Friday, March 13, 2015

Spotlight: Murder, Mystery & Dating Mayhem by D.E. Haggerty #Giveaway

http://www.fireandicebooktours.com/murdermysteryanddatingmayhem/






Virtual Book Tour Dates: 3/2/15 – 3/16/15  
Genres: Humorous Chick lit with a dash of mystery and murder
Content Warning: Reference to sexual situations, but no explicit scenes, Some swearing.
Tour Promo: Life Discarded and Buried Appearances will be available for 99 cents. Unforeseen Consequences is free.




Blurb:
My name is Izzy. I drink too much, am clumsier than a newborn foal, and my brain-to-mouth filter often malfunctions. My daredevil husband killed himself in a parachuting accident five years ago and my best friend Jack has decided it’s time I jump back in the dating pool. He’s perfectly happy to throw me in if I don’t listen. Just when things in the dating world start to heat up, my grandma dies. Only her knitting group of Jessica Fletcher wannabes is sure it’s murder. I’m not convinced but I’m always up for a bit of excitement as long as it doesn’t lead to a night in jail. Well, more than one night anyway. Will I miss my chance at love because I’m chasing imaginary killers? Did someone really kill grandma or am I and my merry band of geriatric thieves imagining things?
 
Excerpt:
The first ‘date’ starts off well. His name is Ed. He’s not drooling or anything, is talking to me and not my boobs, and seems to be interested in my graphic design work. Maybe Jack was right after all. I need to get myself back into the dating game.
So,” Ed says after we’ve exchanged the usual pleasantries and some small talk. He leans forward and starts to whisper. “How do you feel about whips and chains?”
Not the appropriate moment to be sipping my wine, but how could I have expected that! I choke and spit a bit of wine into Ed’s face, which seems to excite him. He wiggles his eyebrows. “I take it that’s a yes?” He asks eagerly.
Um no. That’s a definite no. N.O.” I lift my glass and down the remainder of my wine. The bell rings and I yell loudly “Next!”
Ed looks disappointed as he walks to the next table, but I’ve got my eyes on the prize. A cocktail waitress is headed my way. I snag another glass of wine before turning to my next date. Oh dear lord! The man is older than grandma. He struggles to lower himself in the chair opposite mine.
There goes that annoying bell again. Time to put my game face on. I smile and decide that I’ll check this guy out for grandma. She could use a date. Although to be perfectly honest, I don’t remember her going out with a man – ever. There’s no time like the present.
The old man’s name is Wilbert and the five minutes pass pleasantly enough. As long as I pretend he’s dating grandma and not trying to pick me up. When the bell rings again, I rush from my chair to help Wilbert stand. I take his elbow and guide him to his next date – a girl that could be his great granddaughter.
I sit back down and gather my courage for my next winner. I try to smile at the guy across from me, really I do. But have you ever tried to smile at a man with the biggest comb over ever? Let me tell you, it’s not easy. I may be grimacing a tiny bit.
Mr. Combover leans over and leers at me. Yes, leers at me! His eyes are surgically attached to my boobs. True, I have good boobs, but maybe pay a bit of attention to the person attached to the boobs?
Finally done leering, he leans back and takes in my face. “You’re not the youngest anymore.” Really? That’s the first thing Mr. Combover is going to say?
I could say the same about you,” I respond in my nasty voice. This voice I’d perfected from nagging my lazy ass husband.
Mr. Combover clears his throat and leans in again. I bend backwards as far as possible in my chair, but he’s undeterred. “So, I’m just gonna get this out there and not waste my time.” At this point, I should raise one eyebrow, but, as we’ve established, I can’t do that so I just stare at him. “Do you put out? ‘Cuz if not, I ain’t got time for you.”
Oh no, he didn’t. “What,” I sputter and grab for my wine glass, which I down in one go. Never said I was a classy lady.
Do. You. Put. Out?” Yes, he really enunciates it like I didn’t understand him the first time.
 

Buy Links:
Amazon
Smashwords
Barnes & Noble



About the Author:
I was born and raised in Wisconsin, but think I’m a European. After spending my senior year of high school in Germany, I developed a bad case of wanderlust that is yet to be cured. My flying Dutch husband and I have lived in Ohio, Virginia, the Netherlands, Germany and now Istanbul. We still haven’t decided if we want to settle down somewhere – let alone where. Although I’ve been a military policewoman, a commercial lawyer, and a B&B owner, I think with writing I may have finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up. That’s assuming I ever grow up, of course. Between tennis, running, traveling, singing off tune, drinking entirely too many adult beverages, and reading books like they are going out of style, I write articles for a local expat magazine and various websites, review other indie authors’ books, write a blog about whatever comes to mind and am working on my fifth book.
 

Connect With The Author:
Website
Blog
Facebook
Twitter
Google+
Pinterest
Goodreads
 
Giveaway:
Enter to win a $15 Amazon gift card! Open WW, this giveaway will run 3/2/15 – 3/16/15.



a Rafflecopter giveaway

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Science Fiction Spotlight, Guest Post, & Giveaway: Jagannath by Kerry Alan Denney

Where Do I Get My Story Ideas?

By Kerry Alan Denney

That’s the question most often asked of any writer, especially of a published author with legitimate credentials and critical acclaim from readers and reviewers. My simplest and most obvious answer is, “Well, I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.” But something tells me that’s not going to satisfy any reader’s curiosity. I wouldn’t consider it an acceptable answer if I was asking the question, and I have too much appreciation and respect for my readers to leave them hanging with such a cliché.

So from where indeed do all my wild and crazy ideas originate? The multitude of definitive answers is both simple and complex, and as numerous as the stars twinkling in the nighttime sky. I’ll give both forms of answers.

The simple answer: From my mind. As we all know, the space inside our minds can’t be measured by the size of our noggins, and it’s as vast as the universe itself. The universe inside my mind is always filled with stories and concepts, streaking through my synapses like blazing comets trailing a tail of shimmering stardust. It’s been that way since I can remember forming my first coherent thought. Growing up, my little brother Kolan said I was his favorite playmate because I always had the coolest story ideas. Even though he’s no longer with us—I still miss him every day—I’ll always treasure his sharing that with me. I’m certain he would absolutely love my stories and novels, and wish I could share them with him. I plan on dedicating my third published novel in loving memory to him.

The complex answer: From the moment I wake every morning to the second sleep takes me to dreamland, my mind is assailed with a cornucopia of story ideas. And it doesn’t stop there: a number of my stories have originated from my dreams. The theme in one of my novels is about using the phenomenon of lucid dreaming to conquer personal demons. I keep a notepad and pen on the dresser beside my bed to jot down notes when a particularly inspirational idea strikes me, whether before I fall asleep, when I wake from a dream filled with stimulating story concepts, or in the morning when fascinating story ideas are freshest and strike my waking mind.

Many stories come from my muse, the quintessential form of artistic inspiration. Often when I’m writing, I check out of the real world and get “in the writing zone.” When that happens—and it happens a lot for me—time virtually disappears, and I’m happily lost in the worlds of my stories. On those frequent occasions, I’ll often glance up at the clock thinking that mere moments have passed since I started writing, and discover to my surprise and delight that hours have slipped by while I was engrossed in the process of writing a particularly engaging scene, or developing a favorite character’s personality. Most determined and dedicated writers are intimately familiar with this rapturous experience, and look forward to instances of it with eager anticipation. These are the times when we know our muse is upon us.

Some of my dabbling and studies in the occult and various psychic research and experimentation have inspired me. I have had a handful of extraordinary out-of-body experiences, which have led to story ideas. I do not profess to either believe or disbelieve in any of these things, including God or a higher power or creative force; I merely keep an open mind, and a keen eye out for examples of the fantastic. A closed mind is like an isolated, windowless room in a house full of endless open rooms: one will collect nothing but dust, and become moldy and musty as well as dismal and gloomy through disuse; the others will be full of light and liveliness, and their walls will absorb stories from their various visitors to be told and retold down through the ages. A good writer worth his or her merits will always maintain an open mind.

Where else do my story ideas come from? An eclectic plethora of events, people, places, and things: unusual and bizarre phenomena, whether proven or speculative; noteworthy historical events; extraordinary current news events; stories about remarkable dogs and other domesticated animals; documentaries about intriguing scientific discoveries and the workings of our universe; anything related to the supernatural or paranormal; psychological oddities; various pop culture scandals and sensationalism; significant discoveries and inventions by intrepid explorers, scientists, and physicists; studies of amazing species, from the microbial world to insect life to the most deadly predators; unusual weather phenomena, from historical to current.

I could go on for days. A diverse library of music inspires me. Walks, hikes, and playtime with my dog Holly Jolly in various parks and nature trails inspire me. I observe and study people wherever I go—their behavior, gestures, facial expressions, posture, nuances, speech patterns and word usage (including phraseology and vernacular/ dialect) in conversation, and reactions. Above nearly all else, a truly good writer needs to be a good listener and observer. This world is full of fascinating events, places, and people, a never-ending source of writing material.

The human mind is a marvelous, wondrous, stupendous thing, and with it we learn something new and amazing every day, both individually and as a species. What if, sometime in the not so distant future, we learned how to link our minds together and share each others’ thoughts? Would we be able to withstand the input of all the cumulative knowledge and awareness, or would we experience synaptic overload and implode, go irreversibly mad, or turn on each other as enemies because the multitude of undeniable truths were too much for our minds to handle?

Hey, wait... what do you know... there’s another great story idea right there...




http://www.fireandicebooktours.com/jagannathbykerryalandenney/

Virtual Book Tour Dates: 2/9/15 – 3/9/15
Genres: Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, Supernatural, Paranormal, Post-Apocalyptic, Suspense, Thriller, Action/Adventure, TEOTWAWKI








Blurb:
The monster from your nightmares is here. It’s destroying civilization. Soon the human race will be extinct.
The year is 2037, and Corporal Kimi Jayden has one chance to rescue the lone refugee girl who is miraculously immune to Reaper absorption. Twelve-year-old Lily walks the deserted streets of Savannah alone, ever since the Reaper absorbed her family—and tried and failed to absorb her—a year ago. An amorphous creature that has nearly wiped out civilization, growing as it feeds, the Reaper assimilates its prey’s intelligence when it consumes flesh and blood. Growing smarter with each human it absorbs, the Reaper transforms into monsters created from our darkest nightmares—and it loves tormenting its victims.
Kimi and her fellow survivors in the North Georgia Renegade Enclave believe Lily’s DNA holds the key to mankind’s survival. But the Reaper covets and abducts Lily, and Kimi must battle a ghastly horde of Reaper incarnations to preserve humanity’s last hope against extinction.
JAGANNATH reveals the resilience and determination of the human spirit in an action-filled tale of terror, selfless courage, and ultimate triumph and redemption.


Reviews:
What an exciting story and non-stop action! Set twenty years in the future, JAGANNATH is about a monster from the depths of the ocean, awakened by its hunger and its need to feed… and it feeds on humans. After devouring more than half of the world’s population, it has grown to epic proportions and is seemingly unstoppable. There is one remaining chance: a little girl named Lily. Hop aboard for a thrilling adventure!” – Deborah D. Moore, bestselling author of The Journal: Cracked Earth and The Journal: Ash Fall

Jagannath is a hair-raising, fantastic, adventurous ride. Brilliant, amazing, and impossible to put down. A must-read for all sci-fi/ horror fans. Highly recommended!” – Lynda Fitzgerald, critically acclaimed author of If Truth Be Told, Of Words & Music, and the LIVE mystery series.


Excerpt:
A tentacle as thick as a railroad tie burst out of the gap in the crumbling wall. The sinuous limb shot toward the Renegade soldier like a giant compressed spring releasing. Before the soldier could aim his flamethrower at it, the tentacle coiled around him and squeezed.
He shouted for backup, and two soldiers raced toward him. They aimed their wrist-mounted nozzles at the transforming tentacle. Tight streams of blue gel spurted toward the creature’s extended limb, but the soldiers fired too late. The tentacle seeped under the soldier’s visor and touched bare skin, and the Reaper began to absorb him.
Kimi scowled, studying the holographic video of the battle against the Reaper in the dead city of Savannah, Georgia. Safe within the War Room of the North Georgia Renegade Enclave, she had a bird’s-eye view of the chaos and destruction from two days ago. The scene stoked an ever-smoldering fire inside her.
The Reaper had killed her whole family fifteen years ago, one day before her thirteenth birthday. She had hidden, helpless to stop the creature as it consumed them. The loss left a gaping wound inside her that only vengeance could heal.
Her shoulders tensed as she remembered watching her hometown of Jasper, Georgia burn. The raging flames had surrounded her as everyone she knew and loved was absorbed. The Renegade soldiers who came to rescue the survivors were too late to save anyone but her.
Kimi was an orphan in the truest and bloodiest sense of the word.
Joining the Renegades was inevitable. She signed up two years after her rescue at the lawfully acceptable age of fifteen. Ever since that day, she wore the red, blue, and orange insignia of blood, life, and flame with honor and pride.
Though the holo-vid was painful to watch, Kimi’s duty was to observe and learn. She kept her eyes on the soldier, knowing he would respond with the only avenue of escape he had left.
“Fall back!” the soldier called to his buddies. “I’m hitting the fail-safe!”
His voice was loud and close through the War Room’s speakers. He was doomed, but he didn’t cry out as the Reaper soaked up the skin on his neck and jaw. The creature’s pseudo-flesh shifted shape, forming a cocoon around him. But the soldier popped off the cap covering the recessed red button on his hand-grip control before he was immobilized.
Not for the first time—or the last—Kimi wondered why they didn’t call the fail-safe button by its true name: a suicide switch.
The two standing soldiers trained their flamethrower nozzles on the creature as they backed away. Tight streams of fire shot out and ignited the Reaper’s viscous muck, too late to save the dying soldier. But the flames started frying the isolated portion of the creature into yellow smoke and charcoal gray ash.
The doomed soldier pressed the red button, and the potent explosives in his helmet and body armor did their job. The force of the blast made creature-gook spray outward in all directions—along with various body parts.
Kimi gritted her teeth. Had the soldier pressed the suicide switch in time, or did the creature absorb his brain before he died?
When the Reaper rose up out of the oceans’ depths and came ashore sixteen years ago, it seemed like nothing more than an amorphous sludge with the limited intelligence of the aquatic mammals it ingested, a creature of transforming slime that imitated living organisms. It separated into portions like a deploying army, and quickly developed a ravenous appetite for human flesh and blood. But when it began metamorphosing into human form and mimicking people, the evidence was conclusive: the creature was growing smarter, accumulating knowledge with each person it consumed.
The Reaper was not only feeding on their flesh and blood; it was absorbing their minds, and assimilating their intelligence.
And it grew as it fed.
Kimi’s scowl deepened as she watched the holo-vid. She still heard her mother, father, and little sister’s screams, heard them even in her dreams. Being assigned to fly in the follow-up search-and-rescue mission with the eleven other Renegades gathered in the War Room had her stoked.


Buy Links:
Amazon
Smashwords
Barnes & Noble
Kobo
Google Play




About the Author:
Colleagues and readers alike have dubbed Kerry Alan Denney The Reality Bender. The multiple award-winning author of the paranormal thriller Soulsnatcher (Lazy Day Publishing, April 29, 2014 – ISBN 978-1499251777) and the post-apocalyptic sci-fi thriller Jagannath (coming from Permuted Press February 3, 2015 – e-book ISBN 978-1618684134, trade paperback ISBN 978-1618684127), as well as numerous short stories and eight novels, Kerry blends elements of the supernatural, paranormal, sci-fi, fantasy, and horror in his novels and short stories: speculative fiction at its wildest and craziest. With joy, malicious glee, and a touch of madness, he writes reality-bending thrillers—even when the voices don’t compel him to. His protagonists are his children, and he loves them as dearly as he despises his antagonists… even when he has to kill them.
Kerry lives near Stone Mountain, Georgia with his Golden retriever Holly Jolly, a professional Therapy Dog, and is currently writing his next supernatural novel and trying his best to remain rooted in this dimension—and trying to decide which characters he’s going to kill.
For more information, please visit www.kerrydenney.com



Connect With The Author:
Kerry Alan Denney is The Reality Bender
Kerry Alan Denney aka The Reality Bender Facebook Author Page
“JAGANNATH: The Monster From Your Nightmares Is HERE!” Facebook Online Book Release Party Saturday February 7 – 1 to 4 p.m. EST
Kerry’s The Reality Bender Blog
Kerry’s Amazon Author Central Page
Kerry’s Goodreads Author Page
JAGANNATH – The Monster From Your Nightmares Is HERE – YouTube “JAGANNATH 2015 Book Blog Tour Extravaganza” promo video
Kerry on Twitter
Kerry on LinkedIn
FREE Sneak Preview of Kerry Alan Denney’s post-apocalyptic sci-fi/ horror thriller JAGANNATH
FREE Sneak Preview of Kerry Alan Denney’s paranormal thriller SOULSNATCHER


Giveaway:
Enter to win the following on the JAGANNATH by Kerry Alan Denney 2015 Blog Tour with Fire and Ice Book Tours: 5 E-Book Copies of Soulsnatcher, Five $10 Amazon Gift Cards, an Ebook Copy of Deborah D. Moore’s The Journal: Cracked Earth, or an Ebook copy of Deborah D. Moore’s The Journal: Ash Fall! Twelve Winners! Entry dates are 2/9/15 – 3/9/15. Open Worldwide.


a Rafflecopter giveaway


Have you seen @carlyphillips new covers for the #DareSeries yet? DARE TO HOLD comes out 4/14!





Carly Phillips
Dare to Hold
Release Day: 4/14/2015

Blurb:
Some women always get it right. Kindergarten teacher, Meg Thompson, on the other hand, consistently makes the wrong decisions -- and she is currently single, pregnant and alone. Meg is determined to make changes in her life, to be a better mother than her own had been. No revolving door of men. No man, period. Just a single-minded focus on her baby. Her resolution would be easier to keep if not for hot cop, Scott Dare. He insinuates himself in her life, making Meg want to believe in happily ever after, even if history has taught her to know better.

When Scott Dare hears Meg's friends are determined she have a night of hot sex, before her life changes forever, he decides that man must be him. Their one night is mind blowing and life altering. And Scott, a man already burned by his ex-wife, finds himself all in anyway. While protecting Meg from her violent ex and becoming part of her increasingly complicated life, he's falling hard and he can't seem to find distance. Not when their bodies respond to each other with such heated intensity and he's drawn to her unique combination of strength and vulnerability.

But Meg's future is one Scott has accepted he'll never have, even if his growing feelings say otherwise ...
(love story, contemporary romance, alpha heroes, beach reads, sports heroes, bad boys, billionaire)

Buy links:

DARE TO LOVE Series Reading Order:

Book 1: Dare to Love (Ian & Riley)
Book 2: Dare to Desire (Alex & Madison)
Book 3: Dare to Surrender (Gabe & Isabelle)
Book 4: Dare to Submit (Decklan & Amanda)
 
Book 5: Dare to Touch (Olivia & Dylan)
 
Book 6: Dare to Hold (Scott & Meg) - 4/14/15 - PREORDER NOW!
Book 7: Dare to Rock (Avery & Grey) coming Summer 2015
Book 8: Dare to Seduce (Lucy & Max) coming Fall 2015
*each book can stand alone for your reading enjoyment

Monday, March 2, 2015

PNR Blog Tour: The Getaway Girls: A New Orleans Tale of Monsters, Mayhem and Moms


http://www.fireandicebooktours.com/thegetawaygirlsbydeirdregage/


Virtual Book Tour Dates: 2/9/15 – 3/9/15
Genres: Paranormal, Humor






Blurb:
Four girlfriends on a weekend trip to New Orleans attract the attention of flesh-eating Scavengers. The women must rely on their wits, a cocky Irish movie star, and a dodgy deal with vampires to survive the night during this wild adventure through the Big Easy.


Excerpt:
The clock struck midnight at the Columns Hotel in New Orleans, Louisiana. A mild, damp breeze stirred old Mardi Gras beads dangling from the heavy branches of the live oak trees shadowing the porch. Aging white columns framed a massive wooden keyhole door and laughter spilled out from an open window where patrons sipped Pimm’s cups in the dusty velvet-upholstered booths of what used to be a grand dining room. A streetcar rattled quickly past on St. Charles Avenue, leaving a flash of old trolley and the faint buzz of electricity lingering in the air.
Half a dozen tables sat vacant on the porch, chairs long since pushed back and the tops stripped bare of crumpled white table cloths. One lone table remained occupied by four women, laughing a little too loudly as they sat back in tipsy satisfaction; a cluster of empty glasses and a dirty crystal ashtray evidence of their evening’s entertainment.
Somewhere in the Garden District, a church bell tolled the late hour, causing the women to jump a little at the sound. A dark-haired woman in purple nodded toward the direction of the echoing bell and quipped, “Sounds like God wants a cocktail.”
The woman on her left, a short curvy blonde in a tight black dress snorted; spewing the remains of a dirty martini all over her friend.
“Damn,” said the brunette as she patted a tiny cocktail napkin uselessly around the table cloth, and then looked down the deep v-neck of purple jersey covering her breasts, now damp. “My dress is getting drunk.”
A third woman, slender and graceful with silky straight black hair drawled, “Audrey, stop bringing up God when you’re intoxicated. It’s tacky.” She eyed the blonde, adding, “And Beth, honey, don’t order martinis if you’re going to slop them all over the table. Sloppy girls don’t get asked to the prom, if you know what I mean.”
The fourth woman was tall and busty with skin the color of milky coffee. She wore a glossy candy apple red wig, a sparkly silver sheath, and fake python boots that gave an extra six inches to her already statuesque frame. She drained her glass before declaring, “Evie, we all passed prom more than twenty years ago, so drop the Junior League shit. Besides, sloppy women do get laid.”
Evie pursed her lips in disapproval. “Syd, do you always have to be so crude?”
“Fuck yeah,” the redhead snapped. “I’m on vacation.”
Evie winced.
“Oh, calm down,” Syd said with a wink. “You just need another drink.” She wiggled her fingers in the air and a young waitress seemed to magically appear from inside.
The waitress sighed as she surveyed the dirty table. “Ladies, you ready for another round?”
Syd beamed. “Honey, you read my mind.” She looked around at the otherwise empty porch, adding, “hope we haven’t chased away your customers.”
The waitress gave a tired smile and said, “No, you ladies are just fine.” She gathered up glasses and asked, “Y’all celebrating somethin’ tonight?”
Audrey looked up from the futile task of patting her dress dry. “Yeah. I just got a divorce and Syd here turned forty.” She pointed to the redhead and gave a low, vodka-loosened laugh. “Now we’re all over the fucking hill.”
Syd gave her an evil eye. “And that’s why we’ve had to buy our own drinks all weekend.”
“Sorry,” Audrey replied as she tossed the napkin on the table and resigned herself to wet cleavage.
“Hey girls,” the blonde yawned. “Weren’t we talking about something naughty before I made such a mess?”
“Ooh, thank you, Beth,” Syd replied with a nasty gleam in her eye. “The list!”
“Ah, the list,” Beth’s lips twisted in a wry smile as she pointed at Evie. “Your turn. Five celebrities you’d sleep with if you weren’t married.”
Evie groaned. “The list? Really, Syd. Aren’t we too old for this?”
Syd gave her a stern glance and answered, “Evie, we’re forty. The only thing we’re too old for is American Idol. The day I can’t get drunk and fantasize about hot guys I’m not married to, you can plan my funeral.”


Buy Link:
Amazon




About the Author:
Deirdre H. Gage is a Texas writer who has claimed half a dozen other places as home, including Kentucky and Chicago – but her heart belongs to the Big Easy. She has been published in the Darker Times Anthology Volume Three, Cosmopolitan Magazine and Appalachian Heritage literary journal. The Getaway Girls: A New Orleans Tale of Monsters, Mayhem and Moms is her first novel, and book one in The Getaway Girls series.


Connect With The Author:
Twitter 
Pinterest
Website
Facebook 


Giveaway:
Win 1 of 3 $20 Amazon gift cards on The Getaway Girls: A New Orleans Tale of Monsters, Mayhem, and Moms Tour and Giveaway! Open WW 2/9/15 – 3/9/15.


a Rafflecopter giveaway

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Psychological Thriller Spotlight: Guilt by Joan Ellis

http://www.fireandicebooktours.com/psychological-thriller-book-tour-giveaway-guilt-by-joan-ellis-21615-31615/


Virtual Book Tour Dates: 2/16/15 – 3/16/15
Genres: Psychological Thriller, Crime
Tour Promo Price: 99p (UK) 1.49 (US Dollars) 1.99 (Canadian Dollars)
Free with Kindle Unlimited!




Blurb:
'You died in April 1965, a month before your fifth birthday. You were probably dead long before Mum downed her third gin with Porky Rawlings.'
Seven year old Susan is alone with her younger brother when he dies of an overdose. The guilt informs the rest of her life. When it threatens to destroy not only her but her relationship with her baby, she must revisit her past to discover the truth. The outcome is as wonderful as it is horrific.


Excerpt:
Don’t, Mark,’ I said as you grabbed Mum’s bottle of ‘sweets’, but you weren’t used to doing as you were told. She let you do whatever you wanted. Besides, you were too busy to listen to me. When you couldn’t unscrew the lid, you wrapped a tea-towel round it just like you had seen her do countless times before. I’ll never forget the look of triumph on your face when you finally got the top off.
Mum will be angry,’ I warned.
Don’t tell. Cross your heart and hope to die,’ you said. You were concentrating hard on removing the cotton wool stopper and tipping the pills into your hand. Too many for you to hold, you dropped some and watched as they skittered across the floor.
Damn!’
Ssch! That’s a bad word, Mark.’
Daddy says it,’ you replied, showing me your treasure. The sweets looked lemony, like they might taste of sherbet. Where was the harm? After all, Mum took them all the time and she was fine, sort of. Perhaps she said they’d make you ill because she wanted to keep them all for herself. I reached out to take one, my fingertips just brushing the smooth surface.
Dare you, Susan.’
No,’ I told you, standing back, knowing how cross Mum would be when she found out. ‘I’m not playing.’
I’d like to tell you what happened next but I can’t, Mark. Whatever it was, is hidden, masked by too many memories. It’s the reason I’m talking to you; I need you to help me discover what went on.
As I waited for Dad to come home, the only sound was the ticking of the clock, its black hands unstoppable, moving unstintingly around its hard, miserable face. I will never forget the exact moment he got home. The little hand was on the eight and the big hand just past the nine when I heard his key in the lock. Then I saw his face, which was one enormous gaping mouth when he spotted you on the floor and me curled up next to you, like a dog.
Mark’s asleep and he won’t wake up.’
What happened?’ he yelled from the hole in his face.
I wanted to tell him, I really did but the words were stuck. I pointed to Mum’s ‘sweets’ scattered across the scratched Linoleum like yellow polka dots. Fists clenched into weapons, eyes wild, Dad stood in the doorway, staring down at you. I had seen him angry many times but never like this. He ran over to you, looked like he was going to kneel down but then walked away. He paced the room, his eyes on you the whole time. I started crying, begging him to do something to wake you up.
Shut-up!’ he cried dashing into the hall. I thought he was phoning for help but I didn’t hear him speak to anyone. After what felt like forever, he came back and flung himself down beside you, forcing his fingers into your mouth. When he brought them out they were covered in slime. He wiped the stuff on his trousers, then pinched your tiny nose between his thumb and forefinger and put his mouth over yours, like he was about to give you a kiss. You still didn’t wake up and I watched in horror as he placed his massive hands on you, completely covering your chest, pushing down gently at first but when you didn’t open your eyes, pumping harder and harder, faster and faster.
Don’t!’ I screamed running over to try to pull him off you. ‘You’ll hurt him.’
He swatted me away and put his ear to your chest. Nothing. Silence. More silence than I had ever heard.


Buy Links:

Kindle
Amazon UK
Amazon 

Paperback
Amazon UK
Amazon



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.

Connect With The Author:
Website 

Giveaway:
Win one of five copies of The Killing of Mummy’s Boy (pdf) or a $12 Amazon gift card! Six winners. Open WW. Enter 2/16/15 – 3/16/15.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Literary Fiction Spotlight & Giveaway: Searching Civilization by Jennifer Ott

http://www.fireandicebooktours.com/searchingcivilizationbyjenniferott/


Virtual Book Tour Dates: 2/9/15 – 2/23/15
Genres: Literary Fiction, Women’s Fiction
Free with Kindle Unlimited








Blurb:
After leaving an abusive relationship, Andy Daniels heads back to Las Vegas to reunite with Earl, the love of her life, only to find him gone. Devastated from losing him, she realizes life holds for her several choices, return to her burnt-out hippie days at Berkley, succumb to society’s expectations and settle down with a suitable companion, or hold onto her faith in love and wait for her lost love to return. Andy chooses the latter.
To her friends, Andy’s clinging to love seems futile and even a little pathetic, yet no one seems to be able to deter her. As the years pass, Andy’s love grows past her love for Earl. She learns to appreciate the love of friendship, coworkers, neighbors and everyone who crosses her path, but mostly she learns to love herself. Her love grows to such epic levels that she simply cannot help become a magnet and attract what she desires most of all—the love she lost so many years ago.


Excerpt:

Later, when the sun began to set below the horizon, Earl and Andy rested enjoying their beers and snacks as if watching a movie feature at the drive-in. The sky was much more of a spectacle than anything Hollywood could create.
Out in the desert, the stars were so bright and visible it was as if it was the beginning of time and all was new. Andy noticed a few shooting stars dart across the sky. “What’s the deal with shooting stars?” she asked cuddled against Earl.
They are stars who have yet to find their home,” he replied and pointed to the sky. “Look, that star found a home as part of Orion’s belt, the other an anchor for the Big Dipper. The stars keep bouncing around the universe until they find a place to call home. It’s like how people roam around until they settle into a comfortable life.”
Andy lifted her head and caressed his face. “Not like you and me, huh? We found our place and that is with each other.”
Earl leaned forward and kissed her nose. “That’s right. We’ve formed our very own constellation.”
Let me guess. We’re in the shape of a bottle of hot sauce,” Andy said with a laugh.
You are getting so good at stargazing,” Earl replied.
Andy nestled close to his body. “I am.” Her gaze shifted to the sky and she smiled. “It must be amazing to fly at night, being closer to the stars.”
Earl looked into her eyes. No sight to him was more beautiful, even the stars in the sky couldn’t compete with Andy’s loving gaze. He shifted his gaze upward. “I remember this one night. It was so clear. The stars were so bright illuminating the entire horizon and the ocean was reflecting all the stars. It was hard to tell what was up and what was down. It was like I was flying through space.” He settled down in his seat pulling Andy closer. “Space,” he started, “everyone thinks it’s just up there in the sky, but it is everywhere. We are space itself. We are one with it all.”
Andy rotated in his arms and faced forward staring at the sky. Her mind wandered to the openness of the desert. Darkness surrounded them and the only light was the stars in the sky. She gained serenity with the feeling of complete oneness. Never in her life did she believe she would ever know it.


Buy Link:
Amazon 





About the Author:
Inspiration comes from watching way too much Monty Python. The abstract and the absurd way of looking at normal life, not only offers humor, but questions many problems in society in a light-hearted manner. If we can laugh at ourselves, if we can laugh at life, problems do not seem quite so difficult to tackle.  In fact, problems are not as complicated as they seem; everything is very simple. If you can laugh at it, write about it and read about it, most likely one would think about it.
Jennifer Ott is an award-winning author. She is the author of several satire fiction Wild Horses, The Tourist and two non-fiction books Love and Handicapping and Ooh Baby Compound Me! She recently published, Serenidipidus, Edge of Civilization, A Soul to Shine and now her new release, Searching Civilization, which is the second part of a character inspired series, “Citizens of Civilization.”
She also is the host of the SuperJenius Show and the Poets First show on Artist First radio Network.
Jennifer Ott lives in Long Beach, California, enjoys the sun, the sand, the surf and lots of Mexican food. 

Connect With The Author:
Facebook
Citizens of Civilization Facebook Page
Twitter 
Pinterest
Tumbler
Author Website
Author Recourses Website
Radio Show
Youtube Channel
Video Trailer
Video Trailer Playlists – “Ages of Love”


Giveaway:
Win a $25 Amazon gift card! Enter 2/9/15 – 2/23/15. Open WW. The Goodreads giveaway will run 2/9 – 2/22/15 and is open to residents of the USA, CA, GB, and AU.

a Rafflecopter giveaway




Goodreads Book Giveaway

Searching civilization by Jennifer Ott

Searching civilization

by Jennifer Ott

Giveaway ends February 22, 2015.
See the giveaway details at Goodreads.
Enter to win