Friday, July 28, 2017

Book Feature: The Power of Alchemy by Genevieve Crownson




Title: THE POWER OF ALCHEMY
Author: Genevieve Crownson
Publisher: Dreamspire Publishing
Pages: 366
Genre: Scifi / Time Travel / YA


WHAT IF YOUR GIFT BECAME YOUR CURSE?

Emma Diamond is still reeling from the shocking revelation she’s been given an extraordinary ability meant to save humanity, when everything she knows and loves begins to unravel. 

Caught in a vicious snare of secrets and lies, Emma’s only hope is to find a mysterious ring believed to hold a centuries old power so formidable it could destroy a person with a single touch. 

When an unseen assailant targets Emma, it sets in motion a change of events so terrible the world is thrown into a tsunami of destruction. Can Emma repair the damage without irrevocably altering earth and changing the past forever? 

The Power of Alchemy is the second book in the Argos Dynasty trilogy, a young adult paranormal fantasy. If you like Cassandra Clare’s The Mortal Instrument series, then you’ll love this fast-paced, captivating blockbuster that leaves you wanting more. 

Buy The Power of Alchemy to continue this epic series today!

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Tristan Keenan, Folly Beach, December 2009

I slammed my head against the wall as the same bloody symbol flashed through my mind again and again. I was immersed in a bone-chilling nightmare; tortured in the same way I had been when I was led to paint the portrait of Emma. There was no way Margaret and her cronies could be behind this. It was too dark, too sinister. It surged and burned, its dangerous currents of evil pulsing through me in a strange, hallucinogenic dance.

I was a loose cannon, unable to complete the simplest of tasks. The food I cooked was disgusting, not to mention I kept messing up the menu items at work. I was on the verge of being fired. To make things worse, my cat Zen fled every time I came near him.

I had periods of wild delusions, times when I became so destructive I wanted to kill Diamond, the woman I loved and adored.

There were hours on end I couldn’t account for. I was frantic; terrified I had actually done something terrible to Emma. My mind would race, desperately trying to recall the lost time.

Fear gnawed at me relentlessly.

I was afraid of myself.






Genevieve Crownson graduated from the College of Charleston with a Bachelors of Science degree. A love of writing led her to pen her debut novel, The Soul of the Sun, book one in her highly anticipated trilogy, The Argos Dynasty. She currently lives in beautiful Charleston, SC with her family and beloved four legged friends. Go to www.genevievecrownson.com to learn how to get FREE books, behind the scenes sneak peaks, special offers and other fun goodies!

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Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Book Feature: Hope by Rima Jbara







Publication Date: May 22, 2017
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Formats: Ebook, Paperback
Pages: 164
Genre: Poetry
Tour Dates: July 24th-August 4th

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Hope is about a woman who lives in a drowned world and is going through a silent ruin, and finds comfort in believing that her own self exists as another being, and confides her inner most secrets to her. It all started with a dream, advancing to a nightmare that then became a reality. Hope plays a lonely game in silence until her dreams turn to dust. She lives her life through an illusion that ends with capturing her own light, making that moment an unforgettable day. This novel reveals in detail how a woman suffers from depression, and how it rules and guides her life through her journey in finding solace.

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Rima Jbara was born on 20th August 1979, in Damas, and spent most of her childhood writing short stories and eventually novels. At the age of 14, she published her first novel and by the time she turned 15, she gave readers her first bestseller. Rima’s zest for writing continued as she released Road To Hell, The Mystique of Asmahan and Shams. It took Rima three years to write Hope, which was called “a masterpiece” by many critics and readers. Through her writing, Rima has fought tradition and reality, and has always chosen daring topics to shock conventional people.




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Monday, July 24, 2017

Book Feature: Mary Lives A story of Anorexia Nervosa & Bipolar Disorder by Mary Brooks








Publication Date: March 5, 2014
Publisher: XlibrisAU
Formats: Ebook
Pages: 396
Genre: Mental Health
Tour Dates: July 24th-August 4th

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In this chaotic, desperate storm the brain tries hard to gather its fragmented parts, and anchor down the guy lines. To weather out this hopelessness, this turmoil and this pain, -prevent disintegration until the calm returns and clear skies come again.In this chaotic, desperate storm the brain tries hard to gather its fragmented parts, and anchor down the guy lines. To weather out this hopelessness, this turmoil and this pain, -prevent disintegration until the calm returns and clear skies come again.

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Mary is a General Practitioner, a Family Doctor, and became anorexic and depressed at age 12. She writes of the chaos and pain of her life, through her abnormal adolescence and adult years, to the equilibrium of the current day. It is an enlightening and inspiring story of Anorexia Nervosa and Bipolar Affective Disorder or Manic Depression.




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Thursday, July 20, 2017

Interview with Bob Smith and Sara Rhodes, authors of Iniquities of Gulch Fork








In the worn and tired town of Gulch Fork, Arkansas, certified nursing assistant Samantha Caminos heads to her patient Rob Dean's home and wonders how she can find common ground with the aloof, disabled Vietnam veteran who suffers from not only PTSD but also severe neuropathy caused by Agent Orange. As Samantha approaches the house, she has no idea that very soon their lives will take a new turn. Gulch Fork, a town once filled with Ozark tranquility, takes on an aura of evil when bizarre events begin to affect Rob and two other war-scarred veterans, Peter Ness and Ron Woods-Samantha's father. But when Samantha learns that two elderly couples without living relatives in the area have fallen prey to fraud and embezzlement by a man who claims to be a pastor, she sets out on a quest to piece together a complex mystery fueled by those hell-bent on taking advantage of citizens too fragile to defend themselves. In this compelling novel based on true events, three veterans seeking peace and serenity from PTSD fall victim to injustice, prompting a young health care worker to investigate the evil that has infiltrated their once peaceful Arkansas town.

How has your upbringing influenced your writing? 

Bob- Since I was 10 I worded seven days a week at a corner drug store in a small Oklahoma town. This kept me busy. I had to write 5000 times “An idle mind is the devils workshop”, when my sixth grade teacher caught me rolling bb’s across the floor each time her back was turned away from the students. In addition, my mother was a school teacher and constantly corrected me each time I made a mistake in the use of the English language. 
Sara- I don’t think my upbringing really had much to do with my writing style. 

When and why did you begin writing? 

Bob- I started writing when I was in the second grade. Why? Because I like the creative sensation that writing seemed to nourish. 
Sara- I started writing when we started this book, because Bob asked me to help him. 

What do you consider the hardest thing about writing? 

Bob- Making a sentence or paragraph sound interesting. 
Sara- Staying focused. 

Do you intend to make writing a career? 

Bob- My career ends with this book, my final endeavor. 
Sara- Heck no! 

Do you have a specific writing style? 

Bob- I like much variation from one paragraph to the next. I particularly dislike dialogue with merely “he said, she said,” but rather prefer many different methods to indicate who is saying what. 
Sara- I don’t think so.



Bob Smith is a naval officer who had Agent Orange spilled on him in Vietnam and suffers from severe PTSD in addition to disabling neuropathy. After living in Spain, he returned to America and settled in the Ozarks, where he is happily pursuing his dream of writing. Sara Rhodes is a wife, mother, and certified nursing assistant who originally lived in Alaska before moving to the Ozarks with her family. Bob is her former patient whose teachings about PTSD helped her recognize her own father's battle with it. Both Bob and Sara find animals to be a great source of comfort.



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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Interview with 'The Call House' C.P. Stiles @carostiles


C.P. Stiles lives and writes in Washington, DC. The Call House: A Washington Novel is her first published novel, but she has a drawerful of new novels just waiting to be published.  

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How did you come up with the idea for your book?


About 15 years ago, a friend gave me a book called Washington Confidential. It wasn’t a great book, but there was an item in it about the best-known, high-priced call house on the East Coast operating out of an apartment building in a residential neighborhood. I used to pass that building on my way to work. I wanted to know more about it.


Can you tell us what your book is about?


The book is about that call house – the young women who work there, the men who visit. It’s also about what was going on in Washington, DC, right before World War II, when
the police and the FBI declared a war on vice.


Fiction Authors: Can you tell us a little about the main characters of your book?


There’s Mattie Simon, a young woman from Smyrna, Tennessee, who comes to Washington looking for adventure. Andrew Stevens is a freshman congressman, from Muskegon, Michigan, who’s trying to do what’s best for the country. And there’s Daniel Granger, who had to drop out of college and join the police force, even though it doesn’t really suit him.


If you could tell your younger writing self anything, what would that be?


I once read an article that talked about the difference between being serious about your work and taking yourself too seriously. I would tell my younger self, don’t take it all so seriously. Just keep on going.


Do you hear from your readers?  What do they say?


So far, I’ve only heard from readers I know. What they say is that they enjoyed the book. What I like best is when they tell me they couldn’t put it down. My favorite comment was one reader said it was a “page flipper or whatever you call it when you’re reading an eBook.”


What is the toughest criticism given to you as an author?


The very first time I wrote a novel, I had great hopes for it. I sent it to an agent and it came back almost the next day. I gave it to another agent who was also a friend and he told me it wasn’t good enough to be published. My husband and I went out and had a proper wake for the book so I could put it aside and start the next one.


How many unpublished and half-finished books do you have?


That’s a great question. I’m afraid to count. Every time I go back in that stack of papers I have near my desk, I’m always surprised to find some story I didn’t remember starting. Right now, I’m trying to get back to two books that I started. I have two others that I finished, sent out, and put away.


Do you have anything specific that you would like to say to your readers?


In the beginning of my book, I have a note to readers – if it’s all right with you, I’ll just repeat it here.
Dear Readers:
This story is based on actual events that took place in Washington, DC, during the early 1940s. All the names have been changed; most of the incidents have been invented; all of the conversations have been imagined.
It is not my intention to glamorize or romanticize prostitution—the women who ran this particular call house did try to protect the other women who worked there.
Please understand the portrayals of the DC police and the FBI are meant in fun. Both are more competent and less sinister. Most of the time.


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Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Interview with Ed Lin, author of This is a Bust







Set in New York’s Chinatown in 1976, this sharp and gritty novel is a mystery set against the backdrop of a city in turmoil
Robert Chow is a Vietnam vet and an alcoholic. He’s also the only Chinese American cop on the Chinatown beat, and the only police officer who can speak Cantonese. But he’s basically treated like a token, trotted out for ribbon cuttings and community events.
So he shouldn’t be surprised when his superiors are indifferent to his suspicions that an old Chinese woman’s death may have actually been a murder. But he sure is angry. With little more than his own demons to fuel him, Chow must take matters into his own hands.
Rich with the details of its time and place, this homage to noir will appeal to fans of S.J. Rozan and Michael Connelly.





January 20, 1976. The Hong Kong-biased newspaper ran an editorial about how the Chinese who had just come over were lucky to get jobs washing dishes and waiting tables in Chinatown. Their protest was making all Chinese people look bad. If the waiters didn’t like their wages, they should go ask the communists for jobs and see what happens.

Here in America, democracy was going to turn 200 years old in July. But the Chinese waiters who wanted to organize a union were going directly against the principles of freedom that George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, and Abraham Lincoln had fought for.

Those waiters were also disrespecting the previous generations of Chinese who had come over and worked so hard for so little. If it weren’t for our elders, the editorial said, today we would be lumped in with the lazy blacks and Spanish people on welfare.

I folded the newspaper, sank lower in my chair, and crossed my arms. I banged my heels against the floor.

“Just a minute, you’re next! Don’t be so impatient!” grunted Law, one of the barbers. A cigarette wiggled in his mouth as he snipped away on a somber-looking Chinese guy’s head. When he had one hand free, he took his cigarette and crushed it in the ashtray built into the arm cushion of his customer’s chair.

He reached into the skyline of bottles against the mirror for some baby powder. Law sprinkled it onto his hand and worked it into the back of the somber guy’s neck while pulling the sheet off from inside his collar. Clumps of black hair scampered to the floor as he shook off the sheet.

The customer paid. Law pulled his drawer out as far as it would go and tucked the bills into the back. Then he came over to me.

Law had been cutting my hair since I was old enough to want it cut. He was in his early 60s and had a head topped with neatly sculpted snow. His face was still soft and supple, but he had a big mole on the lower side of his left cheek.

You couldn’t help but stare at it when he had his back turned because it stood out in profile, wiggling in sync with his cigarette.

He looked at the newspaper on my lap.

“We should give all those pro-union waiters guns and send them to Vietnam!” Law grunted. “They’ll be begging to come back and bus tables.”

“They wouldn’t be able to take the humidity,” I said.

“That’s right, they’re not tough like you! You were a brave soldier! OK, come over here. I’m ready for you now,” Law said, wiping off the seat. I saw hair stuck in the foam under the ripped vinyl cover, but I sat down anyway. Hair could only make the seat softer.

“I don’t mean to bring it up, but you know it’s a real shame what happened. The Americans shouldn’t have bothered to send in soldiers, they should have just dropped the big one on them. You know, the A-bomb.”

“Then China would have dropped an A-bomb on the United States,” I said.

“Just let them! Commie weapons probably don’t even work!” Law shouted into my right ear as he tied a sheet around my neck.

“They work good enough,” I said.

When Chou En Lai had died two weeks before, the Greater China Association had celebrated with a ton of firecrackers in the street in front of its Mulberry Street offices and handed out candy to the obligatory crowd. The association had also displayed a barrel of fireworks they were going to set off when Mao kicked, which was going to be soon, they promised. Apparently, the old boy was senile and bedridden. 

“Short on the sides, short on top,” I said.

“That’s how you have to have it, right? Short all around, right?” Law asked.

“That’s the only way it’s ever been cut.”

If you didn’t tell Law how you wanted your hair, even if you were a regular, he’d give you a Beefsteak Charlie’s haircut, with a part right down the center combed out with a Chinese version of VO5. I was going to see my mother in a few days, and I didn’t want to look that bad.

“Scissors only, right? You don’t like the electric clipper, right?”

“That’s right,” I said. When I hear buzzing by my ears, I want to swat everything within reach. Law’s old scissors creaked through my hair. Sometimes I had to stick my jaw out and blow clippings out of my eyes. The barbershop’s two huge plate glass windows cut into each other at an acute angle in the same shape as the street. Out one window was the sunny half of Doyers Street. The other was in the shade. How many times had I heard that this street was the site of tong battles at the turn of the century? How many times had I heard tour guides say that the barbershop was built on the “Bloody Angle”?

The barbershop windows were probably the original ones, old enough so they were thicker at the bottom than at the top. They distorted images of people from the outside, shrinking heads and bloating asses. In the winters, steam from the hot shampoo sink covered the top halves of the windows like lacy curtains in an abandoned house.

In back of me, a bulky overhead hair dryer whined like a dentist’s drill on top of a frowning woman with thick glasses getting a perm.

The barbers had to shout to hear each other. The news station on the radio was nearly drowned out. The only time you could hear it was when they played the xylophone between segments or made the dripping-sink sounds.

If you knew how to listen for it, you could sometimes hear the little bell tied to the broken arm of the pneumatic pump on the door. The bell hung from a frayed loop of red plastic tie from a bakery box. When the bell went off, one or two barbers would yell out in recognition of an old head.

The bell went off, and Law yelled right by my ear.

“Hey!” he yelled. Two delayed “Hey”s went off to my left and right. The chilly January air swept through the barbershop. A thin man in a worn wool coat heaved the door closed behind him and twisted off his felt hat. His hands were brown, gnarled, and incredibly tiny, like walnut shells. He fingered the brim of his hat and shifted uneasily from foot to foot, but made no motion to take off his coat or drop into one of the four empty folding chairs by the shadow side of Doyers. He swept his white hair back, revealing a forehead that looked like a mango gone bad.

“My wife just died,” he said. If his lungs hadn’t been beat up and dusty like old vacuum-cleaner bags, it would have been a shout. “My wife died,” he said again, as if he had to hear it to believe it. The hairdryer shut down. “Oh,” said Law. “I’m sorry.” He went on with my hair. No one else said anything. Someone coughed. Law gave a half-grin grimace and kept his head down, the typical stance for a Chinese man stuck in an awkward situation. The radio babbled on.

The barbers just wanted to cut hair and have some light conversation about old classmates and blackjack. Why come here to announce that your wife had died? The guy might as well have gone to the Off Track Betting joint on Bowery around the corner. No one was giving him any sympathy here.

Death was bad luck. Talking about death was bad luck. Listening to someone talk about death was bad luck. Who in Chinatown needed more bad luck?

“What should I do?” the thin man asked. He wasn’t crying, but his legs were shaking. I could see his pant cuffs sweep the laces of his polished wing tips. “What should I do?” he asked again. The xylophone on the radio went off.

I stood up and swept the clippings out of my hair. The bangs were longer on one side of my head. I slipped the sheet off from around my neck and coiled it onto the warmth of the now-vacant seat. Law opened a drawer, dropped in his scissors, and shut it with his knee. He leaned against his desk and fumbled for a cigarette in his shirt pocket.

I blew off the hair from my shield and brushed my legs off. I pushed my hat onto my head.

“Let’s go,” I told the thin man.

What are you most proud of accomplishing so far in your life? 

I'm most proud of making my toddler laugh. I think it's important to have a core of humor to get through hard times that life can present at times. 

How has your upbringing influenced your writing? 

I grew up in a coastal area of Jersey and as a second-generation Asian American, I know a lot of from where cultures intersect. The town was a bit of a playground for losers from New York City to come down and pollute our shores. As a result, I'm really great at creating Asian, dirtbag and Asian dirtbag characters. 

When and why did you begin writing? 

I began writing in elementary school. I had a few second-grade poems published in the school's lit journal that my wife likes to recite from time to time. It felt natural to write, to tell a story in that way.  

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated? 

Maybe in a past life, because as soon as I knew how to write, I wanted to write. Stories just come to me, lodge in my head and could grow into horns if I don't write them down. 

When did you first know you could be a writer? 

I never had any doubt. Even if I weren't being published, I'd be writing. 

What inspires you to write and why?

I am incredibly motivated to write. Just the prospect that I won't be able to someday is enough to push me along. 

What genre are you most comfortable writing? 

I enjoy the mystery genre, particularly with a touch of humor. I've also written some YA stuff that I wish had been around when I was a kid. At some point, I want to write a horror book. 

What inspired you to write your first book? 

My childhood in that town in Jersey. My family operated a motel that in the fall, winter and spring housed poor people and families that had lost their homes. In the summer, our rates went up and all these maniacs came in from the city and partied all weekend. I was the guy who cleaned up all the beer bottles (many smashed), bottle caps, cans and other garbage left strewn across our rather extensive parking lot. 

Who or what influenced your writing once you began? 

I'm pretty much a guy who marches to his own drummer, sometimes off the beat on purpose. That said, in my early days, I really liked Dashiell Hammett, Charles Willeford, Norbert Davis, Lois-Ann Yamanaka, Herbert Simmons, Chester Himes and Paul Cain. 

What do you consider the most challenging about writing a novel, or about writing in general? 

It's all challenging. Making the time and actually doing it is the hardest part, if you're not motivated. People tell me they really want to write but don't have the time. To me, that's like hearing, "Hey I'm holding this ice-cream cone with a scoop of pistachio and a scoop of chocolate fudge, and it's covered in a butterscotch syrup, and I really want to eat it, but I just don't have the time. Eat the goddamned ice cream! Now! 

Did writing this book teach you anything and what was it? 

Writing This Is a Bust wasn't terribly instructive, but in terms of trying to get it published, I learned invaluable lessons about the industry and that a writer cannot expect someone else to set what one will find creatively satisfying. That is always up to you. 

Do you intend to make writing a career? 

I intend to do it my whole life. I took one career test in school. Based on my personality, it said that I should be minister or a college professor. Nothing else was close. Writing is a bit of a mix of both those professions, isn't it? 

Have you developed a specific writing style? 

If I have, I can't see it myself. You can't ask someone who works in a cool-ranch flavoring plant what cool ranch tastes like. Her senses will be too hardened to tell. 

What is your greatest strength as a writer? 

I think keeping at it, the writing. I don't get writer's block. People who hate my books think I should see a specialist for that condition. 

What is your favorite quality about yourself? 

I'm stubborn but I'm also open to change if it leads to something better and/or interesting. 

What is your least favorite quality about yourself? 

That I get tired and have to sleep X hours a night. What a waste! 

What is your favorite quote, by whom, and why? 

I have no idea who said this (and Google isn't helping out) but, "To move is to risk death. To be still is to be dead already."






Ed Lin, a native New Yorker of Taiwanese and Chinese descent, is the first author to win three Asian American Literary Awards and is an all-around standup kinda guy. His books include Waylaid, and a trilogy set in New York’s Chinatown in the 70s: This Is a Bust, Snakes Can’t Run and One Red Bastard. Ghost Month, published by Soho Crime in July 2014, is a Taipei-based mystery, and Incensed, published October 2016, continues that series. Lin lives in Brooklyn with his wife, actress Cindy Cheung, and son.


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Monday, July 17, 2017

Book Feature: Seeds of Malice by Dale Mayer







Charged with murder. Betrayed by her lover. Shunned by her friends. 

After being acquitted of the murder, botanist Fern Geller runs from her past to learn everything she can about poisonous plants. She ends up doing a six month contract at the Garden of Death before finding the answer she's seeking... 

When she returns to the same conservatory where she'd worked before, the new boss is missing and several other men are dead. Once again, all eyes turn her way. 

FBI agent, London Behring hadn't expected Fern to look like she does now. Ethereal. Gorgeous. Gentle. Why and how had she been a murder suspect? Even more intriguing, how had she been acquitted of all charges? And more mysteriously, she'd come back to the scene of the crime... at the perfect time to fall under suspicion - again. 

What magic did she possess to walk away from such crimes? And how can he stay free of her charms... a lure he's finding impossible to resist.










Dale Mayer is a USA Today bestselling author best known for her Psychic Visions and Family Blood Ties series. Her contemporary romances are raw and full of passion and emotion (Second Chances, SKIN), her thrillers will keep you guessing (By Death series), and her romantic comedies will keep you giggling (It's a Dog's Life and Charmin Marvin Romantic Comedy series). 

 She honors the stories that come to her - and some of them are crazy and break all the rules and cross multiple genres! 

To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields with books available on resume writing, companion gardening and the US mortgage system. She has recently published her Career Essentials Series. All her books are available in print and ebook format. 

To find out more about Dale and her books, visit her at http://www.dalemayer.com. Or connect with her online with Twitter at www.twitter.com/dalemayer and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/dalemayer.author. If you like Dale Mayer's books and are interested in joining her street team, sign up here - https://www.facebook.com/groups/402384989872660/  




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