I came across this book trailer as I was searching for something else at Youtube. Although I haven't read the book (yet), it intrigues me very much. At this time of year when we look forward to Resurrection Day, many of us are focused on the cross more than we might usually be.
In The Mystery of the Cross, Judith Couchman offers forty images of the cross for spiritual reflection. These artful readings will enrich your understanding of Christian tradition, draw you closer to Christ, and deepen your appreciation for the mystery of the cross. Available where books are sold.
The illustrations in the book trailer appear in the book.
Learn more about Judith Couchman's works at www.judithcouchman.com and www.judithcouchman.blogspot.com.
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Sunday, March 7, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
As Young as We Feel
This new book trailer caught my attention because of my current state of minds and affairs. You see, my high school class, Glen Este Class of 1970, just started working on our reunion. As we look for people from that other lifetime, memories continually well up and invade the present chapter of life. So, for me, Melody Carlson's most recent offering, As Young as We Feel, is quite appealing. I haven't read it yet, but I thought I'd pass along the book trailer anyway.
Friday, February 19, 2010
The Country House Courtship by Linore Rose Burkard
England, 1818: It has been five years since Ariana Forsythe married The Paragon, Mr. Phillip Mornay. Now, Ariana's sister, Miss Beatrice Forsythe, is seventeen and determined to marry advantageously as well. (Surely Ariana's society connexions all but guarantee Beatrice's success-especially if Mr. Mornay is created a baronet by the Prince Regent!
But the Mornay's have disappeared from high society as they raise a family at their country estate. Can Beatrice persuade them to chaperone her in London? And what about her business with the curate, Mr. O'Brien, whom Beatrice rashly promised to marry years earlier? She is too sophisticated now to settle for a mere clergyman-despite his agreeable countenance and gentle, understanding ways. When Mr. Tristan Barton becomes tenant of the Manor House, Beatrice's hopes seem to have found their object. But when Ariana falls gravely ill, secrets come to light, motives are revealed, and pretenses that are easy to keep up in the darkness begin to crumble. As hearts are bared and truths uncovered, a country house courtship like no other cannot be far behind!
Fans of Linore's first books, Before the Season Ends, and The House on Grosvenor Square, will be delighted with final addition to the Regency Inspirational Series, as will all readers of historical romance.
Author's website is http://www.linnorebukard.com/
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Sunday, December 6, 2009
Book Trailer for TCTMNSA
As a little teaser to whet your appetite, enjoy this short book trailer for The Cat That Made Nothing Something Again.
I'll be posting a review tomorrow and interview on Tuesday. For now, I want to say that this may be a children's book, but the message and the clever writing definitely will appeal to adults as well.
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Sunday, November 1, 2009
TALKING TO THE DEAD--Book Trailer
This month, CFRB presents Talking to the Dead by Bonnie Grove.
You can learn more about Bonnie Grove and her books at her website, http://www.bonniegrove.com/.
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Friday, October 30, 2009
LAST BREATH by Brandilynn and Amber Collins
It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!You never know when I might play a wild card on you!
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and the book:
Zondervan; 1 edition (October 1, 2009)
With his last breath a dying man whispered four stunning words into Shaley O’Connor’s ear.
Shaley is reeling after two murders on the Rayne concert tour. But she has no time to rest. If the dying man’s claim is right, the danger is far from over.
Shaley’s quest for the truth leads to the mysterious and wrenching past of her mother and father. Could what happened to them so many years ago threaten Shaley’s life now?
Seatbelt Suspense® for young adults
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Brandilyn and Amberly Collins are a mother/daughter team from northern California. Brandilyn is a bestselling novelist, known for her trademarked "Seatbelt Suspense". Amberly is a college student in southern California. She and her mom love attending concerts together.
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Product Details:
List Price: $9.99
Reading level: Young Adult
Paperback: 240 pages
Publisher: Zondervan; 1 edition (October 1, 2009)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0310715407
ISBN-13: 978-0310715405
AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:
Your father sent me.
The last words of a dying man, whispered in my ear.
Were they true? What did they mean?
Your father sent me. The stunning claim drilled through my head, louder than the crowd’s screams.
Guitars blasted the last chord of Rayne’s hit song, Ever Alone, as Mom’s voice echoed through the Pepsi Center in Denver. The heavy drum beat thumped in my chest. With a final smash of cymbals the rock song ended. Multicolored laser lights swept the stadium, signaling the thirty-minute intermission.
Wild shrieks from thousands of fans rang in my ears.
I rose from my chair backstage. Tiredly, I smiled at the famous Rayne O’Connor as she strode toward me on high red heels. In the lights her sequined top shimmered and her blonde hair shone. She walked with confidence and grace, the picture of a rock star—until she stepped from her fans’ sight. Then her posture slumped, weariness creasing her beautiful face. Mom’s intense blue eyes usually glimmered with the excitement of performing, but now I saw only the wash of grief and exhaustion. How she’d managed to perform tonight, I’d never know. Except that she’s strong. A real fighter.
Me? I had to keep fighting too, even if my legs still trembled and I’d probably have nightmares for weeks.
Your father sent me.
I had to find out what those words meant.
“You’re a very brave young lady,” a Denver detective had told me just a few hours ago. I didn’t feel brave then or now.
“You okay, Shaley?” Mom had to shout over the screams as she hugged me.
I nodded against her shoulder, hanging on tightly until she pulled back.
The crowd’s applause died down. A heavy hum of voices and footsteps filtered from the stadium as thousands of people headed for concessions and bathrooms during the break.
Kim, the band’s keyboard player and alto to my mom’s lead vocals, stopped to lay a darkly tanned hand on my head. A strand of her bleached white-blonde hair was stuck to the gloss on her pink lips. She brushed it away. “You’re an amazing sixteen-year-old.”
I shrugged, embarrassed. “Thanks.”
Mick and Wendell, Mom’s two remaining bodyguards, approached without a word. I gave a self-conscious smile to Wendell, and he nodded back, sadness flicking across his face. His deep-set eyes were clouded, and the long scar across his chin seemed harder, more shiny. At five-eleven, Wendell is short for a bodyguard but every bit as muscled. Tonight his two-inch black hair, usually gelled straight up, stuck out in various directions. He hadn’t bothered to fix it since the life and death chase he was involved in just a few hours ago. Seeing that messed-up hair sent a stab through me. Wendell was usually so finicky about it.
Mick, Mom’s main personal bodyguard, folded his huge arms and stood back, waiting. Mick is in his forties, ex-military and tall, with a thick neck and block-shaped head. I’ve rarely seen emotion on his face, but I saw glimpses of it now. He and Wendell had been good friends with Bruce, Mom’s third bodyguard.
Bruce had been killed hours ago. Shot.
And he’d been trying to guard me.
My vision blurred. I blinked hard and looked at the floor.
“Come on.” Mom nudged my arm. “We’re all meeting in my dressing room.”
Mick and Bruce flanked her as she walked away.
Usually we don’t have to be so careful backstage. It’s a heavily guarded area anyway. But tonight nothing was the same.
Kim and I followed Mom down a long hall to her dressing room. Morrey, Kim’s boyfriend and Rayne’s drummer, caught up with us. He put a tattoo-covered arm around Kim, her head only reaching his shoulders. Morrey looked at me and winked, but I saw no happiness in it.
Ross Blanke, the band’s tour production manager, hustled up alongside us, trailed by Stan, lead guitarist, and Rich, Rayne’s bass player. “Hey.” Ross put a pudgy hand on Mom’s shoulder. “You’re doing great.” He waved an arm, indicating everyone. “All of you, you’re just doing great.”
“You do what you have to,” Stan said grimly. His black face shone with sweat.
Narrowing single file, we trudged into the dressing room. Mick and Wendell took up places on each side of the door.
Marshall, the makeup and hair stylist, started handing out water bottles. In his thirties, Marshall has buggy eyes and curly dark hair. His fingers are long and narrow, deft with his makeup tools. But until two days ago, he’d been second to Mom’s main stylist, Tom.
“Thanks.” I took a bottle from Marshall and tried to smile. Didn’t work. Just looking at him sent pangs of grief through me, because his presence reminded me of Tom’s absence.
Tom, my closest friend on tour, had been murdered two days ago.
Mom, Ross, Rich and I sank down on the blue couch—one of the furniture pieces Mom requested in every dressing room. Denver’s version was extra large, with a high back and overstuffed arms. To our left stood a table with plenty of catered food, but no one was hungry. I’d hardly eaten in the last day and a half and knew I should have something. But no way, not now.
Maybe after the concert.
Stan, Morrey and Kim drew up chairs to form a haphazard circle.
“All right.” Ross sat with his short, fat legs apart, hands on his jeaned thighs. The huge diamond ring on his right hand was skewed to one side. He straightened it with his pinky finger. “I’ve checked outside past the guarded area. The zoo’s double what it usually is. The news has already hit and every reporter and his brother are waiting for us. Some paparazzi are already there, and others have probably hopped planes and will show up by the time we leave.”
Is Cat here? I shuddered at the thought of the slinky, effeminate photographer who’d bothered us so much in the last two days. He’d even pulled a fire alarm in our San Jose hotel the night before just to force us out of our rooms. Now by police order he wasn’t supposed to get within five hundred feet of us. I doubted he’d care.
My eyes burned, and my muscles felt like water. Little food, no sleep, and plenty of shock. Bad combination. I slumped down in the couch and laid my head back.
Ross ran a hand through his scraggly brown hair. “Now at intermission folks out there”—he jabbed a thumb toward the arena—“are gonna start hearing things. Rayne, you might want to say a little something when you get back on stage.”
Mom sighed, as if wondering where she’d find the energy to do the second half of the concert. “Yeah.”
I squeezed her knee. If only the two of us could hide from the world for a week or two.
Make that a whole year.
Rich frowned as he moved his shaved head from one side to the other, stretching his neck muscles. His piercing gray eyes landed on me, and his face softened. I looked away.
Everyone was so caring and concerned about me. I was grateful for that. Really, I was. But it’s a little hard to know you’ve been the cause of three deaths. Under all their smiles, did the band members blame me?
Ross scratched his hanging jowl. “We got extra coverage from Denver police at the hotel tonight. Tomorrow we’re supposed to head out for Albuquerque. It’s close enough for Vance to drive the main bus without a switch-off driver, and the next two venues are close enough as well. But that’s just logistics. We’ve all been through a lot. Question is—can you all keep performing?” He looked around, eyebrows raised.
“Man.” Morrey shook back his shoulder-length black hair. “If three deaths in two days isn’t enough to make us quit …” His full lips pressed.
I glanced hopefully at Mom. Yeah, let’s go home! I could sleep in my own bed, hide from the paparazzi and reporters, hang out with Brittany, my best friend—who was supposed to be here with me right now.
But canceling concerts would mean losing a lot of money. The Rayne tour was supposed to continue another four weeks.
Mom hunched forward, elbows on her knees and one hand to her cheek. Her long red fingernails matched the color of her lips. “I almost lost my daughter tonight.” Her voice was tight. “I don’t care if I never tour again—Shaley’s got to be protected, that’s the number one thing.”
I want you protected too, Mom.
“I agree with that a hundred percent,” Morrey said, “but at least the threat to Shaley is gone now that Jerry’s dead.
Jerry, one of our bus drivers—and a man I’d thought was my friend—killed Tom and Bruce, and then came after me earlier that night. A cop ended up shooting him.
Kim spread her hands. “I don’t know what to say. I’m still reeling. We’ve barely had time to talk about any of this tonight before getting on stage. I feel like my mind’s gonna explode. And Tom …”
She teared up, and that made me cry. Kim had been like a mother to Tom. Crazy, funny Tom. It was just so hard to believe he was gone.
I wiped my eyes and looked at my lap.
“Anyway.” Kim steadied her voice. “It’s so much to deal with. I don’t know how we’re going to keep up this pace for another month.”
Mom looked at Ross. “We can’t keep going very long with only Vance to drive the main bus.”
Ross nodded. “Until Thursday. I’d have to replace him by then.”
“With who?” Mom’s voice edged.
“I don’t know. I’ll have to jump on it.”
“You can’t just ‘jump on it.’ We need time to thoroughly check the new driver out.”
“Rayne.” Ross threw her a look. “I did check Jerry out. Completely. He had a false ID, remember? That’s what the police said. I couldn’t have known that.”
“You might have known if you’d checked harder.”
Ross’s face flushed. “I did—”
“No you didn’t! Or if you did it wasn’t good enough!” Mom pushed to her feet and paced a few steps. “Something’s mighty wrong if we can’t even find out a guy’s a convicted felon!”
What? I stiffened. “How do you know that?”
Mom waved a hand in the air. “The police told me just before we left the hotel.”
We’d huddled in the manager’s office after the policeman killed Jerry.
I stared at Mom. “When was he in jail?”
Mom threw a hard look at Ross. “He’d barely gotten out when we hired him.”
Heat flushed through my veins. I snapped my gaze toward the floor, Jerry’s last words ringing in my head.
Your father sent me.
How could my father have sent Jerry if he was in jail?
“Rayne,” Ross snapped, “I’ve told you I’m sorry a dozen times—”
“Sorry isn’t enough!” Mom whirled on him. “My daughter was taken hostage. She could have been killed!”
Rich jumped up and put his arms around her. “Come on, Rayne, it’s okay now.”
She leaned against him, eyes closed. The anger on her face melted into exhaustion. “It’s not okay.” Mom shook her head. “Tom’s dead, Bruce is dead. And Shaley—”
Her words broke off. Mom pulled away from Rich and hurried back to the couch. She sank down next to me, a hand on my knee. “Shaley, you’re the one who’s been through the most. What do you want to do?”
My throat nearly swelled shut. Go home! I wanted to yell. But I couldn’t. It wouldn’t be fair. This wasn’t my tour. I didn’t have to pay the bills.
I glanced around at all the band members. Morrey was holding Kim’s hand. Stan and Rich watched me, waiting. A canceled tour wouldn’t just affect them. Rayne had three back-up singers, one of them Carly, who’d been such a help to me. Plus all the techs and roadies. They’d all lose money.
Wait—maybe Mom would let me go home and stay with Brittany. Now that Tom’s and Bruce’s killer was dead …
“Shaley?” Mom tapped my leg.
“I don’t … I can’t stop the tour.”
Ross exhaled. “Rayne?”
Mom looked at the wall clock and pushed to her feet. “We can’t decide this now. It’s only fifteen minutes before we have to be back on stage. I still need to change.”
Stan stood. “I say we figure on doing Albuquerque, and then we can decide about the rest.”
“Yeah, me too.” Rich got up, along with everyone else. I could see the business-like attitude settle on all their faces, including Mom’s. Soon they had to perform again. Every other concern must be pushed aside. In the entertainment world the saying was true: the show must go on.
Within a minute everyone had left except Mom, Marshall and me. Mom threw herself into a chair by the bright mirrors so Marshall could adjust her makeup. When he left she changed into a steel blue top and skinny-legged black pants.
I sat numbly on the couch, four words running through my mind. Words, I sensed, that would change my life.
Your father sent me.
Mom didn’t know what Jerry had whispered to me as he died. I needed to tell her.
But how? Like me, she was running on empty. It would be one more shock, another scare. I wasn’t sure she could take anymore and still perform.
Had Jerry told me the truth? Had the father I’d never known—the man my mother refused to talk about—purposely sent a killer to join our tour?
I needed to know. I needed to find out. Because if it was true—the danger was far from over.
The last words of a dying man, whispered in my ear.
Were they true? What did they mean?
Your father sent me. The stunning claim drilled through my head, louder than the crowd’s screams.
Guitars blasted the last chord of Rayne’s hit song, Ever Alone, as Mom’s voice echoed through the Pepsi Center in Denver. The heavy drum beat thumped in my chest. With a final smash of cymbals the rock song ended. Multicolored laser lights swept the stadium, signaling the thirty-minute intermission.
Wild shrieks from thousands of fans rang in my ears.
I rose from my chair backstage. Tiredly, I smiled at the famous Rayne O’Connor as she strode toward me on high red heels. In the lights her sequined top shimmered and her blonde hair shone. She walked with confidence and grace, the picture of a rock star—until she stepped from her fans’ sight. Then her posture slumped, weariness creasing her beautiful face. Mom’s intense blue eyes usually glimmered with the excitement of performing, but now I saw only the wash of grief and exhaustion. How she’d managed to perform tonight, I’d never know. Except that she’s strong. A real fighter.
Me? I had to keep fighting too, even if my legs still trembled and I’d probably have nightmares for weeks.
Your father sent me.
I had to find out what those words meant.
“You’re a very brave young lady,” a Denver detective had told me just a few hours ago. I didn’t feel brave then or now.
“You okay, Shaley?” Mom had to shout over the screams as she hugged me.
I nodded against her shoulder, hanging on tightly until she pulled back.
The crowd’s applause died down. A heavy hum of voices and footsteps filtered from the stadium as thousands of people headed for concessions and bathrooms during the break.
Kim, the band’s keyboard player and alto to my mom’s lead vocals, stopped to lay a darkly tanned hand on my head. A strand of her bleached white-blonde hair was stuck to the gloss on her pink lips. She brushed it away. “You’re an amazing sixteen-year-old.”
I shrugged, embarrassed. “Thanks.”
Mick and Wendell, Mom’s two remaining bodyguards, approached without a word. I gave a self-conscious smile to Wendell, and he nodded back, sadness flicking across his face. His deep-set eyes were clouded, and the long scar across his chin seemed harder, more shiny. At five-eleven, Wendell is short for a bodyguard but every bit as muscled. Tonight his two-inch black hair, usually gelled straight up, stuck out in various directions. He hadn’t bothered to fix it since the life and death chase he was involved in just a few hours ago. Seeing that messed-up hair sent a stab through me. Wendell was usually so finicky about it.
Mick, Mom’s main personal bodyguard, folded his huge arms and stood back, waiting. Mick is in his forties, ex-military and tall, with a thick neck and block-shaped head. I’ve rarely seen emotion on his face, but I saw glimpses of it now. He and Wendell had been good friends with Bruce, Mom’s third bodyguard.
Bruce had been killed hours ago. Shot.
And he’d been trying to guard me.
My vision blurred. I blinked hard and looked at the floor.
“Come on.” Mom nudged my arm. “We’re all meeting in my dressing room.”
Mick and Bruce flanked her as she walked away.
Usually we don’t have to be so careful backstage. It’s a heavily guarded area anyway. But tonight nothing was the same.
Kim and I followed Mom down a long hall to her dressing room. Morrey, Kim’s boyfriend and Rayne’s drummer, caught up with us. He put a tattoo-covered arm around Kim, her head only reaching his shoulders. Morrey looked at me and winked, but I saw no happiness in it.
Ross Blanke, the band’s tour production manager, hustled up alongside us, trailed by Stan, lead guitarist, and Rich, Rayne’s bass player. “Hey.” Ross put a pudgy hand on Mom’s shoulder. “You’re doing great.” He waved an arm, indicating everyone. “All of you, you’re just doing great.”
“You do what you have to,” Stan said grimly. His black face shone with sweat.
Narrowing single file, we trudged into the dressing room. Mick and Wendell took up places on each side of the door.
Marshall, the makeup and hair stylist, started handing out water bottles. In his thirties, Marshall has buggy eyes and curly dark hair. His fingers are long and narrow, deft with his makeup tools. But until two days ago, he’d been second to Mom’s main stylist, Tom.
“Thanks.” I took a bottle from Marshall and tried to smile. Didn’t work. Just looking at him sent pangs of grief through me, because his presence reminded me of Tom’s absence.
Tom, my closest friend on tour, had been murdered two days ago.
Mom, Ross, Rich and I sank down on the blue couch—one of the furniture pieces Mom requested in every dressing room. Denver’s version was extra large, with a high back and overstuffed arms. To our left stood a table with plenty of catered food, but no one was hungry. I’d hardly eaten in the last day and a half and knew I should have something. But no way, not now.
Maybe after the concert.
Stan, Morrey and Kim drew up chairs to form a haphazard circle.
“All right.” Ross sat with his short, fat legs apart, hands on his jeaned thighs. The huge diamond ring on his right hand was skewed to one side. He straightened it with his pinky finger. “I’ve checked outside past the guarded area. The zoo’s double what it usually is. The news has already hit and every reporter and his brother are waiting for us. Some paparazzi are already there, and others have probably hopped planes and will show up by the time we leave.”
Is Cat here? I shuddered at the thought of the slinky, effeminate photographer who’d bothered us so much in the last two days. He’d even pulled a fire alarm in our San Jose hotel the night before just to force us out of our rooms. Now by police order he wasn’t supposed to get within five hundred feet of us. I doubted he’d care.
My eyes burned, and my muscles felt like water. Little food, no sleep, and plenty of shock. Bad combination. I slumped down in the couch and laid my head back.
Ross ran a hand through his scraggly brown hair. “Now at intermission folks out there”—he jabbed a thumb toward the arena—“are gonna start hearing things. Rayne, you might want to say a little something when you get back on stage.”
Mom sighed, as if wondering where she’d find the energy to do the second half of the concert. “Yeah.”
I squeezed her knee. If only the two of us could hide from the world for a week or two.
Make that a whole year.
Rich frowned as he moved his shaved head from one side to the other, stretching his neck muscles. His piercing gray eyes landed on me, and his face softened. I looked away.
Everyone was so caring and concerned about me. I was grateful for that. Really, I was. But it’s a little hard to know you’ve been the cause of three deaths. Under all their smiles, did the band members blame me?
Ross scratched his hanging jowl. “We got extra coverage from Denver police at the hotel tonight. Tomorrow we’re supposed to head out for Albuquerque. It’s close enough for Vance to drive the main bus without a switch-off driver, and the next two venues are close enough as well. But that’s just logistics. We’ve all been through a lot. Question is—can you all keep performing?” He looked around, eyebrows raised.
“Man.” Morrey shook back his shoulder-length black hair. “If three deaths in two days isn’t enough to make us quit …” His full lips pressed.
I glanced hopefully at Mom. Yeah, let’s go home! I could sleep in my own bed, hide from the paparazzi and reporters, hang out with Brittany, my best friend—who was supposed to be here with me right now.
But canceling concerts would mean losing a lot of money. The Rayne tour was supposed to continue another four weeks.
Mom hunched forward, elbows on her knees and one hand to her cheek. Her long red fingernails matched the color of her lips. “I almost lost my daughter tonight.” Her voice was tight. “I don’t care if I never tour again—Shaley’s got to be protected, that’s the number one thing.”
I want you protected too, Mom.
“I agree with that a hundred percent,” Morrey said, “but at least the threat to Shaley is gone now that Jerry’s dead.
Jerry, one of our bus drivers—and a man I’d thought was my friend—killed Tom and Bruce, and then came after me earlier that night. A cop ended up shooting him.
Kim spread her hands. “I don’t know what to say. I’m still reeling. We’ve barely had time to talk about any of this tonight before getting on stage. I feel like my mind’s gonna explode. And Tom …”
She teared up, and that made me cry. Kim had been like a mother to Tom. Crazy, funny Tom. It was just so hard to believe he was gone.
I wiped my eyes and looked at my lap.
“Anyway.” Kim steadied her voice. “It’s so much to deal with. I don’t know how we’re going to keep up this pace for another month.”
Mom looked at Ross. “We can’t keep going very long with only Vance to drive the main bus.”
Ross nodded. “Until Thursday. I’d have to replace him by then.”
“With who?” Mom’s voice edged.
“I don’t know. I’ll have to jump on it.”
“You can’t just ‘jump on it.’ We need time to thoroughly check the new driver out.”
“Rayne.” Ross threw her a look. “I did check Jerry out. Completely. He had a false ID, remember? That’s what the police said. I couldn’t have known that.”
“You might have known if you’d checked harder.”
Ross’s face flushed. “I did—”
“No you didn’t! Or if you did it wasn’t good enough!” Mom pushed to her feet and paced a few steps. “Something’s mighty wrong if we can’t even find out a guy’s a convicted felon!”
What? I stiffened. “How do you know that?”
Mom waved a hand in the air. “The police told me just before we left the hotel.”
We’d huddled in the manager’s office after the policeman killed Jerry.
I stared at Mom. “When was he in jail?”
Mom threw a hard look at Ross. “He’d barely gotten out when we hired him.”
Heat flushed through my veins. I snapped my gaze toward the floor, Jerry’s last words ringing in my head.
Your father sent me.
How could my father have sent Jerry if he was in jail?
“Rayne,” Ross snapped, “I’ve told you I’m sorry a dozen times—”
“Sorry isn’t enough!” Mom whirled on him. “My daughter was taken hostage. She could have been killed!”
Rich jumped up and put his arms around her. “Come on, Rayne, it’s okay now.”
She leaned against him, eyes closed. The anger on her face melted into exhaustion. “It’s not okay.” Mom shook her head. “Tom’s dead, Bruce is dead. And Shaley—”
Her words broke off. Mom pulled away from Rich and hurried back to the couch. She sank down next to me, a hand on my knee. “Shaley, you’re the one who’s been through the most. What do you want to do?”
My throat nearly swelled shut. Go home! I wanted to yell. But I couldn’t. It wouldn’t be fair. This wasn’t my tour. I didn’t have to pay the bills.
I glanced around at all the band members. Morrey was holding Kim’s hand. Stan and Rich watched me, waiting. A canceled tour wouldn’t just affect them. Rayne had three back-up singers, one of them Carly, who’d been such a help to me. Plus all the techs and roadies. They’d all lose money.
Wait—maybe Mom would let me go home and stay with Brittany. Now that Tom’s and Bruce’s killer was dead …
“Shaley?” Mom tapped my leg.
“I don’t … I can’t stop the tour.”
Ross exhaled. “Rayne?”
Mom looked at the wall clock and pushed to her feet. “We can’t decide this now. It’s only fifteen minutes before we have to be back on stage. I still need to change.”
Stan stood. “I say we figure on doing Albuquerque, and then we can decide about the rest.”
“Yeah, me too.” Rich got up, along with everyone else. I could see the business-like attitude settle on all their faces, including Mom’s. Soon they had to perform again. Every other concern must be pushed aside. In the entertainment world the saying was true: the show must go on.
Within a minute everyone had left except Mom, Marshall and me. Mom threw herself into a chair by the bright mirrors so Marshall could adjust her makeup. When he left she changed into a steel blue top and skinny-legged black pants.
I sat numbly on the couch, four words running through my mind. Words, I sensed, that would change my life.
Your father sent me.
Mom didn’t know what Jerry had whispered to me as he died. I needed to tell her.
But how? Like me, she was running on empty. It would be one more shock, another scare. I wasn’t sure she could take anymore and still perform.
Had Jerry told me the truth? Had the father I’d never known—the man my mother refused to talk about—purposely sent a killer to join our tour?
I needed to know. I needed to find out. Because if it was true—the danger was far from over.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Abracadabra for Wise Guys: Magic, Mensa and Mayhem
There's nothing like blowing a hole in space-time to change your perspective on the universe....
Welcome to the multi-verse of Faerie/Mundane, where the Faerie are fae, the Mundanes are...not, and the clichés get twisted until they shatter!
The Mundane world is very much like ours: technological, commercial, and diverse in governments and cultures. The Faerie is the world of magic and legend--but not quite how we think of it. Brownies are transdimensional beings who will clean your room--and finish your Sudoku puzzles (in a different numbering system.) Elves are long-lived and long-winded to a fault (takes half an hour in Elvish to ask where the bathroom is). Just as our world obeys the laws of physics, theirs obeys the laws of magic, which means some clichés can't be avoided.
The two "meet" when a combination nuclear accident at Los Lagos Nuclear Power Station, Colorado, on the Mundane side and a magical mishap near Peebles-on-Tweed, England, on the Faerie side, create a wormhole (dubbed by one of the scientists as "The Gap," and wasn't the clothing chain pleased!). Both worlds discovered that magic and technology do not mix well, and an enchanted artifact can be as dangerous to our world as an iron griddle is to the Faerie--and equally innocuous.
Also not always mixing well, are the cultures and governments of these universes. From economic espionage to Satan's Faerie forces trying to get a toehold in the Mundane, there's plenty of side issues to keep a dragon detective busy. Then, there are the minor irritations of American citizenship for non-humans; censorship across the Gap; and the simple misunderstandings that can sometimes erupt into Interdimensional Incidents.
Into this enters Vern: a Faerie dragon living out a geas to serve God and His creatures. He emigrated to the Mundane and circumstances caused him to remain and become a professional problem solver for the particularly desperate. Over the years, he has gained respect among the Mundanes--even does some consulting for the local police--but still doesn't have that Green Card. He's a little miffed about it still.
Sister Grace, a nun and mage of the Faerie Catholic Church, is his partner. A heavyweight among mages, she channels magic mostly through the power of her voice and has gotten them out of more than one tough scrape.
Together, they solve mysteries, fight crime--Mundane, magical, neutral or evil--and save the universes on an much-too-frequent basis.
All in all, it keeps Vern and Grace on their toes. But Vern does enjoy living in interesting times....
For laughs and more information on Karina Fabian, Vern and Dragon Eye, P. I., and Magic Mensa and Mayhem, check out these websites:
www.dragoneyepi.net
www.fabianspace.com
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Dragon Trail(er)
Karina Fabian, one of the authors of the stories in A Firestorm of Dragons, an anthology of stories about--dragons!--has put together a nice little video trailer to present a brief glimpse into the fantastic creatures abiding within the pages of this entertaining volume.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
Higher Honor on Tour NOW!!
First, my apologies to S. M. Kirkland (aka Susan or Suz to a few), author of Higher Honor because I don't have a review completed yet. I read her wonderful novel several times already, but due to many obstacles and interruptions, the review just isn't quite ready for blogging. I expect to have it up later today. For now, though, I want to whet your appetites with a cool trailer-sneak peak and a summary.
ABOUT THE BOOK:
When Cadet Cassidy Sanders is brutally assaulted, she struggles to carry on as she turns further from the God of her youth. Her attacker is an acquaintance who has his own struggles to face. God uses their mutual friends to show both cadets the depth of his grace and mercy.Higher Honor is set within the sub-culture of America’s military colleges. The novel focuses on the elements of honor, brotherhood, duty, and the spirit of the characters to face and overcome challenges that grow them into the military’s next generation of strong, capable leaders. The realism of Higher Honor’s setting and plot is a result of experience, observation, and much research.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
S.M. Kirkland brings firsthand experience to her fiction. While a student at North Georgia College and State University (the senior military college of Georgia) she enlisted in the Georgia Army National Guard. During a 10-year military career, she served as a photo- and broadcast journalist while serving in Italy and for the 1996 Summer Olympic Games in Atlanta.Kirkland currently works for the Calhoun Times as the government reporter and her feature stories have appeared in newspapers nationwide. Her first fiction publication was a short story “Fair Balance” included in the anthology Light at the Edge of Darkness (TWCP, 2007). This story received several rave reviews.
WHERE TO BUY HIGHER HONOR:
Release date is set for December 1, 2008, but you may pre-order from the following:
The publisher's page (FREE shipping, autographed)at The Writers' Café Press ,
Amazon, and Barnes and Noble
Susan's web page:
http://smkirkland.com/
OH!! And a most important detail:
Susam Kirkland has announced that she will be giving away 3 (yes, I said THREE) copies of Higher Honor to each of three of you who comment to the blogs. You'll learn much more by clicking on the buttons below to read what some of the other CFRB bloggers have to say.
Check out these other member blogs this week for more info.
ABOUT THE BOOK:
When Cadet Cassidy Sanders is brutally assaulted, she struggles to carry on as she turns further from the God of her youth. Her attacker is an acquaintance who has his own struggles to face. God uses their mutual friends to show both cadets the depth of his grace and mercy.Higher Honor is set within the sub-culture of America’s military colleges. The novel focuses on the elements of honor, brotherhood, duty, and the spirit of the characters to face and overcome challenges that grow them into the military’s next generation of strong, capable leaders. The realism of Higher Honor’s setting and plot is a result of experience, observation, and much research.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
S.M. Kirkland brings firsthand experience to her fiction. While a student at North Georgia College and State University (the senior military college of Georgia) she enlisted in the Georgia Army National Guard. During a 10-year military career, she served as a photo- and broadcast journalist while serving in Italy and for the 1996 Summer Olympic Games in Atlanta.Kirkland currently works for the Calhoun Times as the government reporter and her feature stories have appeared in newspapers nationwide. Her first fiction publication was a short story “Fair Balance” included in the anthology Light at the Edge of Darkness (TWCP, 2007). This story received several rave reviews.
WHERE TO BUY HIGHER HONOR:
Release date is set for December 1, 2008, but you may pre-order from the following:
The publisher's page (FREE shipping, autographed)at The Writers' Café Press ,
Amazon, and Barnes and Noble
Susan's web page:
http://smkirkland.com/
OH!! And a most important detail:
Susam Kirkland has announced that she will be giving away 3 (yes, I said THREE) copies of Higher Honor to each of three of you who comment to the blogs. You'll learn much more by clicking on the buttons below to read what some of the other CFRB bloggers have to say.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Book Trailer for Come To Me
For her book trailer, Laura Davis chose a most appropriate song and one I love so much, "Mary Did You Know."
Author's website: http://authorlauradavis.com
Check out these member blogs Sept. 7-13 for more info.
Author's website: http://authorlauradavis.com
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Thursday, July 24, 2008
Win a Wii or iPod! Just Solve a Little Puzzle
Unfortunately, I haven't finished my review for this great book yet, but NavPress and D. Barkley Briggs are giving away a Wii and other prizes in celebration for the release of The Book of Names. I wrote a little bit about it in a previous blog about summer reading suggestions, and I am also posting Mr. Brigg's book trailer here. This little video will tell you more about the contest and the author's website, http://hiddenlands.net. I encourage you to check it out.
CONTEST
BOOK TRAILER
CONTEST
BOOK TRAILER
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Take a GENTLE JOURNEY with CFRB
This week the Christian Fiction Review Blog is featuring an enchanting historical novel by Elaine Lyons Bach called Gentle Journey. I will be putting up my review tomorrow, as we are doing a tag team approach this month. Today you will find an interview at Bibliophile's Retreat. Some other reviews include Bloggingauthors and Readerviews.com. Please check them out.
One person who comments on any one of our blogs will get a copy of Gentle Journey from me. I'll be cruising all the blogs, collecting the names, and will choose a winner next Monday, June 9. I recommend it for summer reading.
For now, I leave you with Elaine's book trailer. I hope you enjoy it.
Elaine has a Shoutlife page, shoutlife.com/GentleJourney, and a page at Author's Den
Gentle Journey is available through the following:
Barnes and Noble
Amazon.com
Outskirtspress.com. This site also has an audio excerpt of the novel, with Elaine reading (very well, I might add), the above trailer, and a sample in writing.
One person who comments on any one of our blogs will get a copy of Gentle Journey from me. I'll be cruising all the blogs, collecting the names, and will choose a winner next Monday, June 9. I recommend it for summer reading.
For now, I leave you with Elaine's book trailer. I hope you enjoy it.
Elaine has a Shoutlife page, shoutlife.com/GentleJourney, and a page at Author's Den
Gentle Journey is available through the following:
Barnes and Noble
Amazon.com
Outskirtspress.com. This site also has an audio excerpt of the novel, with Elaine reading (very well, I might add), the above trailer, and a sample in writing.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
VIDEOS: ASULON and Pekiti-Tirsia
These are short videos, both of which I think are helpful for understanding Asulon: The Sword of Fire Book One by William McGrath. I will get into the spiritual and the characters later this week, but I was so intrigued by this Pekiti-Tirsia Pilipino marital arts connection that I wanted to include this video of a demo that Bill did with a grand master of the sport. First the book trailer:
The demo video is a bit grainy, but you'll get the idea. I read the novel before I saw this, and I was amazed because Bill had described the fight sccenes so well that I could easily imagine it exactly like he demonstrates here:
For an even further example of what to expect, Bill has audio and text samples from the book on his website. Three chapters, plus the first chapter of the second book, Eretzel. You can find these here.
I urge you to check out the sample if you are the least bit interested.
Other blogs on Bill McGrath's novel:
CFRB
Back to the Mountains
Bibliophile's Retreat
Virtual Tour de Net
Rebecca Wire
Bill's websites:
http://www.theswordoffire.com and
http://www.pekiti.com/
You can buy Asulon from Barnes and Noble,
Target,
Amazon,
Amazon.uk, or directly from the publisher (see address at the sword of fire website) If you buy it from the publisher, you may also get a package that includes a DVD about Pekiti-Tirsia.
The demo video is a bit grainy, but you'll get the idea. I read the novel before I saw this, and I was amazed because Bill had described the fight sccenes so well that I could easily imagine it exactly like he demonstrates here:
For an even further example of what to expect, Bill has audio and text samples from the book on his website. Three chapters, plus the first chapter of the second book, Eretzel. You can find these here.
I urge you to check out the sample if you are the least bit interested.
Other blogs on Bill McGrath's novel:
CFRB
Back to the Mountains
Bibliophile's Retreat
Virtual Tour de Net
Rebecca Wire
Bill's websites:
http://www.theswordoffire.com and
http://www.pekiti.com/
You can buy Asulon from Barnes and Noble,
Target,
Amazon,
Amazon.uk, or directly from the publisher (see address at the sword of fire website) If you buy it from the publisher, you may also get a package that includes a DVD about Pekiti-Tirsia.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
CFRB Touring Nor Iron Bars a Cage
Beginning February 3, through Febuary 19, the Christian Fiction Review Blog is proud to spotlight Nor Iron Bars a Cage by Caprice Hokstad. This is the second book in the Ascendancy Trilogy, a very worthy sequel to The Duke's Handmaid. During this week there will be daily articles published at the main CFRB site as well as numerous reviews, interviews, samples of the book, musings, etc. on blogsites of CFRB members. I will be posting several times myself this week, including a fresh review, an interview with Caprice Hokstad, and some of my thoughts concerning various aspects of the novel. To start out the week, though, here is a synopsis and links for more, including the CFRB link.Synopsis:
Two baby boys are lost in the hostile country of Ganluc--one the firstborn son of a prince and princess (third in line for the Royal Throne of Latoph) and the other an illegitimate half-breed born to an Itzi slavegirl and fathered by a licentious owner who was executed for treason. Yet Duke Vahn is determined to rescue both of these boys. Scores of knights and bounty hunters have risked their lives trying to retrieve them, yet none can even find a clue to their whereabouts. When all else fails, a bold plan is proposed to send Vahn's most trusted servant posing as a runaway slave in order to gather information. Reluctantly, Vahn sends a strange trio off to Ganluc--his brave captain, a middle-aged healer, and an Itzi slave. Little does he know what challenges await both the trio and his own house, now forced to survive without its key leaders.
The link to CFRB is: http://cfrblog.blogspot.com/
To the left of the page, you will see a scroll of the CFRB members. You should find additional reviews and such if you go to these links.
For a review I wrote in November 2007, click here.
FREE excerpt (first 3 chapters)
http://members.aol.com/cfvici/latoph/NIBAC.html
WHERE TO BUY
The most economical place to buy Nor Iron Bars a Cage:
http://www.lulu.com/caprice
Barnes and Noble:
http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&EAN=9780615163604&itm=2
Amazon link:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0615163602?ie=UTF8&tag=welctolato-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=0615163602
Books-A-Million:
http://www.booksamillion.com/ncom/books?id=4002649507244&isbn=0615163602
The official author/book website:
http://www.latoph.com/
Various profile sites:
http://www.shoutlife.com/capricehokstad
http://www.myspace.com/cfvici
http://caprice.renspace.com/
Monday, January 7, 2008
Trailer Time!
A kind of spooky sound track, but this is a cool trailer for Time Masters Book One: The Call
New posts up on the Time Masters Blog tour include another great insight at CFRB (cfrblog.blogspot.com), at Sojourner's Journey, and at Back to the Mountains
New posts up on the Time Masters Blog tour include another great insight at CFRB (cfrblog.blogspot.com), at Sojourner's Journey, and at Back to the Mountains
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Book Trailer for Faith Awakened
Grace Bridges made this book trailer with the help of her friend and roommate, Ruth Wierer, a classical pianist who wrote the song (Day's Breaking) that she is playing on the grand piano
Then there is a funny video to entice you to buy the book:
Then there is a funny video to entice you to buy the book:
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Have you heard the rumors about Frank Creed?
They're true!!! (Well, except for a few that Mavis and Calamity Kid have been spreading, but that's because they are taking all the credit.)
I've already spread my own review around around, but I thought I would take a few tiny excerpts, just a FEW, from the multitude of rave reviews that have multiplied like rabbits on the blogs lately. As you will see, I am far from the only one who loves Frank Creed's novel Flashpoint: Book One of the Underground. Oh, by the way, if you comment here, you'll still be included in the drawing for FLASHPOINT and 4 more Spec-fic books!
"Creed provides a thrilling tour through dingy city scenes with a snappy Film Noir dialogue style that permeates the book. The novel twists like a pretzel through multiple dead ends, blind leads, and unexpected turns to make for an enjoyable and satisfying whirl through Creed's dark Chicago of 2036.Creed succeeds in creating believable 2030s Street Slang, fantastic technology, arsenals of powerful weapons, and action-packed fight scenes. This isn't your dad's Christian fiction, this is too cool to be left on a bookshelf action mixed with a good dose of high tech weaponry." Adam Graham, http://blog.lostgenreguild.com/2007/09/flashpoint-of-new-genre.html
"Flashpoint is roughly a Christian answer to the Matrix, but most of the action (including sword fights and martial arts displays) occurs in the real world, courtesy of combined high tech and spiritual power, so there's a certain amount of Americanized wuxia going on, too. And it all happens in a not-too-distant future where the U.S. has surrendered its sovereignty to foreign powers in the name of security. Christians, meanwhile, have been branded as terrorists and driven underground." Stephen L. Rice, http://ansric.blogspot.com/2007/05/crouching-matrix-hidden-christians.html
"The science engine used (thus the CYBER aspect of cyberpunk) for FLASHPOINT rivals the likes of the Matrix movies for both its WOW factor and originality. We end up with a band of almost super-human heroes coupling their faith with technology (in a world where faith seems at war with technology) and becoming weapons for Godâ??s glory. Super human strength, speed, intuition, cognition, perception, etc. The stupefying arsenal of divine powers makes for an amazing ride. FLASHPOINT would make one heck of a movie! " Daniel I. Weaver, http://www.danieliweaver.com/blog
"People, the year 2036 is almost here. We have the chip implant technology, GPS satellites, and all these interesting groups that you'd expect; the World Health Organization (WHO), the World Council of Churches (WCC) and the World Trade Organization (WTO). Want to have some fun? Do a Google search on "World Organizations". We're closer to a "One State" government and its churchy counter part, "One Church" than you may wish to believe. People are manipulating DNA in search of the perfect human (Dr. Mengela would be so proud). Technology has taken us into the realm of nanotechnology, meaning the ability to build simple machines at or below the atomic level. In other words, you can't see them. Where will it all end? You have a Bible? The ending is written in there. It's amazing how the Apostle John could be so accurate, especially most of the things he talked about were hundreds of years from existing on any level.
Frank Creed isn't trying to tell us something we don't already know. He's trying to prepare us for a battle too many of us are willing to admit is already here. Way to go Frank." David Brollier, http://cmwforum.blogspot.com
"This "little book" is so chock-full of action that I had to give it far more time than would be usual for one this size. There are some scenes you have to read over again and again, just for that stunning visual effect in your mind. Ever heard of ground-breaking fiction? This is it. Hot stuff! I had to let it sink in for a few days before I could think about writing a review?" Grace Bridges, http://gracebridges.blogspot.com/2007/10/flashpoint-by-frank-creed.html
"If you're one of the many Christian science fiction fans who've despaired upon finding good science fiction with a distinctly Christian worldview, weep no more. Frank Creed has delivered a novel that will appeal to teenagers and adults alike and that will please even the most ardent technophile. Flashpoint is more than worth a read." Karen McSpadden, http://disturbingreviews.blogspot.com/2007/10/cfrb-blog-tour-flashpoint.html
And now for a lighter side. Publisher Cynthia MacKinnon, of The Writers' Cafe Press, put together this little 'gossip' piece for PR and laughs. Okay, cut her some slack; remember she's been around Frank a lot for a couple of years now!
I've already spread my own review around around, but I thought I would take a few tiny excerpts, just a FEW, from the multitude of rave reviews that have multiplied like rabbits on the blogs lately. As you will see, I am far from the only one who loves Frank Creed's novel Flashpoint: Book One of the Underground. Oh, by the way, if you comment here, you'll still be included in the drawing for FLASHPOINT and 4 more Spec-fic books!
"Creed provides a thrilling tour through dingy city scenes with a snappy Film Noir dialogue style that permeates the book. The novel twists like a pretzel through multiple dead ends, blind leads, and unexpected turns to make for an enjoyable and satisfying whirl through Creed's dark Chicago of 2036.Creed succeeds in creating believable 2030s Street Slang, fantastic technology, arsenals of powerful weapons, and action-packed fight scenes. This isn't your dad's Christian fiction, this is too cool to be left on a bookshelf action mixed with a good dose of high tech weaponry." Adam Graham, http://blog.lostgenreguild.com/2007/09/flashpoint-of-new-genre.html
"Flashpoint is roughly a Christian answer to the Matrix, but most of the action (including sword fights and martial arts displays) occurs in the real world, courtesy of combined high tech and spiritual power, so there's a certain amount of Americanized wuxia going on, too. And it all happens in a not-too-distant future where the U.S. has surrendered its sovereignty to foreign powers in the name of security. Christians, meanwhile, have been branded as terrorists and driven underground." Stephen L. Rice, http://ansric.blogspot.com/2007/05/crouching-matrix-hidden-christians.html
"The science engine used (thus the CYBER aspect of cyberpunk) for FLASHPOINT rivals the likes of the Matrix movies for both its WOW factor and originality. We end up with a band of almost super-human heroes coupling their faith with technology (in a world where faith seems at war with technology) and becoming weapons for Godâ??s glory. Super human strength, speed, intuition, cognition, perception, etc. The stupefying arsenal of divine powers makes for an amazing ride. FLASHPOINT would make one heck of a movie! " Daniel I. Weaver, http://www.danieliweaver.com/blog
"People, the year 2036 is almost here. We have the chip implant technology, GPS satellites, and all these interesting groups that you'd expect; the World Health Organization (WHO), the World Council of Churches (WCC) and the World Trade Organization (WTO). Want to have some fun? Do a Google search on "World Organizations". We're closer to a "One State" government and its churchy counter part, "One Church" than you may wish to believe. People are manipulating DNA in search of the perfect human (Dr. Mengela would be so proud). Technology has taken us into the realm of nanotechnology, meaning the ability to build simple machines at or below the atomic level. In other words, you can't see them. Where will it all end? You have a Bible? The ending is written in there. It's amazing how the Apostle John could be so accurate, especially most of the things he talked about were hundreds of years from existing on any level.
Frank Creed isn't trying to tell us something we don't already know. He's trying to prepare us for a battle too many of us are willing to admit is already here. Way to go Frank." David Brollier, http://cmwforum.blogspot.com
"This "little book" is so chock-full of action that I had to give it far more time than would be usual for one this size. There are some scenes you have to read over again and again, just for that stunning visual effect in your mind. Ever heard of ground-breaking fiction? This is it. Hot stuff! I had to let it sink in for a few days before I could think about writing a review?" Grace Bridges, http://gracebridges.blogspot.com/2007/10/flashpoint-by-frank-creed.html
"If you're one of the many Christian science fiction fans who've despaired upon finding good science fiction with a distinctly Christian worldview, weep no more. Frank Creed has delivered a novel that will appeal to teenagers and adults alike and that will please even the most ardent technophile. Flashpoint is more than worth a read." Karen McSpadden, http://disturbingreviews.blogspot.com/2007/10/cfrb-blog-tour-flashpoint.html
And now for a lighter side. Publisher Cynthia MacKinnon, of The Writers' Cafe Press, put together this little 'gossip' piece for PR and laughs. Okay, cut her some slack; remember she's been around Frank a lot for a couple of years now!
Flashpoint Blog Tour This Week! Win Books!
This is gonna be spiff!
From Tuesday, October 23 through Thursday, October 25, Lost Genre Guild is hosting a Virtual Book Tour for Frank Creed’s Flashpoint: Book One of the Underground. During those three days, a number of bloggers, including me, will be posting reviews, book trailers (includes one goofy one), bios, interviews, etc. to introduce you to this worthy masterpiece of Christian Speculative Literature.
AND THE BIG NEWS—PRIZES!!! On Friday, the publisher will give away a gift basket containing a signed copy of Flashpoint, four other spec-fic books, and some Flashpoint goodies. All you have to do to enter is leave a comment one of the three days on my blog. It’s that simple.
I posted a review of this innovative novel on October 1. I hope you will scroll down the page to read it. Any comments left there will also be added to the drawing for the books.
Here is a list of others participating in the Blog Tour. I urge you to check out what they have to say as well.
Fantasy Thyme
jamessomers.blogspot.com
Write and Whine
Hoshi to Sakura
Wayfarer's Journal
BlogCritics Interview
Daniel I Weaver
Disturbing the Universe
Grace Bridges
Queen of Convolution
Virtual Tour de 'Net
Christian Fiction Review Blog
Yellow30 Sci-Fi: Review
Yellow30 Sci-Fi: Interview
Back to the Mountains
MaryLu Tyndall
Cathi's Chatter
FrankCreed.com
Books of the Underground site:
BooksoftheUnderground.com
Purchase the book
Purchase Flashpoint at Amazon.com
Purchase signed copies:
Purchase signed copies of Flashpoint
For today, I want to present a nifty book trailer that makes a good teaser for Flashpoint: Book One of the Underground. I hope you enjoy it.
From Tuesday, October 23 through Thursday, October 25, Lost Genre Guild is hosting a Virtual Book Tour for Frank Creed’s Flashpoint: Book One of the Underground. During those three days, a number of bloggers, including me, will be posting reviews, book trailers (includes one goofy one), bios, interviews, etc. to introduce you to this worthy masterpiece of Christian Speculative Literature.
AND THE BIG NEWS—PRIZES!!! On Friday, the publisher will give away a gift basket containing a signed copy of Flashpoint, four other spec-fic books, and some Flashpoint goodies. All you have to do to enter is leave a comment one of the three days on my blog. It’s that simple.
I posted a review of this innovative novel on October 1. I hope you will scroll down the page to read it. Any comments left there will also be added to the drawing for the books.
Here is a list of others participating in the Blog Tour. I urge you to check out what they have to say as well.
Fantasy Thyme
jamessomers.blogspot.com
Write and Whine
Hoshi to Sakura
Wayfarer's Journal
BlogCritics Interview
Daniel I Weaver
Disturbing the Universe
Grace Bridges
Queen of Convolution
Virtual Tour de 'Net
Christian Fiction Review Blog
Yellow30 Sci-Fi: Review
Yellow30 Sci-Fi: Interview
Back to the Mountains
MaryLu Tyndall
Cathi's Chatter
FrankCreed.com
Books of the Underground site:
BooksoftheUnderground.com
Purchase the book
Purchase Flashpoint at Amazon.com
Purchase signed copies:
Purchase signed copies of Flashpoint
For today, I want to present a nifty book trailer that makes a good teaser for Flashpoint: Book One of the Underground. I hope you enjoy it.
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