Thursday, January 22, 2015

Guest Post: Three Moons of Kadan by B. Truly, Author of Melanie's Evanescent Journey

Guest Post:

Three Moons of Kadan

As the story begins Melanie Wilhelm is a love struck teenager. But as her journey unfolds she develops into a strong compassionate woman.
Melanie falls in love and believes this person is her soul mate. Then she struggles with the concept; could a person truly be the love of her life if he was never hers to begin with?
When the plot unravels Melanie realizes
she is the sacrifice because her life is threatened. She also finds out that life is more mystical than the unknown universe. She’s propelled into the Sonar Galaxy, 300 million light years away. Kadan is a mysterious red planet that parabolic symbol is three moons.
Melanie believes in faith and learns that sometimes there is no logical explanation for tragedies in life. She gets to experince phenomenal things that no one else on Earth will have the opportunity to do. She questions fate and why she was chosen to be a part of something greater. From wormholes to portals, black holes, and supernovas, Melanie’s journey holds no bounds. Melanie embarks on her future and is now plotting her own path.

Genres: Fantasy/Paranormal-Romance

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

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


The following Friday night Jason and I were in the family room eating pizza. After we finished eating we decided to watch a movie. I had never seen the Underworld series before, and now he had me hooked. We were on the sofa, watching the fourth movie. He had me lying across his chest. Jaden came into the room and seemed surprised to see us.

“Hey, Jaden.”

“What’s up?” Jason said to him. Jaden rolled his eyes, didn’t reply, and walked away. Jason lifted us up on the sofa. “I will be back in a second.”


He followed Jaden. I was going to stay put until I heard Jason’s voice rise. I bolted up and went into the kitchen. Harmony was in there also. Jason was in his face and looked pissed. Jaden appeared concerned, like he was trying to convince him to do something. None of them saw me.

“What’s your problem?” Jason asked, gritting his teeth.

“I don’t think you should have her around with everything that’s going on,” Jaden replied.

Were they talking about me?

“She doesn’t have anything to do with this,” Jason said.

“I think you are taking it too personal. He doesn’t mean any harm,” Harmony said to Jason.

“It’s not right to involve her further, and you know it,” Jaden interrupted.

“We don’t even have all of the facts,” Jason countered.

“We know enough. You are just too blind to see it.” Jaden threw in his face.

They were talking about me, but why? None of it made sense. The last statement Jaden said pushed Jason over the edge. He shoved Jaden in his chest so hard he flew back into the refrigerator and slipped to the ground. He got up fast and pushed Jason back.

“Guys, stop!” I yelled, frantic. Jason pushed him again and tried to get him in a wrestler hold. Thank goodness Harmony rushed into the crossfire and somehow managed to separate them. She had both of her arms extended, one hand on each of their chests.

“You guys better cut it out right now! Don’t make me tell you twice!” She commanded.

They stopped struggling against her. Did she have a black belt in karate that they obeyed her so readily? Jason looked at me, frowned, and bit his lip. He seemed embarrassed by his actions. He walked toward me and pulled me from the kitchen quickly. In the hallway he said, “I’m sorry about that. Do you mind if we go back to your place?”

“Sure, but what’s going on?”

“Let’s talk about it in the car.”

Jason gathered my things and had me out of the house before I could blink. He didn’t want me around his siblings; that was clear. He had picked me up from my house so we were in his car. He blew out his breath, and his forehead was furrowed. He was deep in thought and didn’t seem like he wanted to talk.

“Are you going to tell me what that was about?”

“We are having some family problems.”

“Yeah, that’s obvious. What does it have to do with me?”


“That’s not what your brother thinks.”

“My brother doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Well, your sister seemed to agree.” He didn’t answer. “Why does your brother dislike me?”

He looked at me apologetically. “Mel, my brother and sister like you just fine.”

“Why did you push your brother then?”

“We have been bumping heads for a while. Things just added up.”

“I don’t buy it.”

“Mel, you’re being paranoid. You are reading too much into this. My brother and I have argued before. We are both hotheaded, so sometimes things get heated.”

“I think there’s more going on than you are telling me. It’s clear you don’t want to share. Just drop me off. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” I crossed my arms against my chest and looked out the window.

“Mel,” he said, pouting. I ignored him, and he sighed.

At the next stoplight, he put the car in park. What was he doing? He undid his seatbelt and lunged at me. I was shocked at his aggressiveness. I was worried, irritated, and scared, but all of my emotions unraveled in the kiss. It was explosive. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and the watermelon substance expelled. He kissed me like his mouth was made for mine. Within seconds desire pulsed inside every vein in my body. I kissed him back fiercely and pulled his hair. He moaned, and then several people started to blow their horns. The light was green. He pulled back, breathing heavily, and drove on through the intersection.

“Are you talking to me now?” he asked.

I still felt high from his tongue of ecstasy. Why was I mad again? “I’m talking, but I don’t like you keeping me in the dark.”

“My family and I will get it sorted out, okay. But I don’t want you to think you are the cause of the problem. That’s not the case. Are you really not going to let me come in?” he asked, pulling into my driveway. A few minutes ago I would have said no, but after the way he kissed me, I couldn’t. He kissed me that way on purpose just so he could have his way with me.

* * *

I was in the cafeteria talking with Ebony, and some of our other friends before school started when I saw Jason arrive with the gang. Ebony poked her mouth out. Jaden had been to the police station a couple more times with Ebony, and they talked often. But she was disappointed; Jaden seemed to only want to be friends. Jason smiled, and motioned for me to come over.

“I’ll check with you later, Ebony,” I told her.

“See yah,” she replied.

“Hey, what’s up,” I said, rushing over to him. I was excited drama practice had gotten canceled, and we were supposed to hang out. “We’re still on for after school, right?”

He sighed, and his brow furrowed. “Actually Mel, I need to take care of something with Jaden. I’m sorry.”

“Oh,” I replied, scrunching my nose. “You guys are best buds now?”

“Mel, he’s my brother. We have worked things out.”

“I understand.” But I really didn’t. I wanted him to work things out with his family, but I also wanted him to let me back in. Over the last few days his mind seemed a million miles away.

“I will make it up to you I promise.”

After school I was at my locker gathering my things. Simon, my drama partner approached me. We were good friends and talked often. I knew he had a thing for me. And he knew me well enough to know I had been a little down lately.”

“Hey, Melanie.”

“Hi, Simon.”

“How have you been?”

“I’m good,” I replied, stretching the truth. I didn’t want to admit I was worried about my relationship. I would never tell him that. I hadn’t even said anything to Ebony.

“Since we don’t have practice I was going to get a bite to eat. You want to hang with me? Whoa, he was bold. He also knew I was in a serious relationship, but still asked. He was cute though. His hair was light brown, and his eyes were too. But it still would probably look bad if someone saw the two of us out together, and it got back to Jason. He would probably have a stroke, if he found out. But at the moment I didn’t care. He’s the one who canceled, and I didn’t want to be alone. Simon was nice, and he always made me laugh. I was about to say yes, and take him up on his offer when Jason interrupted. He stood very close behind me. I could feel his breath brush again my neck.

“We already have plans Mel, remember?”

I snapped my neck around, and my mouth dropped open. Seriously? “I thought something came up,” I stated.

“It did, but I’m rescheduling that instead. You ready?” he asked grabbing my backpack to carry it for me. Normally, I would have been elated he was jealous and staking his claim. But now it irritated me. He was only canceling his plans with his brother because he had obviously overheard Simon. He was disappointed Jason intruded. Jason and I used to be together every second, and Simon was taking the opportunity he’d seen. Jason ruined his chance, and he glared at him. Jason stared back as if he were nothing. Then Jason grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. I should teach him a lesson, and refuse to go with him, but I didn’t want to stir him up.

“Sorry, Simon. I’ll talk with you later. I guess I still have plans with Jason.

“Bye, Simon,” Jason said dismissively. I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, okay,” Simon replied to Jason. “See you later, Melanie,” he added, walking away.

“You didn’t have to cancel your plans.”

“It’s your day off, and I want to spend time with you,” he cooed, with his emerald eyes burning into mine. Ugh, why did I bother being upset with him? I couldn’t stay mad at him for more than five seconds which was pretty pathetic. But it was no use; my mind became foggy when I was around him.

“Let’s go,” I said, throwing in the towel.

*  *  *

Before third period the next day I spotted Jason and Harmony talking in front of the stairs. They were whispering, and I couldn’t hear what they were saying. They seemed oblivious to the people walking pass them.

“Hi, guys,” I announced. Harmony’s eyes grew wide, like she had gotten caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Jason played it off.

“I’ll walk you to class,” he said nonchalantly.

“Hi, Mel,” Harmony said. “Talk with you later, Jason” she added, walking off.

In fifth we had a substitute teacher, and we were talking among ourselves while he got situated. Jason and I were talking, but his mind was somewhere else.

“Why don’t we get our nails done after school? Scarlet red would look great on you,” I said, being funny.

“Uh, sure. That sounds good.”

Yeah, I was right. He wasn’t paying any attention to what I was really saying. My hopes plummeted. I thought we were back on track. Yesterday evening he took me out to eat. Then he tortured me until I pleaded for him to stop. Only he didn’t. He loved to make me beg. He had kissed me like I was his life line. And when I wanted him to hold me tighter, he did. Remembering our fervent escapade last night made the muscles down there clench, and my cheeks flushed. At the same time my heart ached. These emotions mixed together were conflicting. The Jason last night was the one who adored Melanie. The Jason today was distant Jason. He scared me because he smiled, and pretended everything was all right, but that was far from the truth.

“Hey, you okay,” he whispered; now back from wherever he’d been.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied. “I hate something is bothering you though.”

He grabbed my hand, and squeezed it. Then he rubbed his thumb gently across the top of my hand. “You’re so sweet. Stop worrying.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

The sub began class, so I couldn’t argue. I wanted to tell him I knew something was troubling him, but he didn’t want to share. I wish he would tell me what was going on because I was really worried.

Distant Jason was now the going trend. We went about our daily routine, but his mind was in another zone when we were together. Jason and his siblings were always whispering in the halls. Something was definitely going on. It was like they were preparing for a secret mission.

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

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

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Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Unnatural Selection Blog Tour

Unnatural Selection
By- Victoria Escobar
Genre- YA Sci-Fi
Publication Date- November 4th

I had no name. My assignment was M001/A5. Marpesia Project Test One, Fifth Embryo. I wasn’t considered human. I was a thing to be owned.

I just wanted freedom. I wanted out of the lab and away from being the guinea pig for hundreds of scientists. I wanted to see the world with my eyes not through a computer monitor.

Instead I took two bullets, fell from twenty stories and ran to save my life. From who and what I had no idea and that wasn’t important at the time. Life was important.

I had my freedom but no idea what to do with it. There’s no way to out run the past, and I had to face it. There were too many strings loose and too many people that would be more than happy to lock me in a cage again.

Life was an evolution of natural selection but thanks to human intervention I was Unnatural. I would be deciding who to allow living, and who needed to die.



The entrance was actually a large, oval-ish roundabout that I imagine gave a path to the lost to turn around without entering the school property. A wide–what looked like cast iron–gate blocked the road leading in. Next to the gate a little guard house stood in the same stone as the wall.
A boy–I would say no more than eighteen–stepped out in black cargo shorts and a black button down shirt. There was a tie tucked into the brick colored vest that covered his shirt. When I stopped the car and got a closer look, the school mascot was embroidered on his left breast and he wore a CP embroidered brick band around his right bicep. His blond hair was tousled and on the verge of being considered strawberry blond. His eyes were a gentle and friendly hazel green. I could like him, I decided, and because he felt unthreatening some of my tension eased.
“Campus is closed for the summer,” he began.
“I’ve been invited by Dean Donahue,” I told him before he could go into his obviously prepared speech.
He flashed a beautiful smile. “You must be Charlotte then. Welcome to Saint Rita’s. Give me a second to get the gate open. Go up the road to the next round about, take the second exit, and keep going. You’ll come to a four way stop, just go straight through. The playing fields will be to your right and theadmission building will appear right in front of you, park anywhere in the lot in front.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem.” He went back into the guardhouse and the gate swung silently open.
I waved to him as I pulled off and he waved cheerily back. The gate swung silently shut behind me and I had to take a deep breath. I reached a point of no return.
For the fun of it, and even though the posted speed limit was twenty-five, I did forty down the lane and took the roundabout without slowing down. It was so much fun I pulled a tight U-turn and did it again.
Laughing like a lunatic, I made a final rapid pass around the circle before taking the road as instructed. A pair of motorcycles came up fast behind me, and sensing a game I probably shouldn’t play, I stepped on the gas. I could see the administration building in the distance, far enough away that the cycles could catch up to me.
They did, of course, and were in nearly the same clothes as the gatekeeper except they wore long pants instead of shorts. They parted around me and the one on the driver side tapped the window. When I glanced at him, he gestured for me to slow down.
I did a little, but only enough that the one on the passenger side swooped in front of me and slowed down further. If I hadn’t been cooped up most of my life I might have ceded to his ridiculously slow speed. Instead I picked up pace enough to bump his back tire. He swerved, and since we were still around thirty miles an hour, he went into the ditch. I picked up pace and zoomed off leaving his partner to stop beside him.

Monday, January 5, 2015

Science Fiction Romance Book Tour & Giveaway - Remote by Lisa Acerbo

Virtual Book Tour Dates: 12/29/14 – 1/26/15
Genres: Science Fiction, Romance

When technology fulfills every dream, reality becomes a nightmare.
Below the streets of New State, the undergrounders fight to remain free of the technological control of the world above. Every night, Yara risks her life fighting New State’s deadliest weapons, the drones. Half human and half machine, their living half tortured until everything human is gone, the drones have only one objective. Kill. And they do it with exacting precision.
Yara is good at her job and committed to her raids on New State. Until one of those raids brings her face-to-face with Joshua, a New State citizen who doesn’t quite fit her preconceived expectations. After a couple of awkward encounters, he shows her the meaning of hooking up—a computer simulation that allows people to live out their fantasies—without the complication of emotional entanglements or physical reality. But what Yara feels for Joshua is very real. And it’s punishable by law.
As she and Joshua grow closer, she convinces him to leave New State for her underground cause. But as the unrest between New State and the underground escalates, and the drones move in to destroy her world, nothing goes as planned. Families are arrested, loyalties are strained, and Yara’s forced to choose between her people and her feelings. The wrong choice could mean the end of her people, and reality could slip away—forever…
“Hi,” he called out.
Yara’s heart hammered, and adrenaline coursed through her limbs. She turned to run.
“Wait,” the stranger whispered. “I won’t turn you in. I’m out here too.” He obviously didn’t realize that Yara was a rebel. He might not know it yet, but he would soon. Still, he didn’t sound dangerous. Maybe Yara could take care of him. She had never had to kill anyone totally human, but she had trained to do so. At this point, she didn’t think she would need to. The skinny boy didn’t look like a real threat, either.
She turned back toward him and attempted what she hoped was a look of death and destruction.
Instead of being scared, he smiled at her and brushed the hair out of his eyes. Even in the shadowy street, Yara could see the color was a beautiful emerald green. She had a hard time looking away, until his voice jarred her back to reality.
“I’m Joshua15111,” he said robotically. “What are you doing out here?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“Enjoying the night sky,” he replied, each word clipped and succinct. Unable to make prolonged eye contact, he looked toward the stars.
“Aren’t you supposed to be hooked up to an alternate universe, enjoying battle, boobs, or whatever perverted fantasy you want to conquer tonight?” Yara asked, and then instantly regretted her words.
“Hey, it’s not like that. You know how it is.” For the first time, his voice took on a more humanistic quality. He sounded peeved.
She grunted in response. She didn’t know anything of the sort.
Joshua15111 looked at her briefly, quizzically. “Wait, do you know that? Are you one of them? The rebels?”
Oh no. “What rebels?”
“Are you for real? Everyone knows about the rebels. You must be one. Are you a rebel? That’s so cool.”
Me and my big mouth. Fear finally overtook her. Vague ideas about running away from or fighting the stranger flitted by, but Yara’s feet felt like concrete blocks. She wasn’t even sure she’d be able to form a coherent sentence if he asked her something about the underground.
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Lisa Acerbo is a high school teacher and holds an EdD in Educational Leadership. She lives in Connecticut with her husband, daughters, three cats, and horse. She is the author of Apocalipstick and has contributed to local newspapers, news and travel blogs including The Patch and Hollywood Scriptwriter.
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Monday, December 29, 2014

Gillian Andrews - Ammonite Planets - Virtual Book Tour

Young Adult Sci-Fi
Date Published: July 28, 2014

This omnibus edition exclusive to the Kindle bookstore brings you the first three books of the award-winning Ammonite Galaxy series - a thousand pages in one volume!

"Awesome book! I'd give this 6 stars for writing if I could. I stayed up till 5 am last night because I was that enthralled." Rose - Podiobooks reviewer (about Valhai)

Meet Six and Diva for the first time in this special omnibus edition of the first three books in this series, starting with Valhai, which is a Readers Favorite award-winning book and a Parsec Awards finalist.

"It continues to astound me that this author has come up with something so completely original and interesting." Cynikat, Podiobooks reviewer. 


The Sellite escorted her out of the cabin. They were standing at a sort of terminus, in the middle of a lake of black liquid. It stretched out in all directions, and Diva saw that the terminus was build out into the lake, for the shore was a relatively long way away in any direction.
She was led up a “jetty” which was suspended over the black liquid by big rexelene tanks. Set into the jetty at intervals were other, smaller boardwalks each of which terminated in a metallic ring sitting right on the surface of the liquid. The Sellite went over to a control panel and pulled a switch to start some sort of life-support mechanism. Then he ushered her down the fifth boardwalk to the left, indicated the ring, and said, “Jump!”
Jump?” She shook her head. “Into that? I don’t think so.”
For as far as she could see there was only a murky liquid, which closer up appeared to be more a type of gel. Almost solid. It would have been an ocean if only it hadn’t been so thick. And he was telling her to sink into this stuff! He had to have been lying to her about keeping them all alive. This was some sort of macabre experiment. “I … I won’t!”
Jump!” The earlier order was repeated, the man again indicating the loop of metal which lay on the surface of the substance. “Take a deep breath and jump!”
Will not.” Diva sat down as firmly as she could on the jetty and grabbed one of the slats it was made of with all her might. “Will. Not.”
But he plucked her up off the jetty with no very great effort and suspended her over the loop of metal.
Take a deep breath!” And when she didn’t, couldn’t, he gave her a little shake. “Do it, I tell you. Nothing bad is going to happen to you!”
She refused, kicking out with her legs and sobbing. “I won’t let you!”
It made no difference. He simply waited, holding the kicking and squirming girl coolly until she was forced to take in a gulp of air. Then, with one slick movement he dropped her into the asphyxiating goo.
She sank through it like a stone. To try and keep her panic at bay, she began to count the time as she fell. She had been able to hold her breath for fifty seconds at home, but here … she probably wouldn’t survive more than thirty. Already her lungs felt full to bursting.
She reached thirty-two and began to scream silently inside her head. She wouldn’t last much longer. Her body was desperate for air, her heart beating a frantic tom-tom of flutters. I can’t hold my breath any more, she thought sadly. Damn! I should have done better. Dizziness entered her head and left her light with acceptance. I mustn’t breathe, mustn’t breathe, mustn’t breathe, mus—
A sudden acceleration told her that she had exited the gel. She fell freely for a second and then hit a soft, rather rubbery floor that gave with her weight and then settled gently back into place. She lay panting, taking in air in huge rasping gasps. Her heart took its time in deciding it was still alive, finally settling down into some semblance of normality. All it cared about was if the air was breathable. It must be so, because her heart was calming down slowly.
Diva stared at her surroundings. She was in a room, enveloped in the dark substance. It looked a different colour now, more translucent. It was, just as the Sellite had said, a bubble. She felt behind her with her hands, pressing into the wall. It ceded slightly, and then seemed to press back. There were several tubes visible on one side, and a smaller bubble in an alcove off the main one. She made her way over to the doorway, which she noticed was not regular. Instead it was just like the joins of linked soap bubbles, an irregular and slightly curved quadrilateral. She peered inside. There was a bed, made of the same material. What had he called it? Orthogel? And there were toilet facilities to the right. The bigger bubble must have been about ten metres in diameter, the smaller one about five.
Air, she was relieved to see, was being pumped in through one of the tubes, and out through another. But there was no way out. The ceiling that she had fallen through had closed behind her, and now presented a perfectly smooth aspect. In any case, gravity would ensure that she couldn’t get out the way she came in.

Gillian Andrews

I am English, although I live in Spain now. I've worked at all sorts of things, but have been writing too, on and off, since I was little. I have always been passionate about cosmology and astrophysics, so it was exciting to be able to bring that aspect into the series.  I recently finished a masters in astronomy and astrophysics.
Valhai is the book I always wanted to write, but I got so involved with the characters myself that I simply had to go on writing about them, which turned a one-off novel into a series. I hope readers will identify with them and enjoy them too. I myself have been practically living in The Ammonite Galaxy for the last five years. It has become so real to me that I can almost touch it!
The books out so far in the series are:
Book One: Valhai
Book Two: Kwaide
Book Three: Xiantha
Book Four: Pictoria
Book Five: The Lost Animas
Book Six: The Namura Stone (published September2014)
Book Seven:  The Trimorphs (to be published 2015)
Ammonite Planets is the omnibus edition of Books #1-3 and is exclusive to the Kindle store, and Ammonite Stars is the omnibus edition of Books #4-5, also exclusive to the Kindle store.


Sunday, December 28, 2014

The Warring Dead Blog Tour & Interview With David Monette - Urban Fantasy, Scifi, Horror, & Dystopian

About the Author:
David Monette was born and raised in the cold rural hinterlands of upstate New York. As a typical kid in a typical community, life for him was pretty… typical. He liked to draw creatures and contraptions but as the second born of four sons, such ability was merely a convenient way of standing out from the crowd. As he inexpertly stumbled through high school, his talent for capturing the images in his head onto paper was noticed and encouraged by both teachers and family members.
Without any other idea of what to do with himself after graduation, besides a vague idea of doing something art oriented, he decided to attend Mohawk Valley Community College where he received his associate’s degree in Advertising Design and Production. Acting on excellent advice from his teachers at this institution, he went on to Syracuse University where he learned a great deal about art and eventually wound up with a bachelor’s degree in Illustration.
With a disturbingly large amount of student debt and a decent portfolio, he learned what it was to be a starving artist. Namely, he found that artists don’t starve; they simply pick up an endless series of part time work to pay the rent while continuing to plug away at their true passion. This was essentially what he did until he received his first illustration job and from that point on, he didn’t look back. As an illustrator, his highly detailed fantasy and science fiction work has appeared in many books, magazines, board games, and collectible card games for such varied publishers as Dell Publishing, Wizards of the Coast, and Atlas Games. Initially, he had completed these diverse projects utilizing oil and acrylic paints as well as pen and inks.
As digital technology continued to improve, however, he decided it was time to tackle the arduous task of mastering the computer and eventually figured out a way to adapt his style to a digital format. With this knowledge and experience, he went back to school and received his master’s degree in Illustration from the University of Hartford. While there, his instructors reviewed his written work and had strongly suggested that he combine his writing ability with his talent as an illustrator to chart his own path.
And at the end of this arc, an author was born.

My Interview With David Monette:

Hi, David. Thanks for interviewing at Science Fiction Books and Authors.
No problem. Thanks for having me.

To start off with, could you please tell us about your book? For example, how would you describe “The Warring Dead” to a friend or potential reader?
Okay. If I were to describe “The Warring Dead” to a potential reader, I’d tell them that it’s the second book in the “In the Time of the Dead Trilogy,” and that it follows the trials of the survivors from the first book, “The Zombie Axiom,” as they learn more about the cause of zombie apocalypse they find themselves in, and of the mysterious nature of one of their own.

Writing in this genre can be extremely tough. How do you come up with your plots? Do you incorporate anything real-life into your writing?

How do I come up with my plots? There’s no real “one” way. For this series, I had a general dissatisfaction with the current model of a virulent pathogen or radioactive substance causing the dead to come back to life, so I began thinking of alternatives, which led me to this story. For the next book I plan on writing, it was reading an article in Scientific American. I think that ideas can come from anywhere; you just have to let your imagination run rampant.

Oh, yes. Real-life elements make up most of my books so far because they take place in a modern, earth society. This leads to a ton of research on things I never really thought about. Like, for instance, how does a coffee percolator work? What are the steps involved in correcting a jammed .50 caliber Browning machine gun, or firing an Abrams tank? I gotta research that stuff in order not to sound like an idiot describing their use.

Have you always enjoyed science fiction and dystopian type works?

Yeah, pretty much. I’ve been a science fiction and fantasy illustrator for years. My love for these genres stretches back to when I was a little kid, drawing spaceships and monsters.

What are your favorite science fiction books? Movies?

Oh boy. I’ve always loved books like “Dune” and “Starship Troopers.” But then there are books like Tad Williams’ “Otherland” series. Love that. As far as movies, I’ve like anything from “Star Wars” and “2001: A Space Odyssey” to (some of) the “Alien” and “Matrix” movies.

How long did it take you to write “The Warring Dead?” Did you run into any stumbling blocks along the way?

It took me a little over a year to write “The Warring Dead.” The only real stumbling block I encountered was trying to mention what occurred in the first book, “The Zombie Axiom,” without boring the people who have already read it and yet supply enough information to a reader who is picking up “The Warring Dead” cold, without the benefit of knowing what happened in the first book.

Can you tell us about the book you're currently working on, if any?

Right now, I’m busy writing the third and final book for the “In the Time of the Dead Trilogy.” I’m a little more than halfway done. While I’m doing that, I’m researching for the next book I’ll be writing. That book will be pretty different than what I’m working on now. No zombies. That’ll be strange.

In your opinion, could a zombie apocalypse, or something similar, ever happen?

In general, I think an apocalyptic event could very well happen. The question is: what would be the cause? The most probable cause on the list of possible causes would be an apocalypse caused by nuclear weapons. The reason for this is that we have a long history of not being perfect, and the existence of nuclear weapons means that in order for them to not explode, we need to be perfect. That means no accidents, ever. It also means no mentally disturbed people in positions of power with access to such devices. Are we, as a species, capable of ensuring that these things don’t happen? I guess we’ll see.

After that, the causes for an apocalypse become far less likely. There are things like asteroid strikes, artificial intelligence becoming self-aware and destroying us, alien invasions, disease, etc… I place zombie apocalypse way down at the bottom of that list. I do this because it seems pretty physiologically impossible for some sort of virulent pathogen or weird radiation from outer space to cause dead people to reanimate and start walking around, killing other people. Could a supernatural force cause people to become the undead? Sure. How likely is that to happen? Not very. But it does make for a pretty interesting story…

Do you personally attend any author events, where fans could possibly get an autograph? If so, how can fans see your upcoming events?

I have done a few, local events and went to a convention in Rhode Island last year. But traveling around to other places takes a lot of time away from writing and is pretty cost prohibitive, so I don’t do it much. If folks want to catch me at one of these events, they can hit my Facebook author page to see what’s up.

How do you research a plot, when the plot deals with the undead?

Well, having been immersed in science fiction and fantasy my whole life, I had a pretty good idea where I was coming from with the origin story for the zombies in my books. So that wasn’t much of a problem.

Can you give our readers a short, exclusive, teaser of The Warring Dead?

Sure. Here’s a bit from the beginning of the book:

The engine roared as the vehicle was started, so loud amid so much quiet, and lightless, it turned around and drove away.

Terrance watched it go. It was a cool night, but beneath his layers he was sweating. They were alone now. Absolutely alone.

He was kneeling at the corner of the house facing the road with Cesar down the wall at the other corner, facing the woods. In front of Terrance and to the left, Sergeant Miller knelt by the corner of an enclosed porch.

They didn’t move.

In his ear, as if he was standing right next to him, Terrance heard the sergeant’s voice. He said, “We’ve got movement down the road to the west. Hold your positions.”

Terrance’s heartbeat, racing before, surged madly now. He could feel the blood pounding in his head…

“There’re four… strike that, I’ve got five,” the big man continued. “Mama’s Boy, sound off when you have a visual.”

“Roger that,” Terrance whispered tightly.

The minutes ticked away. There was a groan from somewhere down the road, the scuff of a foot on a hard surface.

“I see four,” Terrance hissed. In front of his eyes the thermogram showed the beasts as gray humanoid shapes lurching along a river of ebony asphalt, traveling in the direction of the now vanished automobile.

“Fifth is in the ditch, a little behind.”

“Got it.”

“I’m taking lead, you’re on safety.”


There were soft punches of air, sharp metal pings in concert with a series of yellow-orange flashes that signaled Sergeant Miller was firing his sound suppressed sub-machine gun into the motley collection of figures on the roadway.

The first one never had a chance to know it was under fire.

The rest did.

They may not have known exactly what was happening, but they could tell something was going on, for even with the flash suppression of the weapon’s sound muffler, there was still a burst of light from the muzzle each time a round was fired. For the zombies, this was enough to act on, and they moved toward the pulsing flares as fast as they could. And in the heavy darkness, they promptly fell headlong into the ditch.

As they clambered out Miller and Terrance shot them.

It was over in a matter of seconds and the night was just the night again.

The men held their positions for a little longer until Sergeant Miller ordered Terrance forward to check out the ditch and mop-up.

Stalking forth across the open field, gun raised, Terrance gained the lip of the trench and peered in. None of the things stirred. With his goggles in place, they appeared less real to him, just a monochrome of gray human-like shapes thrown in a gutter. Without his goggles, Terrance knew what it would have looked like. He kept them on.

Isn't that a teaser that makes an impact? I've already added this book to my TBR list, as I have a feeling it's a great one. Read on for more about The Warring Dead, and leave a comment below for the author. If you have Kindle Unlimited, you can get this series for free.

Virtual Book Tour Dates: 12/2/14 – 12/30/14
Genres: Horror, Urban Fantasy, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Dystopian
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The zombie holocaust has come, and there is no place that is truly safe.
Four intrepid survivors, Sasha, Terrance, Virgil, and the little girl, Max, have escaped their island stronghold, only to find themselves in the arms of what is left of the worlds military forces just when a showdown is imminent between the armies of undead and the combined might of the human race.
From the mountains of Northern New York, to the shores of the Potomac, the battle is joined. Trapped in its net, the island survivors must learn more of their enemies, their allies… and the strange nature of one of their own.

The breeze whistled softly through the broken window. In a lonesome, uncaring way, it played along the edges of papers and leaves that its more violent cousins had swept into corners or under the rows of school desks that filled the classroom. Rambunctious in its innocence, it tousled through the room’s scattered hopes and the dreams they had ensnared, and went off down the gray hallway and into other vacant rooms as though racing the footsteps of morning’s light.
At the entrance to the building, the zephyr gathered strength, drove itself, defiant and free, through the unclosed double doors, and out, out, out, over a schoolyard choked with weeds, with grass no mower would ever touch, with rusting swing-sets, with unused toys… and with the undead.
For they were there.
Shambling about in their thoughtless way, their eyes vacant pools containing a mystery no sane person could ever plumb, these human shells moved through the debris of their former lives like sleepwalkers that would never wake. They were all ages, all sexes, and of all different body sizes. The smallest, a petite redheaded girl of around two years of age, staggered aimlessly along with the rest, her chin hanging slack and useless over the torn stem of her neck. Beneath this, covering the cold flesh of her torso, were the rags of a bloodstained summer dress that roughly one year ago, before the rising of the dead, had been new.
Had she been living, she would have been a cute kid. So went Virgil’s thoughts as he, along with two other people, lay studying the undead from the shade of a wood line, one hundred yards distant, where the land rose slightly to form a natural observation platform. The heavily muscled man and his compatriots wore military helmets and were dressed in loose, green, camouflage clothing worn over a tighter fitting layer of leather that encased their bodies from neck to foot. The camouflage was needed to help shield them from sight, and the leather was needed to help shield them from the infectious bites of the undead, bites that would, in a matter of minutes, turn any living person into one of the aforementioned undead.
Virgil kept the little girl in the telescopic sights of his MP5SD sub-machine gun. From there, she looked different… better. She was a target. Not someone’s little girl. Not a precious little thing that someone had held, rocked, sung to, and played with, whose hair smelled like peaches and whose smile could turn the day bright and new. None of that. Through the hard, round tube she was a thing. Or at least it made it easier to see her that way. It helped him to do what he had to do.
He flicked the safety off.
His finger squeezed the trigger… gently, gently.
For some reason, she stopped, and turned her back to him. The breeze caught her shining hair and lifted it slightly, her back and arms were smooth and white like marble in the sun.
Breathe evenly.
Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t…
Pause the next breath…
With a suppressed hissing punch, the 9mm hollow point round burst from the barrel of the weapon and struck the girl’s skull a quarter of a second later. There was an explosion of blood and brain matter, skull and hair, and without another sound, she returned to the earth where she belonged. 
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Thursday, December 25, 2014

Sci-fi Spotlight & Giveaway: Sonar The Crashing (Sonar #1) by B. Truly

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

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

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

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

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