddy used me as an excuse to buy a hip car or not, the Merc came in so handy and made my life easier, better, and more grounded. It had a sharp black and yellow interior, automatic transmission, radio, heater, and electric top retraction, but it didn’t matter to me if it was cool or fancy, only that it started up and took me wherever I wanted to go. I could depend on my car and myself. My Merc was always where I left it, waiting for me.
Dad installed a wolf-whistle as a surprise and, as was the custom for cool cars in the fifties, painted a name, “Mme. Cherie,” in fancy pinstriped script on the rear fender, which caused me no end of embarrassment. Madame?
One of my high school boyfriends had a souped up ’49 Ford named a discreet “Fabulous Fooler.” Outside, it was stock, but under the hood there was enough power to catch unsuspecting drag racers off guard with the Fooler’s fast get up and go. Speed was vital to “Bubblehead” Barry, but reliability was what was important to me.
Having my own transportation meant I could stay in the same high school until graduation. My parents moved house frequently, and throughout my childhood and adolescence I changed schools every few months, which flipped me out. Until my Merc I depended on my mom to drive me to school and my dance lessons. But with wheels, it didn’t matter that we shifted from one rented house to another all over the San Fernando Valley. At last, I was able to keep my ties to school, friends and dancing.
For the first time in my life, I felt liberated. Alone in my car, I could go anywhere I wanted, with whomever I wanted, at any time I wanted, so long as I had a dollar to buy three gallons of gas. I was in control of my own destiny. Now that I was behind the wheel, a car to me meant the Land of the Free and my Mercury was a ticket to fly there.
When ultimately, at seventeen, I drove over the hill to Westwood to attend UCLA, the air was cool and fresh from the Santa Monica sea breezes, the Village was old and quaint, and the University had history, tradition and knowledge along with the biggest library I had ever seen. I was so glad to leave the Valley behind and to begin the life I felt was rightfully mine. It was 1960 and my world—the whole world—was about to change forever. I couldn’t wait.


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About the Author:
Cherie Magnus, born and raised in Los Angeles, was a dance research librarian in the L.A. Central Library and a dance critic for local newspapers before moving to France, Mexico, and finally Argentina in 2003. Many of her articles on dance, travel and international culture have been published in magazines, professional journals, and several anthologies, such as Solamente en San Miguel, and Chicken Soup for the Soul: Reboot Your Life. She wrote a tango blog from 2006-2014. A Finalist in the Buenos Aires Tango Championships in 2006, she has appeared in two video documentaries. She now lives in Los Angeles.


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Sunday, January 11, 2015

Vampire Romance Spotlight/Giveaway: Velicious by Shelique Lize

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Virtual Book Tour Dates: 12/29/14 – 1/26/15
Genres: Paranormal Romance, Vampires, Thriller
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Blurb:
Justice Morel always had her life perfectly planned. Her goals were to graduate from the University with exceptional grades and get into the best law school Canada has to offer.
Then one day, Justice tried to kill herself. Well, not her technically. It may have been Justice Morel’s body, but those actions weren’t intentional and the suicidal thoughts were not hers. Or, so she keeps telling her therapist and family.
Justice is afraid she’s losing her mind and just wants to forget everything. But when her best friend is murdered, another one is being mind-screwed by a Vampyre, and her ex is back in town, looking as scrumptious as ever and very suspicious, maybe she isn’t all that crazy!
Just when she thinks that life couldn’t throw her anymore curve balls, Justice figures out that she is Vampyre Doll and there’s a vampyre who seems very familiar to her, but she can’t figure out from where.
Justice is suffocating and drowning in a dark world she’s been tossed into, forced to survive. It’s a world she never wanted to know about and would love to ignore, like it doesn’t exist. But, with every passing day, she’s pulled deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole, wishing for everything to go back to the way it was.

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Excerpt:
Awakening hot, sweaty and trembling, I sat up erect, utterly distracted by my surroundings, and engrossed with feeling antsy for no particular reason. There was a giddiness building inside of me but yet a darkness loitering.
My fingers mauled over the dewy, bleak cement beneath them and, gaping in confusion, I stared off into the rouge lit darkness to find a dozen thick rusting iron bars standing in front of me, as if condemning me to this small confinement.
Behind me, I knew there were iron shackles built into the stone wall to hold prisoners. To the left and right of where I sat was another set of stone barriers growing muck that I could not see but the musty, tangy odour has not gone unnoticed. I sneezed, realizing that I could sensibly taste the fungus growing and that was new to me; but there was also another scent, so heavenly and sapid that I wanted to bathe myself in the fragrance.
Peering off into the opening, beyond the iron doors was where the rouge lighting was coming from, an opening from high up in the ceiling to allow some light in for the captives and/or a torturing device—however you want to look at it.
These dingy cells had no windows but the red glow outside reminded me of blood, mostly because of the essence that enraptured my physical, and for a short while I entertained my exhilarated self with the thought that the red glow was a pool of blood. How delightful that would be.
Nevertheless, rouge lighting? Isn’t that quaint? I wondered, feeling my hair rising on my nape, arms, legs, everywhere in which hair resides pulsing through vivacity, so intense and pure, my fingers curled into fists giving it no outlet.
My vision began to darken; I felt myself slipping and I stood up hastily which made it worse because I fell right into the hands of wooziness, stumbling into the sleety iron bars, cursing.
The cursing was followed promptly by bitter laughter as I mulled over my own situation, grasping the irony of where I was and knowing that I was most likely being punished because of her. My thoughts lingered on her swarthy pale brown face, her soft, supple lips and defiant dark brown eyes.
Zachariah will kill her for sure for my one slip, my one weakness, and gripping the bars tightly I laughed aloud with lucidity clinging to my harmony… And that’s when I heard her—Amelia.
Who’s there?” her voice so shaken and quiet. I felt the need to go to her, and figure out why she sounded so distressed. However the main question at hand was why is Amelia down here?
Slowly, against the implacable force of zeal pulsing through every vein, muscle and artery, the essence of what works in-sync to keep a being like me going was all elevated and the ethereal smell still idled. My fangs extended then, automatically, like her voice were a fang charmer, and I followed impulsively, thinking about blood.
Blood, blood and more blood. I thought of biting Amelia, monstrously, tearing through her flesh and veins, reaping blood. All that was running through my mind was the red substance, it was taking over and, for the first time in a long time, I was scared.
Amelia repeated her question as I walked past the iron bars, narrowing my sudden burst of hunger on her gaunt face, under the red moonlight from above. Amelia’s curly hair swallowed her petite face as she took a step back; her dress wrapped around her legs sparingly, moving closer to the shade of obscurity.
Dante…” Amelia said my name, quivering as her brown eyes studied who was before her in fear and confusion. Her thoughts tried to make sense of the monster before her and questions populated her mind.
Amelia’s heartbeats increased, breaths shortened and her eyes widened with definite fear as her brows pulled tightly together; she shook her head nimbly. She whispered, “So the rumours are true…” Her scent engulfed me like a tornado and I knew I didn’t want the darkness to take over, so I fought and another flash of dizziness came at me, my vision blurring, and I knew it wanted Amelia.
 

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I’m just a stay at home mother, who has finally found the courage to share her crazy paranormal universe with the world. I enjoy reading, obviously writing. Proud Canadian. Inspirational quotes keeps me positive. I’m an amateur photographer. Movie holic. Lactose intolerant but loves cheese pizza. Vampires and things of a sort I adore. Shopping is my therapy and I’m an Aries.


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When Good Books Come Up Missing On Amazon - Time To Check the Adult Filter

The reports keep coming in. It would see that many authors are beginning to experience problems with their books disappearing on Amazon, without any kind of notice or warning. 

The majority of these authors don't even realize that anything is wrong until their sales start dropping. And as they frantically try to figure out what's wrong, eventually they realize that they can no longer locate their book on Amazon search...

They've been adult filtered.

The adult filter is known as several names, but most especially the adult dungeon. 

Well, what if your book is adult? Shouldn't it be in there?

Maybe... if the system was set up a little bit better. With the way Amazon has it set now though, having your book placed under the adult filter is more of a punishment than anything. Readers can't find your books unless they access it through your Amazon Author Page, and let's face it. Most of them aren't even going to be aware of this adult filter. Even most authors aren't.

Until it happens to them.

Even having your book considered erotica is going to hurt your sales. If you're book is considered as erotica by Amazon, it doesn't matter what categories you put... you'll be consigned to only erotica from there on out. 

The lines are very blurred as to what erotica really is. What I think it is will likely be different than what you think it is. I don't believe that a simple romance with lovemaking scenes is erotica. Books like these have been around for a long, long time. In my opinion, these are just romances. Not erotica.

But even if a book needs to be in this category, why is it all but hidden? Again, this seems to be more a punishment than anything. And it definitely makes you wonder what the true intent is. 

The simple truth is there are a lot of readers that love sexy books. And said readers should be able to find these books easily. They shouldn't be all but buried and impossible to find. 

I've been seeing posts by authors that don't even write romances, yet their books are still ending up in the adult dungeon. Nobody really knows how these books are selected and penalized  I mean moved to the dungeon. And it usually takes these authors forever to get the issues resolved... even when there isn't any sex in them.

So to sum it all up, if you're an author that has noticed a dramatic decrease in your sales, head over to Amazon and search for your book. If it pops up, you should be fine. If not, though, it's likely you're book has now been moved... and good luck with getting it out!

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Literary Fiction Spotlight & Giveaway: I Truly Lament by Mathias B. Freese - A 2012 Leapfrog Press Fiction Contest Finalist -

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Virtual Book Tour Dates: 12/3/14 – 12/31/14
Genres: Literary Fiction, Holocaust Fiction, Short Stories










Blurb:
“…Freese’s haunting lament might best be explained (at least to me) by something Nathaniel Hawthorn wrote about Herman Melville’s endless search for answers to questions that perplexed him all his adult life. Melville was incessantly obsessed with what one might call the why of it all — life, death, metaphysical mysteries. Similar to Freese, Melville was repeatedly afflicted with a dark and depressive state of mind.” –Duff Brenna, Professor Emeritus, CSU, San Marcos

Praise for I Truly Lament:
I have read many books about the Holocaust as I find the subject very interesting from a psychological standpoint. I have to say though, that Mr. Freese has placed an entirely new twist on the subject. I will admit to being perplexed at first, having expected something a bit different. As the collection unfolded, I was drawn into the raw emotion. I particularly enjoyed the story, “Cantor Matyas Balogh.” Matyas found love so late in life, only to have it ripped from him. Freese does not just tell a tale, he creates a basis for reflection. I believe that he is completely correct when he states that someone can never truly understand the Holocaust. We can write about it, but the lasting impact on the people that survived can never be put into words. I Truly Lament is a remarkable collection that will leave the reader speechless. – Heather Osborne for Readers’ Favorite


Excerpt:
At a social distance from me now, as exact and
regulatory as a geometric theorem, I see the Jew as a
thing rather than entity. He is foreign to me.

The Disenchanted Golem

IN MY LATEST INCARNATION I was a golem for a few months in
Poland. Invoked by the mumbo-jumbo Kabalistic rites of a Hasidic
tzaddik, I was raised from nothing. Of course, Jews have no idea where
I come from or how I exist when not on call. They know nothing
of the fabric of my being. They believe, or at least this Hasid did,
that prayer—and demands—bring me forth. Rubbish! My directive
comes from a different source and one that’s not accountable to me.
I cannot explain my existence. I’m in the dark much like the rabbi.
And when I wake to a call and go about my tasks, which are often to
tear out legs and arms of Poles, in this instance, I find it a necessary
evil of which I’m a significant part. I’d rather rest in soil from which
I come, or at least that is the matter that forms my lumpish shape.
Going way back to 1492, Señor Torquemada, the Grand Inquisitor
who was of Jewish descent, cursed me for dismembering a fellow
priest whom I’d beaten with a candelabrum until he curled up in a ball
and died. Spry Torquemada fled from my presence and I lumbered
after him, finally grabbing the wily old bastard by his caftan. I can’t
speak, which is problematic, for I’ve seen or experienced so much
about death and dying that I’ve a lot to say. Sometimes I would like
interrogate the victim to see how he responds not only to his imminent
death but to my physical presence: which is more terrifying?
Anyway, I scared the shit out of the Grand Inquisitor but let him
live. I really don’t know why. Before I left his home I peed in his
private chapel, the piss laced with mud and twigs, an earthy aroma
to it, like asparagus, essentially all the parts of my makeup. Basically
I am mud.
I like to do a good job. Different golems act differently. We’re all
of the same construction. Quite simply, as a golem I need no compass
for finding a malicious Gentile. I just know his whereabouts and I
intuitively seek him out—unnerving, if you’re a Gentile. Jews mistakenly
think I act for them; well, yes and no, basically more no than yes.
I’m an independent slayer, like the angel of death. I definitely don’t
act out of religious reasons or because Jews need me at this time or
another. It’s all so complicated as to my origins and purposes.

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About the Author:
MATHIAS B. FREESE is a writer, teacher, and psychotherapist. His recent collection of essays, This Mobius Strip of Ifs, was the winner of the National Indie Excellence Award of 2012 in general non-fiction and a 2012 Global Ebook Award finalist. His I Truly Lament: Working Through the Holocaust was one of three finalists chosen in the 2012 Leapfrog Press Fiction Contest out of 424 submissions.

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Thursday, December 25, 2014

Sci-fi/Fantasy Spotlight & Giveaway: Sonar: The Crashing

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Virtual Book Tour Dates: 12/8/14-1/5/14
Genres: Sci-fi/Fantasy/Paranormal Romance





Blurb:
Is it more than déjà vu? With the Romeland family it may be destined to be true.
Life on Earth is not the only place where devastation occurs and hard choices must be made. The Royal 4 of Kadan live in the Sonar galaxy three million light years from Earth. They travel to Earth to obtain the resources they need to give their world a fighting chance.
Their mission is compromised and they’re faced with life changing events. They have amnesia and no memory of their past. Strange dreams start to occur. They wonder if it’s more than a dream, or is it déjà vu?
The mind is a complex mystery. Amnesia is a secret unknown. The role it manifests in these characters’ lives is a catastrophic cyclone.
Shiray is frantic when she is the first to find out about their true destiny and that the love of her life no longer remembers who she is. She must find a way to restore her family before all is lost. They must prevail because the fate of their planet lies in their hand.
What would you do if you had amnesia and fell in love, only to learn upon regaining your memory, that you are already married? Find out in this Electric thriller!
Excerpt:



      That night I had the scariest dream of them all. I opened my eyes, and I was in a spacecraft going through the atmosphere of a dark planet. I walked into the cock pit and there was my guy. I could feel my cheeks flush. There were also four other women and six other men, all around my age. My guy smiled at me.
     “Are you ready? We have to hurry. A storm is on the way,” he said. The huge door to the ship opened. It looked like the opening to the back of a cargo ship. I gasped in disbelief. The sky outside the ship was black, and all we could see was water. The men shined the light in the water and threw down a net.
     “Don’t be scared, Sweetheart,” my guy said. “We’re very low on food, and there is no telling how long this storm will last.” I smiled at him. Suddenly the wind started howling, like a wind I had never heard before. It sounded like a freight train. The water started forming huge waves and the ship started rocking.
     “We have to hurry! The storm is coming in fast, and it will take us down if we don’t get out of here!” one of the men yelled. A huge wave rose up and washed over the ship. “Everyone grab a hold whole of something!” somebody screamed. “I’m taking off!”
     Then another huge wave washed over the ship. I tried to grab a hold of something, but the pressure was too strong. I was too close to the door, and fell out. We were high up, and it took me a while before I hit the water. I went deep under. The water was so cold; it felt like knives were stabbing me all over my body. I tried to swim to the surface, remembering I knew how, but it was like the pressure was keeping me down. I had never felt so scared before. Then I saw him and he grabbed me. He had a rope around his waist. He tugged on it, and it started pulling us up. Before we reached the surface I could no longer hold my breath. Water came gushing into my mouth, and I couldn’t breathe. Oh my God, I can’t breathe! My mind screamed. My body started jerking. I was frantic, and we still had not reached the surface. The next thing I saw was darkness.
     I heard voices. “She’s coming to! She’s coming to!” I opened my eyes slowly. I felt pressure on my chest; I turned quickly on my side and started coughing up water and gasping for air. Everyone started laughing and sighing in relief. I looked up, and my guy was leaning over me. He must have revived me. He was crying and laughing. He grabbed me into his arms. “You scared me. I thought I’d lost you,” he said.
     “Thank you,” I said, hugging him. I felt relieved to be in his arms.
     “We’ve made it out of Hydrocesis atmosphere safely. Let’s head home.” I heard a man say.
     Then I jolted awake, and quickly sat up in my bed. I was sweating profusely. This was no regular dream; this was a waking dream. I could still feel the pressure in my lungs and the taste of salt water in my mouth. My skin felt wet, and I was cold. I started sobbing. Who was I? Where did I come from? I needed answers and stayed awake for the rest of the night, my mind astir. Everything was a blur.

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About the Author:
I have wanted to be an author since I was fifteen years old and grateful to have accomplished this dream. I have three wonderful children and a husband who defines the person I am today. I work full-time as an Ultrasound technologist in Sugarland, Texas.
I have very vivid dreams and a wild imagination. I like to read, watch tons of TV shows, and movies. I’m addicted to romance and get a thrill out of action and suspense. I write New Adult Fantasy, Sci-fi, and Paranormal-Romance.
In the Sonar series it was fun to explore different elements of Sci-fi romance and create various realms of powers for my characters. I want to show my readers that Sci-fi can be fun, but also traumatic. I hope you guys enjoy the Sonar Series.

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Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Psychological Thriller Spotlight and Giveaway: The Killing of Mummy's Boy by Joan Ellis Kindle Sale $.99

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Virtual Book Tour Dates: 12/10/14 – 1/7/15
Genres: Psychological Thriller
Tour Promo: This book will be $.99 during the tour!





Blurb:
‘I slit someone’s throat,’ the man told the woman on the 4.20 from Waterloo to Portsmouth.’
Two strangers. One shared interest. Murder. Ben slit a man’s throat. Sandra’s son, Carl witnessed a murder.
With Carl on a Witness Protection Programme, Sandra fled London to live anonymously in a remote village on the Isle of Wight where she becomes increasingly isolated and vulnerable. Terrorised by an unknown stalker, the police are unable to help and she turns to Ben. What makes a respectable, middle-aged woman want to sleep with a killer? More importantly, can the relationship give her the love she craves and help Ben find redemption?
Hate, fear and lies boil over in a page-turner with love at its black heart.
 
Excerpt:
Locking the door and flicking on the radio, she relaxed as the DJ’s silky smooth voice seemed to single her out from his millions of listeners and speak to her alone. It was an old broadcasting trick but she didn’t care. The mindless chatter was soothing and suited her just fine.

Do you ever get that?’ asked the DJ. ‘You’re walking along the street and someone says ‘Hi ya, mate. How’s it going?’ And you’re thinking ‘Do I know you? Or are you just some weirdo?’ Ha, ha. If that’s happened to you, tell us. Text the word, ‘stranger’ to …’

She quickly turned it off, her mind jolting back to the man on the train. What if he came back? What if he was here, hiding inside the cottage?

Sandra froze, her heart pounding against her ribs.

Dove Cottage, Shorwell, PO30 5AB,’ she could hear herself saying on the train. ‘‘B’ for bravo. ‘B’ for bravo.’

‘‘More like ‘S’ for ‘stupid’,’ she thought bitterly.

Cautiously, she crept upstairs and flung open her bedroom door causing the handle to bang against the wall. From the doorway, she could see the whole of the room, even under the bed. Nothing. Her wardrobe was on the landing. She pulled the door and it swung open. Her scant collection of clothes hung like husks on the rail.

As she approached the bathroom a wild face greeted her. She leapt back terrified before realising she was looking at her own reflection. Breathing heavily, she headed back downstairs and into the kitchen.

She sat at the table and told herself to calm down, there was nothing to worry about, the man had played his sick little joke, game over. Gradually, her heartbeat slowed.


She decided a cup of tea would soothe her nerves and she reached into the fridge for the milk. Spotting half a loaf of bread, she put two slices into the toaster before opening the cupboard where she kept her special plate.

Carl had spotted it in a junk shop in Brighton on one of their many excursions and had asked to have his pocket money early so he could buy it. It was one of the few gifts he had given her over the years and she treasured it.

It was not in its usual place but it was always in the cupboard above the sink, behind the casserole dish. She glanced across at the shelves and work surfaces. No sign of it. Frantically, she tried to recall when she had last used it. It had been just before she had left for London. Her cheese sandwich had tasted all the better for being eaten off such precious crockery. She remembered using the last of the washing-up liquid to wash it up. She checked the bin. Sure enough, there was the empty bottle.

As she turned back she saw it in the sink. She went over and picked it up. It was covered in crumbs and smeared with a dark, sticky substance. She sniffed it suspiciously. Marmite. She had bought a new jar recently but not used it. She opened the cupboard, found the pot and unscrewed the lid. Sure enough, the seal had been broken.

She clung to the edge of sink. He had been back to her house and this time he had been inside. He must have wanted her to know; just like before he made no attempt to cover his tracks.

How the hell had he got in? She was always so careful to lock up. She felt the vomit rise in her throat. She bolted upstairs and into the bathroom where she flung herself over the toilet. Looking down into the porcelain bowl, she was repulsed and shocked to see it was full of dark, foamy urine.

She knew it couldn’t possibly be hers. She had not used the lavatory that morning; she had peed in the shower.
 

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About the Author:
Advertising copywriter, comedy writer, performer, lecturer – Joan Ellis has been them all. With a full-time job in a top London advertising agency and a new baby, she did what any right-minded woman would’ve done and set up a comedy club. She even appeared on the same bill as Jo Brand. Once.
A career highlight was casting a black and white moggie as Humphrey Bogart for her award-winning cat food commercial. Other great performers who brought her words to life include Penelope Keith and Harry Enfield.
As a lecturer, Joan taught comedian Noel Fielding all he knows about advertising before encouraging him to showcase his creative talents on a wider stage.
Working for The Press Association, she tutored Wordsworth’s
great-grandson in the art of copywriting: Buy a host of golden daffodils and get a blue one, free!
Suffering from swine flu and sweating like a pig, she moved from London to the Isle of Wight where she lives on cream teas with her beloved husband, daughter and two cats.
She recently launched her books at The Ventnor Fringe and the Isle of Wight Literary Festival.

 
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