Wednesday, 16 May 2018

Temple Omnibus Tour




Starfarers and explorers, the League settled on Kana thousands of years ago. They found it to be a paradise, a perfect, virtually uninhabited planet waiting just for them in the cradle of space.
Lovely Kana … it was too good to be true …

But, all was not as it seemed. Simmering beneath the ground was a demented god who had soaked Kana in blood for untold ages, luring in victims, lying to them, and rejoicing in their suffering as they died at the hands of his dark angels.
And there will be blood again … From his Temple in the ground, the Horned God stirs.
When Lord Kabyl of Blanchefort, a young man troubled by the weight of the world, dares give his heart to a girl from a mysterious ancient household, one that pre-dates the League itself, he comes to know the shadows of the past that hover over her.

He comes to know of the Horned God, and for love he is destined to face him. All roads lead to the Temple of the Exploding Head, a place of evil and death, rooted in the ancient past, but also tied to the distant future. 



3 Excerpts from the Book

1)— Run! Run, Sam!” they called to her. “Run all you want … we’ve got plans
for you … All in good time!” –the “Demons” to Lady Sammidoran.

2)— Look at his eyes. Look at his hair.
It’s his mother’s fault.
His mother’s fault!
Lord Davage chose poorly, and here’s the result.
Crying? He’s crying!  --The Vith critiquing a 13 year old Lord Kabyl.

3)— “Have you ever heard of Countess Fercandia, Kay?” she asked as they
walked down the corridor heading toward the eastern section of the castle,
Kay’s boots clicking on the tiles.
“No, Mother, I’m sorry I haven’t.”
“She’s an old countess from long ago when the Vith still had to fight the
Haitathe to survive. Countess Fercandia was a warrior who fought at her lord’s
side, and she fought with a CARG, just like he did. Her CARG wasn’t big and
heavy like her lord’s. It was smaller and lighter, something that she could use.
It was still a CARG, just different. I wanted you to see it. I thought you might be
inspired.” Her face filled with motherly love and pride. She touched his cheek.
“And, maybe you wouldn’t be so hard on yourself. Look at you, just a little boy,
yet so burdened. I can sense it, Kay. I know you’ve been hurting.”
“I’m fine, mother,” he lied.  –Countess Sygillis to her son, Lord Kabyl.




REN GARCIA, is a Science Fiction/Fantasy author and Texas native who grew up in western Ohio. He has been writing since before he could write, often scribbling alien lingo on any available wall or floor with assorted crayons.
He attended The Ohio State University and majored in English Literature. Ren has been an avid lover of anything surreal since childhood, he also has a passion for caving, urban archeology and architecture.
His books are published by Loconeal Publishing and include: The League of Elder: Sygillis of Metatron, The Hazards of the Old Ones, The Dead Held Hands, The Machine, and The Temple of the Exploding Head. LoE Book VI: Sands of the Solar Empire was released in July, 2012 and Book VII: “Against the Druries” was released in 2013. His next set of books,  “The Shadow tech Goddess” was released in 2014 with the most recent book, Stenibelle, released in June 2015.
 He currently lives in Columbus, Ohio with his wife, and their three dogs.





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Sunday, 13 May 2018

Upheld Book Tour





Upheld: Ordinary women discovering an Extraordinary God


Life happens. Ordinary and extraordinary events fill the days and nights, but regardless of the circumstance, God is there. We’re five friends who, over the course of a decade, learned to recognize the heavenly touches in our lives. We share our stories in a series of short vignettes, as glimpses of the profound and practical ways God lifts us.

First as a newlywed and then as a young mother, Rebekah awakens to the daily light that comes from realizing how often and simply the Lord touches her life. Jeni nurtures a child with special needs and learns that strength and support are only a prayer away. Elizabeth forges a new path towards renewal and regeneration after she exits the roller coaster ride of her spouse’s addiction. Faith discovers the beauty of reminders from a loving Heavenly Father that she has worth and the precious gift of agency. Dawn opens her mind to the understanding that no matter what happens peace can abound and everything will work out.

In Upheld: Ordinary women discovering an Extraordinary God we invite you to walk with us, explore the nooks and crannies of life, and have joy in the knowledge that you are not forgotten. As you read, we hope you will also discover God upholding you in your own life.


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Top 10 books:
Book of Mormon, Gift from the Sea, Tipping Point, Harry Potter Series, No
Doubt about it, The Hiding Place, The Secret Garden, Diary of Anne Frank, The
Hundred Dresses, Little Women

Top 10 Desserts:
Tuxedo Cheesecake, Lemon Cream Cake, Rootbeer Floats, Hot Fudge Sundaes,
Cool Caramel Crunch, Oreo cookie dessert, Peach cobbler, Chocolate cake with
chocolate frosting, French and German pastries, Cinnamon Rolls




Five women have joined together under the pen name, Grace Lane, to write about their personal experiences in hopes to inspire and uplift others.  The following character sketches will give you a little insight about each author.



Rebekah: 
Writing about motherhood and her husband’s health struggles, Rebekah lives true to the meaning of her name—to bind. Life’s experiences have shaped her into a wise, steadfast daughter of God who has the beautiful ability to make others laugh through her clever wit.
Jeni: 
Jeni’s stories revolve around the loving care of her son with special needs. Knowing that he will not live out his childhood, she’s armed with strength and determination to give him the best life possible. The bright hope Jeni finds through the Savior will encourage the lowest of hearts.
Elizabeth:
Elizabeth is passionate about sharing the Light of Christ. You’ll feel this in reading about the challenges she faces with her spouse’s addiction and divorce. Through sophistication, uplifting words, and a touch of spunk, she’s a modern-day disciple “gathering in the fold” and feeding His sheep.
Faith:
A woman of intuition, Faith has a distinctive gift for understanding people. Her personal goal in life is to help women recognize their potential in whatever role they fill. She writes about her battle in overcoming abuse as a child and her fight with low self-esteem.

Dawn:
A single mom for ten years, Dawn not only believes the motto “Light trumps darkness”, but she lives it every day. Her short stories are about finding God after a heart-crushing divorce. Dawn touches many lives through her unwavering testimony and simple ways.

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Wednesday, 9 May 2018

Sugar and Spice and All Those Lies





Gina’s grandfather was a French chef whose life was cut short by a robber’s bullet. The only lasting legacy he could leave his family was his passion and talent for cooking.

Growing up poor but with a mother who is a gifted cook. Gina learns cooking a great meal is an act of love. An art that sustains and enhances life.

A world of new challenges, new friends, and new loves opens up for her when she’s chosen to cook for a Michelin-starred restaurant.

But danger lurks where one never expects it.
Can her passion for cooking help Gina survive and thrive in this world of privilege, pleasure and menace?


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Evy Journey, writer, wannabe artist, and flâneuse (feminine of flâneur), wishes she lives in Paris where people have perfected the art of aimless roaming. Armed with a Ph.D., she used to research and help develop mental health programs.

She's a writer because beautiful prose seduces her and existential angst continues to plague her despite such preoccupations having gone out of fashion. She takes occasional refuge by invoking the spirit of Jane Austen to spin tales of love, loss, and finding one’s way—stories into which she weaves mystery or intrigue.



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Excerpt:

I open my eyes inside an ambulance. My shoulder feels numb but at least it’s not hurting anymore. I say to the paramedic sitting to my right, “Am I still bleeding?”
“No. You passed out from fear, shock. Just a few minutes. You lost some blood, but not as much as it looked. Don’t worry, they’ll patch you up good. We’re almost there.”
At the hospital, they put me on a gurney and wheel me directly to a room blazing with lights. People in shapeless blue garb, caps, and surgical masks fuss over me, sticking needles into my arm and wrapping monitors around it.
I close my eyes. I can’t believe this is happening to me. I’m supposed to be relaxing, waiting until my mother calls me to dinner. She says I need time away from pots and pans and refused my help in the kitchen. Can’t I rewind my life like a film, back to before I call Cristi?
An efficient voice breaks into my thoughts. “Can you breathe well enough?”
“Yes,” I say, glancing up at the woman with the efficient voice. I see only her eyes.
She puts an oxygen mask on half my face; and as cool liquid courses down my arm, she fades into blackness.
A smiling, maternal face is saying something—about me, I think.  “Everything went well. We just finished stitching and bandaging your wound. We had to probe about a bit. The scissors were blunt. They left an ugly wound and grazed your shoulder blade, but luckily the wound didn’t go deeper. No serious harm done, although we’ll have to wait to see if there’s some nerve damage. If so, it may take a few weeks to have full use of your right arm again.”
I force myself to say “thank you,” but all I remember is “no serious harm.” That’s all I need, to know that I can go back to life, as usual.
“We’re keeping you overnight, at least. I think we’ll be able to discharge you tomorrow. We’re just waiting for hospital aides to take you to your room.”
A day in the hospital. What about Thanksgiving? “Are my parents here?”
“Yes. They’ve been informed about your room number so you’ll see them there.”
Sometime later, my parents come into the room. Mom is scowling, her eyes dark with worry. “Thank God, you’re okay. How are you feeling?” She pulls a chair next to the bed.
“Groggy. My shoulder is sore.”






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Tuesday, 8 May 2018

Selah's Painted Dream Blitz (Book 3 in the Horse Dream Adventures Series)





Instilled with the need to create, I love building projects and writing adventure stories. I’m a life-long equestrian and owned by a Rocky Mountain Horse. I adore grandchildren, horses, bunnies, mochas, and forest trails.
I’ve published three books in an equestrian series. I write at an antique secretary desk that occupies a glass room with a forest view. Fittingly, it once belonged to the same wise grandmother who introduced me to the love of reading via Walter Farley's horse books. That desk has secret compartments which hold memories, mysteries, and story ideas.

As a member of the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators, American Christian Fiction Writers, and Texas Association of Authors, I take studying the craft of writing seriously. Revision is my super-power.




Thirteen-year-old Selah’s life is about as perfect as it gets. She has horsy friends at school, and on weekends, she rides her black mare on Grandpa’s farm. Training the horse to do upper-level liberty work is what makes her heart beat.

But one word can ruin a perfect life—moving.

A move would separate her from her horse, so she plots to get her name on the farm mailbox instead. She’s sure she could persuade Grandpa—except he’s overly distracted by a sheep-loving neighbor.

Determined not to let Grandpa's new sweetheart take her place in his heart, Selah puts her hope in a painted dream horse from Grandpa’s past. When she snugs up the girth and buckles on her spurs, Selah rides to win.




Snippet:

Her eyes swept the room. This place felt more like her room than her room at home did. Even though she could only be there on weekends, it was where her heart’s treasures were stored. Her grandmother’s horse books, which had been left to Selah, and the Breyer horse collection covered every shelf. She was convinced someday they would want to make a model of Sweet Dream. Someday—when they were famous. Selah shut the door gently on her dreams. 




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Thursday, 3 May 2018

The Code





NCIS Special Agent Ryan Gilmour finds himself back at the New London submarine base, the result of a posting swap with a friend. He settles in to wait for a chance to lead an investigation and for a woman who can capture his fickle heart.

When a vandal carves a Morse code message onto a building on the base, Ryan crosses paths with librarian Alex Ware. Her ability to avoid answering his questions leaves Ryan convinced she is hiding something. Determined to find out what it is he seeks her out, but his persistence only leads to conflict and frustration.

As a second act of vandalism rapidly follows, and then a third, Ryan is given the lead in the investigation. The attacks become sinister, the trail of Morse code messages with each act taunting Ryan and his team, daring them to break the code before it’s too late. And at every turn is the elusive Alex Ware.

Will Ryan and his team find the key to solving the case? Will Alex let down her guard and tell Ryan her secret?

Can they uncover who is behind The Code?





Excerpt:

“What are you doing?”

Alex spun around to Ryan, standing close behind her.

“Look.” She pointed to the damage on the tree. “It’s the same with all three. Some,” she gritted her teeth against the swear word she wanted to say, “…idiot…has killed the trees.”

Alex watched as Ryan went from tree to tree, circling each one as she had done, before returning to her.

“I wonder,” he muttered. He left her again, walking a wide perimeter around the trees, looking at walls, the ground, everywhere. It took Alex a moment to realise what he searched for and she joined in the hunt.

“There,” Ryan said and strode over to a patch of grass by the building. He held his hand out as she followed. “Stay back.”

Alex stopped as Ryan crept close to the square of grass, crouching and tilting his head as he moved. She moved to the side and saw what had caught Ryan’s gaze. Shiny objects were embedded in the grass, reflecting the morning sunshine.

“Is it…?”

“Yes.”

“What does it say?”

He stood up and turned to look at her. “You don’t need to know.”

“I found the trees!”

“Yes, you did, but this is a whole different thing.” He came over to her. “Alex, please leave me to deal with this. I’ll come and see you later, okay?”

He didn’t wait for her answer, walking back towards the glimmering message and pulling out his cell phone. Alex glared at his back, but he ignored her as he talked into the phone. She glanced around and then crept across behind Ryan, squinting at the patch of grass, trying to make out the whole
message.

Ryan spun around, catching her mid crouch.

“Alex!”

“Oh, okay,” she grumbled and stalked away towards the library. She didn’t glance back, didn’t stop until she reached the staff door and let herself in. Inside and with the door closed, she leaned back against it and shut her eyes to picture gleaming items in the grass; a pattern spelling out a word.

“Twenty-six,” she whispered.







Alison is the author of the White Rose series and the New London books, and is a member of the Australian Crime Writers Association. 

She has served in both the Australian Army Reserve and the Royal Australian Air Force, and now lives in Tasmania with her family. 

Alison is a self-confessed stationery junkie, loves forests, and drinks too much tea.


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