Saturday, 26 December 2015

Alternate's Playlist


Empire by Shakira


Don't put dirt in my grave just yet by Hayden Panetierre








Never tear us apart by INXS
 

I see Fire by Ed Sheeran
 

Pompeii by Bastille
 

White Flag by Dido
 

Feel by Robbie Williams
 

If you can't live without me, why aren't you dead yet? by Mayday Parade

















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Tuesday, 15 December 2015

12 Days of Interred

12 Days of Interred, David's short story









David Gainsborough: a Short Story
about an Interred Survivor
“Where is he?”
The booming voice echoes
through the house, and I don’t have to look back to know Mary’s dad, Tobias, is
in hot pursuit of me. I rush out the bathroom window as Mary closes the door
behind me and swears.
The fall will probably
break a few of my bones, but I’m not worried about that. I’m more worried about
my mother’s heart being broken. The Gainsboroughs haven’t had an Interred in
their family in two centuries, as my father reminds me quite often. The Bakers,
my mother’s family, haven’t ever had an Interred in their long history, as my
aunt Sophie tells me over and over again.
Half a second later, I
decide that climbing to the floor would be best. Mary’s dad can’t openly use
his abilities on me. As the thought leaves me, I reach for the bricks and then
slowly make my way up, almost falling in the process as Mary’s mother Estelle screams.
“I’ll get you, you
little barmpot!” Tobias shouts as I reach the roof and carefully move from
their house to the next door neighbor and then the next, nearly missing my
footing as I try to get there. “You daft Apath! I’ll get you before tonight.
You’ll only bring shame to your family. If I catch you once more with my
daughter…”
Tobias’ voice vanishes
from the air as I reach the last house and climb down.
“Where are you going,
David?” Miss Heaton asks the moment she notices I’ve come down from her roof.
“Evening, Miss Heaton,”
I reply with a slight smirk as I lean against the side of the wall.
“Getting into trouble…”
She smiles before opening the back door of the kitchen. “Come on, I’ve got the
kettle boiling.”
I follow without
another word. As she’s the second in command of the English Council, it’s hard
to deny her anything.
“Sit,” she orders.
I pull out the chair
that she pointed to and then sit down obediently, though I itch to explore her
library again.
“I take it you’re going
to be in one piece tonight?” she asks as I look from the hallway to her.
Nodding slowly, I
notice her lips purse as she pours the boiled water in the teapot. “I will be,
Madam,” I tell her, hoping that she’ll tell me what worries her.
“Nothing worries me, my
dear.” She smiles taking me aback as I clear my throat and thoughts. Once she
settles the cups and the biscuits on the table, she turns to get the milk and
the sugar, which she never takes, but knows I like. “Here we go,” she announces
before pouring the tea into my cup once she settles the other things on the
table.
“Are you worried about
tonight?” I ask.
She shakes her head.
“Of course not. I’m sure that my lads will do as fine as those Southerners.”
She grins with a mischievous look. “Just don’t go fighting with them. We don’t
want them to cry during their Interment.” She laughs softly and I nod, wishing
my parents were this relaxed. “Your parents are fine. It’s just so exciting.”
“Well, it’s my life.
I’m the one who ‘as to go there and be buried,” I point out.
Her smile fades. She pulls
her rimmed glasses further down her nose so she can look at me over them. “Are
you worried?”
“What if nothing
‘appens?”
“David, your powers
will come through and you’ll find a way. I told you…”
“Yes, I know you
foresee me working with the leaders, the future leaders of the Council…all
those Southerners. I’ll ‘ave to speak like a pooftah,” I laugh.
“But you’ll be able to
meet the next Time Bender,” she says quietly as she stares at the dark tea in
her cup.
All humor escapes me. “What?”
She raises her eyes
from the cup and they’re no longer clear blue. Her eyes are dark like midnight
in the middle of nowhere. Stars shine bright in her gaze. I sit up straight and
brace myself.
“The Time Bender, a
young girl named Morgan. You must do everything in your power to help her when
she arrives, protect her during her Interment. Otherwise, she’ll die a most
horrible death.”
“How can I even…” I begin,
but her eyes are back to normal and she’s blinking away, confused, as it always
happens.
“Did I say something new?”
I nod, prompting her to stand up and get a small notebook and a pen. “Please
write it down. I need to remember these things. Maybe your mother has a spell
so I can remember,” she hints.
I smile as I write down
the name Morgan. “Maybe. You’ll have to ask her.” I finish the much too hot
tea, burning my tongue and palate before I stand up. “Anyway, I should go now.
I’m sure Mr. Henderson ‘as calmed down and gone ‘ome.” I smile as a loud knock
comes through the front door. We both look at the door and then she sighs.
“Just go. I’ll deal
with it,” she says, resigned.
I blow her a kiss and
rush out the back door.

That night, my mother
and father barely speak as we arrive at King’s Cross. Once out of the trains, I
have to pull my mother away from the people around us more than once. The
lights twinkle outside the station as people walk around, some chatting, others
ignoring each other. My mother’s dress and hat look slightly out of time among
the crowd who are all wearing more colorful clothes.
“We should get a cab,” my
father states, moving to do so and then sighing as I follow closely with my
mother. “We should ‘ave brought our car.”
I smile as my eyes move
away from him to look at the girls walking by. “It’ll be fine, Papa.”
“You’re in enough trouble
as it is, David,” my mother says sternly. I turn my smile to her. Her hard
exterior melts in a second, but just as it does, the severity returns to her
eyes. “Just remember to do your best tonight,” she says, fixing my baby blue
tie as my father calls us once he’s hailed down a cab.
This is our third time
in London. Most of it is as I remember, but the people have certainly changed.
The girls’ skirts have gotten shorter and their shirts show a lot more skin
than before. My mother shakes her head, disapproving of the fashion. My father
tells her it’s the Americans’ fault.
“They export their
radical culture,” he says.
The cab finally stops
outside the mansion that the Council has been using as its base in London. The dwelling,
an old Victorian brick house, extends majestically over the manicured lawns and
boasts a massive fountain in the front garden with a tiny girl holding her hand
high. From her finger, water rushes into the air and falls to the basin.
My father and mother
walk toward the garden, admiring the flowers and the plants as I look toward
the tent to the far right in an area which is flat and barren of any trees. It
seems that there are only trees in the back of the house.
“Son” my father calls.
I blink in response, unaware that I’d stopped walking. “Are you all right?” he
asks with a frown
I nod. Once they’re out
of sight, I take a deep breath and reach for the pocket inside my jacket, grabbing
the flask I swiped from my dad’s study. After taking a sip of the warm whiskey,
I hear a laugh behind me.
“Are you feeling
better?” Mae, who is a fellow Interred, asks, sashaying my way.  My eyes can’t stop following her, she looks
like a Kitsune. She’s feline like, and deadly with knives. At the thought I
touch my shoulder, where she almost cut through one of the tendons, whilst we
practiced attack techniques during last summer’s Council Engaged Week. The
lamest name of a camp, ever.
I put the flask inside
of my jacket and smirk. “Never better.”
“Good, because I hear
last month they lost three of the Interred.” Mae’s dark eyes settle on mine
with a sort of despondency and glee, which baffles me.
“I’m sure that they
wouldn’t be able to lose us,” I say, leaning against the tree.
She clicks her tongue.
“You never know, David.” She pushes her hair back and grins.
“Well, what if I
promise to dance with you before we go in the nice coffins?” I ask.
Her eyes sparkle and
she leans closer to me. “That would be great,” she says as she looks at me
under her eyelashes. “However, I know you made a date with little Mary
tonight.” She pulls away as I frown. “I’m not a second course, David. I’ve told
you.” She turns around and walks to the tent as I clear my throat.
“I told you, mate. Out
of your league,” Sam, my best friend says, standing beside me as we hear the
fanfare playing. “Come on, the oldies are waiting for us.” He turns to look at
me, running a hand through his ginger hair.
I roll my eyes. “Aren’t
you going to put that out?” I ask as I point to the cigarette between his
fingers.
He smirks. “What are
they going to do? Send me away?”
“No, but they can
actually seal your coffin and leave you there,” I tell him as we both walk to
the tent.
“They wouldn’t dare.
I’m the son of the Leader of the Council,” Sam says in that haughty tone that
makes most people hate him. I still wonder why we’re friends.

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Friday, 20 November 2015

Alternate by Marilyn Almondovar. Cover reveal.


Blurb:



When a portal leaves Baxter trapped and
powerless in an alternate world, she finds herself on the run and fighting for
her life. The world’s Council wants to hand her over to Declan, and her only
source of support is a broken Alternate Jack who blames her for all he’s lost.
Baxter soon realizes that if she’s going to defeat Declan and get back to her
world, she’ll have to reclaim her abilities and be stronger than she ever
imagined.

Declan and the Absorbers’ Initiative
wage war on everyone who opposes them in their hunt for Baxter. Their actions
reveal what her future will be like if she doesn’t make some drastic decisions.
She knows that one misstep on her part will lead to the destruction of not just
this world, but her own.

In a race against Time and bitter
enemies, Baxter will discover how much is at stake and just what she’ll have to
sacrifice to save those she loves. Can she learn from the fate of an alternate
world how to become the Time Bender she’s meant to be?















Interred, Book 1



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Fissure, Book 2


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Friday, 5 June 2015

Release Date: July 24, 2015
Cover Artist: Mae I Design

Synopsis

When the elders imprisoned Metis, they took every precaution to protect the Estilorian plane against her evil.

It wasn’t enough.

Now she’s escaped, and no one is safe. Fueled by hatred, she wastes no time imposing vengeance on those who captured her. She knows the surest way to destroy their lives is by taking what they love most, and she begins with a child named Eden.

Years later, Eden remembers none of her former life. She serves her “Master,” unaware of the family still searching for her. But as her eighteenth birthday approaches, memories begin to surface, and she questions her circumstances for the first time.

Eden’s confusion mounts when she’s joined by Connor, a handsome Elphresti male who reveals things that shatter her reality. They’ll end up on the run, knowing they can trust only each other. After all, Metis will stop at nothing to get them back, and she thrives on her ability to deceive.





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About the Author


Raine Thomas is the award-winning author of bestselling Young Adult and New Adult fiction. Known for character-driven stories that inspire the imagination, Raine recently signed with multiple award-winning producer Chase Chenowith of Back Fence Productions to bring her popular Daughters of Saraqael trilogy to the big screen. She's a proud indie author who is living the dream. When she isn't writing or glued to e-mail or social networking sites, Raine can usually be found vacationing with her husband and daughter on one of Florida's beautiful beaches or crossing the border to visit with her Canadian friends and relatives.


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Monday, 25 May 2015

Review; Mis Wrong and Mr Right by Robert Bryndza





Natalie Love has worked hard to have it all: she runs a successful theatre in Soho that’s about to host one of Hollywood’s leading stars. Her biggest supporter is her eccentric Hungarian Gran, and she even has the ‘perfect’ yoga teacher boyfriend – Namaste!

Life in the bright lights of London has always been Natalie’s escape from her chaotic country family in rural Devon and Jamie, the childhood sweetheart she left at the altar 15 years ago. And then he turns up at her theatre door…

With rivalry clouding old feelings, events in Soho bring Jamie and Natalie together in hilarious ways. Gran is loose in the city once more, it seems to be raining sandwiches and records are broken for Burlesque flash mobs. If she can keep her world together, will Natalie discover who is really Mr 
Right, and that perhaps she isn’t Miss Wrong?

From bestselling author Robert Bryndza comes this hilariously heartfelt comedy!

My thoughts
Rob never fails to make me laugh out load with his books and Miss Wrong and Mr Right is no exception. There is so many great moments in this book and I wish I could tell you them all but I wouldn't do it justice nor do I want to spoil it for the readers. 

I loved Natalie, she is just like any other 35 year old (not that I am speaking from experience, cough) but my favourite character was her Nan. She was amazingly funny without meaning to be. If I could choose to meet anyone from my favourite books it would be her. 
I also love how we get to know each character in the book. Everyone is an individual and we get to know a little about each character without taking anything away from the story.
 One of my favourite scenes involves a guy named Xander and some pigeons, he reminds me of me in this scene and I would have done exactly the same, but you will need to read it to find out. Trust me though it's hilarious. I still laugh now days after I finished reading it. Grab your copy now. 


Sunday, 10 May 2015

Raine Thomas, amazing book sale.


Synopsis

**Optioned for movie rights by multiple-award winning producer Chase Chenowith of Back Fence Productions.**

This complete set includes all three books in the award-winning Daughters of Saraqael trilogy (Becoming, Central and Foretold). Follow three half-human sisters through fantastic adventures, enchanting romances and an epic battle to save their race...not the human one.

BECOMING
Ancient gods, avenging angels and other beings of myth and legend all have one thing in common: they exist. They’re called Estilorians. Amber Hopkins is one of them…well, half of one, anyway. If only she knew it.

CENTRAL
Life on the Estilorian plane proves stimulating to scholar Olivia Murdoch. But then, she isn’t aware of the dark plans brewing with her at their center…

FORETOLD
Centuries after The Great Foretelling, Skye Tomaganuk dreams of a fairytale romance. But the evil Mercesti have their own plans, and the foretold battle to come stands in the way of her happily ever after. 





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About the Author


Raine Thomas is the award-winning author of bestselling Young Adult and New Adult fiction. Known for character-driven stories that inspire the imagination, Raine recently signed with multiple award-winning producer Chase Chenowith of Back Fence Productions to bring her popular Daughters of Saraqael trilogy to the big screen. She's a proud indie author who is living the dream. When she isn't writing or glued to e-mail or social networking sites, Raine can usually be found vacationing with her husband and daughter on one of Florida's beautiful beaches or crossing the border to visit with her Canadian friends and relatives.


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Thursday, 9 April 2015

Cover reveal for "Miss Wrong Mr Right" by Robert Bryndza




Natalie Love has worked hard to have it all: she runs a successful theatre in Soho that’s about to host one of Hollywood’s leading stars. Her biggest supporter is her eccentric Hungarian Gran, and she even has the ‘perfect’ yoga teacher boyfriend – Namaste!

Life in the bright lights of London has always been Natalie’s escape from her chaotic country family in rural Devon and Jamie, the childhood sweetheart she left at the altar 15 years ago. And then he turns up at her theatre door...
With rivalry clouding old feelings, events in Soho bring Jamie and Natalie together in hilarious ways. Gran is loose in the city once more, it seems to be raining sandwiches and records are broken for Burlesque flash mobs. If she can keep her world together, will Natalie discover who is really Mr 
Right, and that perhaps she isn’t Miss Wrong?

From bestselling author Robert Bryndza comes this hilariously heartfelt comedy!