Monday, September 5, 2022

The Junkyard Dick by Gillespie Lamb

 Please welcome Gillespie Lamb author of The Junkyard Dick

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


The Junkyard Dick

by Gillespie Lamb

 

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GENRE:   Contemporary mystery

 

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INTERVIEW:


1. What or who inspired you to start writing?

Looking back, it seems to me that other people saw a “writer” in me that I hadn’t yet recognized or hadn’t acknowledged anyway. The way I sometimes unconventionally looked at life might have suggested to them, “Hey, this guy may never amount to anything, but he could be a writer.” Something like that. A distinct memory is a conversation with my mother in later years during a time of personal frustration or struggle of some kind. I don’t remember the particulars, but after listening to me, she said quietly, “Why don’t you write about it.” That was encouragement I think I needed, even if I didn’t know it at the time.

 

2. What elements are necessary components for this genre?

Mysteries must be at least somewhat puzzling. My working title for The Junkyard Dick was The Pablo Puzzle. I am not a huge fan of mysteries that are full of misdirection and Byzantine plots. I want to enjoy a story, not laboriously keep up with its twists and turns. Mysteries are escapist fare, in the purest sense, because criminal and aberrant behaviors are not part of our daily routine. At least not for most of us. We open a mystery book to witness such stuff at arm’s length.


3. How did you come up with your idea for your novel?

I admire blue-collar people and communities. It’s the farm boy in me, maybe. The idea of The Junkyard Dick was to feature an amateur detective—a “dick” as detectives sometimes are called—who is blue-collar all the way. Protagonist Tak Sweedner has a manual labor career, drives a nondescript pickup, swims in the clear water of a Texas river, has a best friend who manages a ranch, and a dog named Otis for a companion. It is clear to readers that Tak knows who he is and is OK with it. We all should be so lucky.


4. What expertise did you bring to your writing?

In the novel, Tak operates a salvage yard, mostly junked cars and trucks. Here’s how that came to be: A friend of mine who owns a salvage yard came to me a few years ago and asked if I would consider working for him part-time. I did for a while and came away intrigued by the enterprise. It wasn’t exactly replicated in The Junkyard Dick, but some of the details of operation gibe with my experience there. I came away with appreciation for the work and I hope readers do.


5. What would you want your readers to know about you that might not be in your bio?

I’m a Midwest guy at heart who lived most of 20 years on the East Coast. I’ve come to believe that people are the same everywhere albeit with different sets of attitudes and habits. Underlying those cosmetic traits are common hopes, dreams, and impulses. The character of humanity is pretty much universal at its core. I like people. I hope that shows in the characterizations I create in my novels.


6. As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans?

I’m polishing another novel. It’s set in contemporary times and engages ordinary people in some of the extraordinary debates occurring in this country and the world. It’s not polemical, nor especially political. Characters respond to the times the best they can and engender mutual respect along the way. I think the story is a positive contribution to the dialogue. Beyond that, there’s a biography I’ll be working on and yet another novel is percolating in the back of my brain.

 

7. Can you give us a sneak peek into this book?

Well, it’s a love story, and a buddy story, and a multicultural story. A sense of place is important. Here’s the twist: The place is Uvalde, Texas, where I live and where the school shooting last spring turned things upside down. The awfulness threw a wrench in my marketing of the book: I couldn’t promote the “place” of the novel, Uvalde, without seeming to capitalize on the tragedy. So, I created a nonprofit organization into which will go any royalties I receive plus a contribution from the publisher, Black Rose Writing. A lot more money will need to be raised, and I will be doing that. The organization will foster creative writing skills in elementary age children in Uvalde. You can read more about it at the nonprofit’s website, storyinventorsclub.com. So, now I promote the book, and the book promotes the nonprofit. The tragedy brought this about.


8. When did you first decide to submit your work? Please tell us what or who encouraged you to take this big step?

Five years ago, I quietly found a publisher for my first book, The Beamy Courage of Gerta Scholler, a middle-grades reader set in the 1870s.  I didn’t push that book at all. Having it published seemed enough, but I am promoting it now. I like the characters and they deserve to be read. It’s sort of the same story with The Junkyard Dick. I quietly wrote it and now am marketing it because I believe Tak and company are good bedside companions, or wherever you do your reading. In a nutshell, I’m pretty self-motivated at this point. I believe the work of writing has value and that I have something to offer.


9. What is the best and worst advice you ever received? (regarding writing or publishing)

I picked up some good advice many years ago in reading a review of a book about Ernest Hemingway. I don’t recall which Hemingway biographer it was, but I do remember the reviewer’s conclusion about the biographer. He said, “The writer not only has to live off this book, he has to live with it.” When writing anything—fiction or nonfiction, for that matter—what is produced leaves an indelible imprint on a writer’s reputation. A dent or an enhancement. The point is, I can live proudly with this book. 


10. Do you outline your books or just start writing?

No, I don’t outline, but I do get to a novel’s last page in different ways. Gerta Scholler was a short story I later expanded. Junkyard was conceived as a novel and created as such from the beginning. I, of course, have a very general idea of where a book is headed, but mostly the story comes together spontaneously. It is rather like a vacation—a well-planned vacation is no vacation at all. In the same way, a rigidly outlined piece of fiction may be efficiently told, but it is not artful. 


11. How do you maintain your creativity?

I read others’ writing and am inspired by the good stuff and encouraged by the bad—I can do better than that! I do not feel wedded to a particular genre, which can be limiting. Through the years we have seen novels that were pigeonholed as mysteries or romances or thrillers and ended up being embraced as literary classics, so I write without much thought of category. I also am inspired by people around me who are living their lives. Neighbors, friends and strangers become fictional characters. As long as I’m surrounded by people, I won’t run dry of ideas.


12. Who is your favorite character in the book? Can you tell us why?

My favorite in The Junkyard Dick? I have several. Billy, the young hired hand, amuses me. I like his spunk. The lead character, Tak, isn’t full of himself, is in fact rather unsure of himself, and that underlying fragility makes him appealing to me. And Pele Zamarripa, the father of Tak’s best friend, is a hoot. Quietly serious and seriously discerning, he makes quite an impression in a few words. I like the sheriff, too. Everyone likes the sheriff.


BLURB:

 

Salvage yard operator and part-time sleuth Tak Sweedner is asked by a buddy, Roque Zamarripa, to investigate a murder. Tak says OK and for his trouble is assaulted with a tire iron. Then he's run off the side of a cliff-the investigation really goes downhill at that point!

Tak calls up gal-pal Emma to help him and soon discovers his feelings for the woman go beyond palling around. When she asks him to give up his investigation and concentrate on her, Tak balks. She might better have asked a bulldog to give up its bone. It would be like quitting, Tak said, and he wasn't a quitter.

Can this blue-collar crime-solver hang in there to get the bad guy... AND win his girl?

 

 

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EXCERPT:

 

Sunday stroll with dog…

I scratched behind the dog’s ears when it strolled over for companionship. We were a lazy pair. His eyes pleaded with me for a walk. So, I carried the bowl inside, rinsed it, grabbed a hat, and we headed out to the pasture behind the house. Otis trotted ahead and periodically ran back to jump against me and trot away again. A fun, fun dog.

 

I unhooked the pasture gate for us, and we moseyed north into my thirty-five acres of south Texas soil. We moved past clumps of blackbrush and sumac, through stretches of buffalo grass, and under a live oak whose branches seemed to defy gravity in their undulating horizontal reach. I admired several Beauty Berry shrubs near the western edge of the property that were favorites of wandering white-tailed deer. Certain times of the year, hungry deer virtually stripped the plants of their lavender fruit.

 

Otis padded down the bank of a dry gulch that foamed with runoff after heavy rains, but normally was no more than a pleasing variant in the landscape, cutting southeast across flat terrain. The dog poked its head into a guajillo thicket on the other side. The bush wasn’t good for livestock but was great for honeybees. Preserving it was my contribution to the local honey industry.

 

Otis lifted his leg to fertilize the bush and we began to walk the gulch back toward the house. A black-tailed jackrabbit sprang from hiding and Otis gave chase for half a minute before returning to my side with tongue lolling from the side of his muzzle.

 

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Gillespie Lamb developed writing skills as a newspaper reporter, editor and     columnist before leaving journalism to become a freelancer and pursue less formulaic writing. He published his first novel in 2017, a middle-grades reader about a girl who rode an “orphan train” from New York City to Kansas. It is titled The Beamy Courage of Gerta Scholler. This second novel is his initial foray into the mystery genre. The setting of The Junkyard Dick is the  ruralTexas region where Lamb lives.

 

Gillespie Lamb

Website: https://www.gillespielamb.com/

 

NOTE:  

My latest novel, The Junkyard Dick, is a mystery set in Uvalde, Tex. It contains numerous allusions to Uvalde streets, restaurants, swimming in the Nueces, and so on, and positively characterizes this multicultural, county-seat town where I happen to live.

 

One week before I began marketing the book through my website (gillespielamb.com), Uvalde became a national byword for school shootings. A minor consequence of that tragedy is that suddenly my book became awkwardly positioned in the marketplace. Many people naturally will see promotion of a book about Uvalde at this time as shamelessly cashing in on the tragic event. I want neither the perception nor the reality of that.

 

So, I have created a nonprofit that will benefit elementary fiction-writing programs in Uvalde—or create such programs out of whole cloth. Any royalties I receive from the book will go into the fund along with contributions from the publisher, Black Rose Writing. That will just be seed money. I will be soliciting donations to the fund from the literary industry and associated artistic ventures, from local and regional community organizations and businesses, and from readers anywhere who find comfort, escape or inspiration in fiction.

 

I am calling the nonprofit “The Story Inventors Club,” which is appropriately juvenile so that it might appeal to young people. It will be dedicated to the proposition that young imaginations are capable of producing fictional stories of merit and enduring value. The hoped-for legacy of the Club would be creation of a new generation of prose (and poetry) to delight readers, and the instilling of enhanced cognitive, language and communication skills in some young people.

 

So, as a consequence of all of the above, I now will be promoting two things: (1) a novel that I believe in on its literary merits, and (2) a Club that I believe can build a new and creative legacy upon the ashes of misfortune.

 

For more information on this Club, please go here:  https://www.storyinventorsclub.com/home

 

 

Black Rose Writing

https://www.blackrosewriting.com/mystery/thejunkyarddick?rq=the%20junkyard%20dick

 

Amazon

https://www.amazon.com/Junkyard-Dick-Gillespie-Lamb/dp/1685130178/

 

Goodreads

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/61257463-the-junkyard-dick

 

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE:

 

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

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f4343/



Tuesday, August 16, 2022

Lovin' You Crazy by Nora LeDuc

 Please welcome Nora LeDuc author of Lovin' You Crazy

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


Lovin' You Crazy

by Nora LeDuc

 

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GENRE:   Mystery/Romance

 

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BLURB:

 

Murder suspect Thomasina (Tommie) Murphy gambles on her childhood friend, an untested, smart PI to clear her name and bury her secrets.

Tommie Murphy is shocked to discover her dinner host shot dead in his elegant, Florida home. As the police examine her past relationship with a jailed convict, she becomes the prime suspect in the homicide. While Tommie pushes fast-forward on changing her impetuous lifestyle, a death threat left on her car warns that the killer has plans for her, too. Desperate, she
turns to her former next-door neighbor, PI Jace Jackson. Yet, if she wants his help, she’ll have to break the promise she made to herself, never trust a man.

Jace knows he’s in trouble the moment Tommie, his long-time crush, suddenly shows up. She's looking for something, and he
always has difficulty denying her requests. When she proposes hiring him, he refuses. After all, he investigates cheating spouses and insurance frauds. However, the challenge of her case and Tommie’s need for protection persuade him to finally accept. As days pass, he worries she’s hiding evidence. Soon, he discovers the truth that nothing is what it seems, especially the woman he secretly loves.

 

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EXCERPT:

 

Soft classical music was playing. He’d had her listen to one of his favorite songs during an online get-together. He’d explained opera was his first love, and he wanted to share it with her. She hadn’t had the heart to tell him the wailing drove her to wish for earplugs. The whimper of the dog, Picasso, at the other end of the foyer redirected her musings. He paced by an open doorway three yards away. His tail hung between his legs.

 

“Are you okay?” A prickle of warning shot through her. She whistled to the dog. “Come.” Picasso stiffened.

 

That wasn’t good. “Arturo! Please, answer me.” She hadn’t locked up. Any four-or two-legged beast could enter. Maybe she should leave. As she turned, she spotted the foil-wrapped chocolates. The sweets trailed down the corridor and curved into the room by Picasso. 

 

She smiled. Aha, Arturo was teasing her. Yesterday, he’d joked about a path of rose petals leading her to him. She’d told him she’d rather have candy.

 

“I get it, Romeo,” she said loudly. “Cute.” He might not think the nickname was so funny after she flung her accusations at him.

 

She followed the goodies to the dog and stopped on the threshold of a chamber to her right. The space was poorly lit by a lamp on a huge wooden desktop. The chair was pushed against the bookshelves. Nobody was there.

 

A sad melody floated to her. “Arturo?” She squinted into the shadows. Where was he?

 

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Nora grew up in rural New England, where she currently lives with her family. For a few years, she spent time in Florida during the winter. She loves writing about both areas in her romantic suspense/mystery stories.

 

And if you read sweet romances, be sure to grab Nora’s holiday book, CHRISTMAS at the EASY BREEZY. It takes place in the White Mountains of New Hampshire and is available now. She is currently working on a Cozy Mystery with an oceanside coffee bar. You can find Nora LeDuc on Amazon, Goodreads, Facebook, BookBub, Twitter, and her website: Noraleduc.com.  Thank you for purchasing LOVIN’ YOU Crazy. If you enjoyed the story, please let others know by leaving a review on Amazon.

 

Amazon buy link: https://www.amazon.com/LOVIN-YOU-Crazy-Love-Paradise-Book-ebook/dp/B0B69CD39G/

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE:

 

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

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Friday, August 12, 2022

Shadows in the Night by Thomas Grant Bruso

 Please welcome Thomas Grant Bruso author of Shadows in the Night

Thomas Grant Bruso will be awarding a $10 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.


Shadows in the Night

by Thomas Grant Bruso

 

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GENRE:   Paranormal, romance, thriller, horror

 

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BLURB:

 

Sequel to Past Sins

Jack Ballinger has seen a lot of horrible things in the six years he’s been a police officer, disturbing images he wishes he could erase from his memory forever. Crime scenes, dead bodies, and the death of his parents dredge up an unsettling time from his past, a tortured childhood he does not want to revisit. But Jack must confront a new waking nightmare that sends him spiraling out of control, down a rabbit hole of indescribable terrors, questioning his existence as a human being, cop, and partner.

Struggling with budget cuts and constantly changing policies within the police department, a cantankerous new police chief, eccentric colleagues, and his on-again/off-again relationship with his boyfriend Steve, Jack must confront an evil entity from a previous life. Grappling with old demons is just the beginning. How long will Jack keep running from the horrors of his past and finally face his fears?

 

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EXCERPT:

 

When I step out into the bedroom, dripping water from the shower, I freeze, my heartbeat pulses at the sight of the bedroom door cracked open. “Hello?”



 

Silence.



 

Between the balcony doors and the east-side windows, the far corner of the room is empty.


 

No ghosts or visitors. There is nowhere to hide in this wide-open space.



 

I walk over to the nightstand where I keep my pistol. I look over my shoulder at the clamoring noise of the construction crew setting up their monstrous machines out on the street. Large yellow Cat loaders and pavers growl to life.



 

I leave a puddle of water behind me when I reach the dresser and pull out my gun. A noise out in the hallway draws my attention to the open door. I unlock the safety and aim the pistol at my side. I amble to the apartment door, my pulse quickening. I must have forgotten to lock it after Steve left last night, I think.



 

I stare around the small kitchen: nothing, nobody, but a scattering of spilled coffee beans on the floor. Lifting the gun out in front of me, I walk to the door. A stale, warm, musty smell wafts into the room. I stare out into the dark hallway.



 

Empty.



 

My grip tightens on the gun.



 

My skin bristles in the cool, clammy air.



 

I raise my gun and step out into the hall, pointing the pistol left, then right, down the long corridor. Vacant. I take a deep breath and lean against the doorframe.





The stairwell door creaks open at the end of the hall. I straighten my shoulders, pointing the pistol into the dark.



 

I wait.



 

“Hello?”



 

No answer.


 

The door opens again, its hinges groaning.





I turn to glance behind me in the dark at the two other apartments.


 

Doors closed.


 

I stay on the left side of the hall in case somebody is in the stairwell.


 

I meander down the corridor, moving slowly and turning once to check over my shoulder. I hear noises in the dark, but I don’t see anything. The building settles and shifts in the wind. Forcing myself to keep moving, I slink against the length of the wall to the last door on the floor.


 

I stop. Wait. Listen.


 

Alarming stillness.


 

Machinery clangs outside, and the construction workers’ voices echo like trapped spirits in the apartment walls. I clench the gun’s handle and my index finger grazes the trigger.



 

Creak.



 

The exit door swings open, and clangs shut. I jump back a few inches. Stare at the door. Shuffle forward, yell out, “Hello?” and wedge my foot between the doorjamb. I fling the door open with my hand.



 

The stairwell is empty. I walk onto the top landing and point the gun behind the door. Clear.



 

I stare over the edge of the staircase, three stories down. Sunlight streams into the open space below from one of the stairwell doors. I hear muffled voices, people talking, the noise of machinery reverberating off the walls and drifting up the stairwells.


 

I am overreacting, I tell myself, and letting out a deep sigh. I yell down the stairs for somebody to close the door. No response.


 

I head back into the hallway, muttering obscenities at myself for acting foolish. When I am back inside my apartment, I lock the door. Before I pour coffee, I retrace my steps across the entire 400-square inch area, checking locks and windows, looking behind doors.


 

I lock the balcony doors, drawing curtains and drowning out the jackhammering sounds coming from outside. As I close the left-sided drapes, something on the balcony catches my eye and sends me into another dizzying tailspin.


 

Fear settles in my chest like angry bees buzzing. My heart races. My nightmares return at the sight of partial muddy footprints leading over the edge of the balcony.

 

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Thomas Grant Bruso knew at an early age he wanted to be a writer. He has been a voracious reader of genre fiction since he was a kid.

His literary inspirations are Ray Bradbury, Dean Koontz, Stephen King, Ellen Hart, Jim Grimsley, Karin Fossum, Joyce Carol Oates, and John Connolly.

Bruso loves animals, book-reading, writing fiction, prefers Sudoku to crossword puzzles.



In another life, he was a freelance writer and wrote for magazines and newspapers. In college, he was a winner for the Hermon H. Doh Sonnet Competition. Now, he writes and publishes fiction, and reviews books for his hometown newspaper, The Press Republican.



He lives in upstate New York.

 

Links:

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/thomgrantbruso?ref_src=twsrc%5Egoogle%7Ctwcamp%5Eserp%7Ctwgr%5Eauthor

 

 

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thomasgrantbrusoauthor/?hl=en

 

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8591689.Thomas_Grant_Bruso

 

 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/thomasgrantbruso/

 

 

Book buy link: https://www.jms-books.com/thomas-grant-bruso-c-224_236/shadows-in-the-night-p-4416.html

 

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE:

 

Thomas Grant Bruso will be awarding a $10 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

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Tuesday, August 9, 2022

The Genes of Isis by Justin Newland

 Please welcome Justin Newland author of The Genes of Isis

Justin Newland will be awarding one signed copy of the paperback (US or International) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.


The Genes of Isis

by Justin Newland

 

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GENRE:   Mythological Fiction / Fantasy

 

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INTERVIEW:


What or who inspired you to start writing?

I get inspired to write about things that everyone knows about, or thinks they know about, and then through the writing get them to look at those same things in a different way or from a new perspective. That's why I write stories with a supernatural bent and that's why I write historical fiction. We think we 'know' about history, but do we really know what happened or why? 

History is just that - a hi(gh) story - a series of fragmented facts loosely joined together by pieces of string by historians with a segmented view of the world. And there are more gaps in the connections than anything else. That makes history so fascinating to me as an author because imagination can fill in the numerous gaps. And of course, the farther back in history you go, the more gaps there are, the more room there is for the imagination.

How did you come up with your idea for your novel?

 

The Genes of Isis was my first novel. They say an author should write about what they know about, and that’s good advice, certainly for a first book. I've always been fascinated by Ancient Egypt; I’ve travelled to Giza, Saqqara, and the Valley of the Kings. I've researched Ancient Egypt and its place in world history for nearly twenty years. And Ancient Egypt has always been associated with the supernatural, the uncanny, and the unexplained, which allowed me to introduce fantasy elements into the story. 

The title reflects the novel’s two weaves, or plot threads, in the Biblical story of the Book of Genesis and the Osiris myth from Ancient Egypt. So firstly, genesis means the genes of Isis. In the Ancient Egyptian myth, Osiris is murdered by his brother Set, who cuts the body into pieces and distributes them all over the land of Egypt. Isis gathers the parts into a whole and brings her husband back to life. She bears the Osiris a son, the hawk-headed God Horus.  

Can you give us a sneak peek into this book?

 

In this extract from chapter 30, Issa is an Egyptian priestess, and her son Horque has died. She resolves to rescue him from the realms of the dead, the Du’at, guarded by the fearsome jackal-headed god Anubis. She travels there as her ka, her astral body.

 

She willed her ka towards Du'at, the realm of the dead, and quickly located the pair of columns at its entrance, the colossal Anubis Gates. She expected to find the jackal-headed Anubis operating its gates, but they appeared unguarded. Her voyage to the underworld couldn't be easier: she'd enter Du'at, find the Hall of Truth, and rescue Horque's ka.  

As she approached, a curtain of force shimmered between the gates. On it silky, misty surface appeared a thousand faces, young and old, happy and sad, and all strangely familiar people she'd met in her lifetime, human and Solarii ... until one only remained. No. It couldn't be. It was her own face. She was so startled she nearly ruptured the precious umbilical connection to her physical body. Was it a mirror? No, it was a replica. It was more than that. It was her double. 

The guard to Du'at was Issa herself. The face stared back at her, inspecting her, a most unnerving experience. To be investigated by oneself. She felt naked to the core. 

"What do you want?" The double even spoke in her own voice.

"Entry to Du'at," she replied.

"This is the realm of the dead. You're still alive; go back to where you belong." 

The face of her double stared back, eyes unflinching, scrutinizing her inner being. There was nowhere to hide from oneself. 

 

Anything else you want to add? Yes, I want to mention the book cover artist. 

That's the work of Jim Burns. Jim has brilliantly captured the goddess Isis’  commanding authority and subtle mystery. The temple below the goddess is in Philae, an actual temple dedicated to the goddess in Egypt. 

 

The background colouring and waters show shades of green because the pre-flood sky in the novel is aquamarine, and the sun is emerald green. Notice the twin strands of DNA spiralling up each side of the temple, with snake heads to boot, a motif alluding to the main plot thread in the story. 

 

Justin Newland

23rd June 2022





BLURB:

 

Akasha is a precocious young woman who lives in a world where oceans circulate in the aquamarine sky waters.


Before she was born, the Helios, a tribe of angels from the sun, came to Earth to deliver the Surge, the next step in the evolution of an embryonic human race. Instead, they left humanity on the brink of extinction and spawned a race of monstrous hybrids. 


Horque is a Solarii, another tribe of angels, sent to Earth to rescue the genetic mix-up and release the Surge. 


When Akasha has a premonition that a great flood is imminent and falls in love with Horque, her life becomes an instrument for apocalyptic change. But will it save the three races - humans, hybrids and Solarii – from the killing waters?

 

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EXCERPT:

 

The moonlight flooded through the window but Issa was still awake. Once the street cats grew tired of fighting and the hyenas and foxes stopped scavenging, she roused herself and began her descent. Clutching a glow lamp in one hand and Fryme's package in the other, she crept downstairs and stopped in the middle of a corridor, beside a section of wall that would have appeared unremarkable to anyone else. She knew otherwise. 

 

A few words, an arcane utterance, followed by a shimmer of light and the astral curtain disappeared, revealing the secret door. She stepped through it, into the corridor beyond. She was going to the God Crucible, an occult chamber beneath her house. Its astral protections were such that no one, not even Cheiron, suspected its existence. Her breathing was shallow. This was the first point of no return. 

 

Her glow-lamp threw long shadows down the narrow, sloping tunnel. Divided in two, it had steps on one side and a slanting ramp on the other. In front of her on the ground was a piece of white bandage, accidentally torn off the mummified body of her son, which she'd dragged down the ramp before Cheiron had arrived. How heavy he had been. They didn't call it a dead weight for nothing. She could still smell the musty odour of the dust particles she'd dislodged.

 

At the bottom of the ramp, the tunnel gave way to a dome-shaped chamber, the God Crucible. Her son’s cadaver lay on a bench, and she ran her hand over the embalming bandages. Beside it was a second, vacant bench. There, she would lie during the ritual she was about to perform. 

 

The Anubis embalmers had washed Horque’s body, encased it in natron salt, and mummified it according to all but one of the traditions of the Jackal-headed God - the exception being that they had not removed any of his organs. On his chest, she laid out a scarab pectoral and into his mouth, she placed a length of straw. 

 

  

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Justin Newland is an author of historical fantasy and secret history thrillers - that’s history with a supernatural twist. His stories feature known events and real people from history which are re-told and examined through the lens of the supernatural. He gives author talks and is a regular contributor to BBC Radio Bristol’s Thought for the Day. He lives with his partner in plain sight of the Mendip Hills in Somerset, England. 

His Books

The Genes of Isis is a tale of love, destruction and ephemeral power set under the skies of Ancient Egypt. A re-telling of the Biblical story of the flood, it reveals the mystery of the genes of Isis – or genesis – of mankind. ISBN 9781789014860.

“The novel is creative, sophisticated, and downright brilliant! I couldn’t ask more of an Egyptian-esque book!” – Lauren, Books Beyond the Story.

The Old Dragon’s Head is a historical fantasy and supernatural thriller set during the Ming Dynasty and played out in the shadows the Great Wall of China. It explores the secret history of the influences that shaped the beginnings of modern times.  ISBN 9781789015829.

‘The author is an excellent storyteller.” – British Fantasy Society. 

Set during the Great Enlightenment, The Coronation reveals the secret history of the Industrial Revolution. ISBN 9781838591885.

“The novel explores the themes of belonging, outsiders… religion and war…  filtered through the lens of the other-worldly.” – A. Deane, Page Farer Book Blog.

His latest, The Abdication (July, 2021), is a suspense thriller, a journey of destiny, wisdom and self-discovery. ISBN 9781800463950.  

“In Topeth, Tula confronts the truth, her faith in herself, faith in a higher purpose, and ultimately, what it means to abdicate that faith.” 

http://www.justinnewland.com/                https://www.facebook.com/justin.newland.author/

Amazon buy link: https://www.amazon.com/Genes-Isis-Justin-Newland-ebook/dp/B07D7FMDZG/

 

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE:

 

Justin Newland will be awarding one signed copy of the paperback (US or International) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

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Monday, August 8, 2022

Walks by Big Alex's Pond by Henry Van Berkel

 Please welcome Henry Van Berkel author of Walks by Big Alex's Pond

Henry Van Berkel will be awarding a $15 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour


Walks by Big Alex's Pond

by Henry Van Berkel

 

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GENRE: Autobiography (Nature)

 

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BLURB:

 

Ten years after Big Alex MacDonald leaves his home in Ashdale, Nova Scotia, in the 1880's to find his fortune, he amasses fabulous wealth almost overnight in the Yukon and becomes known as "the King of the Klondike". At his death a decade later, there is not enough money in his estate to cover expenses. What happened to his immense riches? A century after Alex's departure from Nova Scotia, the author purchases "Big Alex's" family land and finds his own El Dorado amongst the riches of friends, neighbours and family, and the endless fascinations of nature. On hikes along the roads of the historic property he muses about the drama of his own past, and the life journeys of his family members and those of his neighbours.

 

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EXCERPT:

 

 

Hey! Bugles in the sky??? I only faintly heard the honking coming from the nort before looking up from my yard work to see a pair of geese, just above the tree-line, winging towards Big Alex’s Pond, a five-acre body of water nestled in the hills a half kilometre behind our house in Ashdale, Antigonish County, Nova Scotia. My heart thrilled. They were Canada geese. Hundreds of metres away they began their descent towards the surface, gliding as smoothly as a 747 approaching the landing strip at an airport. They splashed into the rippling water just beyond the ice still hugging the outer perimeter of the pond. It was April 6, 2006.

 

I have always loved Canada geese. their noble bearing, their seemingly altruistic behaviour in flight (like taking turns at the lead on long migrations), their monogamy, the ganders’ dedicated, round-the-clock sentry duty during nesting season, the females’ patient, sleepless, wary weeks of incubating their eggs all had special appeal to me. I admire how the parents gave their young flight lessons in time to make the long trek south for the winter. Yes, I know they can be a nuisance to farmers when they congregate in large numbers to feed on crops. And I know they sully public parks and private estates with their droppings and alarm parents as they chase toddlers, and sometimes even adults, away from their space to protect their goslings. They can be intimidating. But I yearned to have a pair on our pond. On this beautiful spring day, it appeared my wish would come true.

 

I decided to leave my landscaping work to have a closer look. I walked quietly, furtively, along our main-woods road, which ran beside the pond through to the back of our woodlot to the Ohio community’s baseline, where it connected with my brother Adrian’s roads. Adrian had a woodlot and farm adjacent to ours, but his home was on the Ohio community side of Ashdale Heights. Adrian had plenty of animals and a pond full of Canada geese too, right by the house, so that he and Anne Marie and their children and visitors could watch the geese from their kitchen window. I was envious. But now maybe I’d have my very own geese. They would have young ones; I’d have a whole family. They’d all come back next year. In a few years, there’d be a whole flock!

 

The leaves were not yet on the trees. I didn’t want to scare the geese away, so I kept some distance. Through the bare alders, I saw the two of them in the middle of the pond bobbing gently on the undulating waves, heads high, checking out the environs. Would it be a suitable place to raise a family? I would not be the cause for alarm, so after a few minutes, I backed away and returned to our house. I told Elaine about the geese. She saw how excited I was.

 

For the remainder of the day, I worked on the lawn, raking rocks and spreading loam to get it ready for seeding. The day passed quickly. My mind was on the geese.

 

 

 

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Ten years after Big Alex MacDonald leaves his home in Ashdale, Nova Scotia, in the 1880's to find his fortune, he amasses fabulous wealth almost overnight in the Yukon and becomes known as "the King of the Klondike". At his death a decade later, there is not enough money in his estate to cover expenses. What happened to his immense riches? A century after Alex's departure from Nova Scotia, the author purchases "Big Alex's" family land and finds his own El Dorado amongst the riches of friends, neighbours and family, and the endless fascinations of nature. On hikes along the roads of the historic property he muses about the drama of his own past, and the life journeys of his family members and those of his neighbours.

 

 

Connect with Henry Van Berkel

 

FACEBOOK https://www.facebook.com/walksbybigalexspond/

 

GOODREADS https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/50277404-walks-by-big-alex-s-pond 

 

 

Get a copy of Walk by Big Alex's Pond          

 

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KINDLE https://amazon.com/dp/B082FSK87N

 

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE

 

Henry Van Berkel will be awarding a $15 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour

 

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