Book Promo Feature–Evangeline and the Alchemist by Madeleine D’Este

YAPC would like to welcome Madeleine D’Este to the blog today. She is here to share an except and some info about her book Evangeline and the Alchemist. If this looks like something you would enjoy, please go get a copy for two!

Book Description:

Evangeline and the AlchemistCream cakes and inventions. Fake gold and kung-fu. Meet Evangeline.

In 1882, “Marvellous” Melbourne was flush with gold-rush cash and the British Empire’s second biggest city.

Evangeline, a seventeen year old reformed urchin and acrobat, is settling into a new comfortable life in Melbourne with her long lost father, Professor Caldicott. But learning to be a lady is awfully dull. Then one day, the police arrive, seeking the Professor’s expertise in catching an Alchemist.

Is this a chance for Evangeline to test out her new invention and save the day? With regular breaks for tea and cream buns, of course.

Evangeline & the Alchemist is a steampunk mystery-adventure novella and the first in The Antics of Evangeline series.

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Excerpt:

Chapter 1

It all started with a rat-a-tat-tat on the Professor’s laboratory-workshop door. Evangeline and the Professor looked up from their inventing to see Miss Plockton in the doorway.

“Chief Inspector Pensnett ta see you, sir?” she said.

Evangeline perked up on her stool. A policeman here at 56 Collins Street? Something exciting was surely about to happen.

“Ah, yes. I plum forgot.”

Evangeline’s father stopped adjusting his new, improved auto-chariot and walked over to the wooden bench, placing his trusty brass screwdriver with the ivory handle down beside neat stacks of brass cogs, wheels and pins. Her father, Professor Montague Caldicott, the pre-eminent horological-engineer in all the Colonies, smoothed down his humongous moustache with his real hand.

“Your lesson is over for today, m’dear. Follow Miss Plockton upstairs and continue with your embroidery.”

“But Father…” Evangeline groaned. “I could be of some assistance.”

“Police matters are not for the ears of impressionable young ladies. All those dead bodies and smugglers and swarthy criminals. Far too sordid.”

“I never get to do anything interesting,” Evangeline grumbled as she stowed away her rosewood-handled screwdriver in the pocket of her dress, along with a handful of brass pins. The smaller and more delicate screwdriver was a recent gift from her father, an encouragement to pursue her own inventions.

Evangeline’s plain bottle-green day dress, buttoned to the neck, was not the latest fashion but it was better than she had ever imagined in her previous life on the grey foggy streets of London, when her toes poked through holes in her boots. Cold was something she had yet to worry about since she arrived three months ago on the dirigible from Singapore. She wondered whether Melbourne could be anything less than sweltering.

“Out. Out.”

The Professor shooed Evangeline and Miss Plockton from the laboratory-workshop, before carefully locking the door behind him.

There was a time when a visit from the police would have frightened Evangeline. She would have hurried to hide her loot, but not today. Today she was a reformed character, setting aside her urchin ways and learning to be a proper young lady. But being good all the time was a bit dull.

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About the Author: Growing up in Tasmania, Madeleine now lives in inner city Melbourne surrounded by books. Madeleine D'EsteAfter studying law (and never practising) and travelling the world, Madeleine now lives a double life, immersed in the corporate world by day and writing female-led science fiction by night.

When not writing, Madeleine enjoys podcasts, knitting, forteana, indie films, kettle bells and long blacks.

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Book Promo Feature–Unexpected Rewards by Jane McGarry

YAPC would like to welcome back Jane McGarry to the blog. She is here to share some info and an excerpt of her latest release Unexpected Rewards. If this looks like something you would like to enjoy, please go get a copy!

Book Description:

Unexpected RewardsOlivia Davenport is looking forward to her future. After all, Prince Liam has professed his love and King William has promised her a reward for her role on a recent mission. She fully expects to continue her knightly training while enjoying a blossoming romance with her Prince. The King, however, has other ideas, appointing her as a lady-in-waiting to Queen Helen.

Thrust into unfamiliar territory and left to fend against the malicious women of court, Olivia feels awkward and confused. With the help of her new friend, Kat, and her sister, Anne, she tries to find her footing among the courtiers, their protocol, and the added complication of Jocelyn Crawford, a lady who has her eyes set on becoming Liam’s bride.

When, a disturbing prophecy puts the safety of the King in question, fear spreads through kingdom. Intrigue abounds at the palace with an enigmatic witch and a strict Friar at the center of the controversy. Olivia must use her training and instincts to unravel what is truly going on in order to protect the King. Through it all, she questions if she will ever be able to fit into Liam’s life and if, in the end, their love can prevail.

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Excerpt:

“Excuse me, Sir Davenport, Lady Davenport,” says a voice, and suddenly Liam stands beside us. “But I would very much like to have a dance with your daughter.”

“Of course, Your Highness,” Mother replies in awe, dipping into a curtsey.

My acknowledgement is a much stiffer bow of the head. The moments with my family had briefly smothered my worry, but now it hurtles back full force. He takes my hand and I follow him onto the floor, silently praying my knees don’t give out from the terror that rises in me like the tide. One hand fits on the small of my back, the other grasps mine. His palms are uncharacteristically sweaty.

Something is definitely wrong.

I look into his beautiful, blue eyes. They swim with misery. Now that I am going to find out the reason, I am not sure I want to anymore.

He clears his throat. “I didn’t want to have to tell you in public, but I can’t let the night pass and deceive you.”

Not good.

At my silence, he continues, “Somehow Jocelyn has influenced my father. He wants me to court her, to give her a fair chance, because he considers her a more suitable match.”

There she sits now, right next to King William, her usual smug expression in place. Our monarch absently surveys the room. The monarch I saved—who praised me for it—stabs me in the back without a second thought. I should have left him to die in that escape tunnel.

“And what do you think of that?” I ask pointedly.

“Naturally, I protested…abundantly, but…” He stops, won’t meet my eyes.

But? But cannot be good. But can only be disastrous.

I stop moving and we stand looking at each other like mannequins while
couples rotate around us.

“But what?” I whisper, the cacophony of music and chatter turning into an otherworldly buzz while my senses brace for the impact of his answer.

“But…my father told me if I did not give Jocelyn a fair chance, he would not only send you from the palace, but ship you down to Prescott and arrange a marriage for you there. I don’t know what to do, Olivia. I don’t know how to fix this.”

A barrage of thoughts leap to mind, none of them in any way accepting of this information. Send me away? Ship me to Prescott? As if I were livestock? And arrange a marriage? So many protests, I hardly know where to begin.

The music ends and couples saunter off the floor. Liam and I stand alone in the center.
Eyes will be upon us soon if we remain here like statues.

With every ounce of composure I can muster, I curtsey and hear my voice say, “Thank you for the dance, Your Highness. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Then, I walk away.

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About the Author: Reading was always a big part of Jane’s life. Over the years, creating stories developed out of this love. Unexpected Rewards is the sequel to her debut novel, Not Every Girl, released in May 2015.

She lives in New Jersey in a house full of boys, including one over-indulged cat. When she is not running around with her family or writing, she can be found curled up with a good book and said cat
You can visit her online at: www.janemcgarrybooks.com.

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Book Promo Feature–Neiko’s Five Land Adventure by A.K. Taylor

YAPC would like to welcome A.K. Taylor to the blog today. She is here to share some info about the new edition of her book Neiko’s Five Land Adventure. If this looks like a book you would enjoy reading, please go pick up a copy!

Book Description:

Neiko's Five Land AdventureWhat if the fate of two worlds were in the hands of one person: you?

The childhood secret of a troubled teen warrior is used against her by her enemies. It turns out what Neiko imagined is real, and she becomes trapped in the same world she imagined by an otherworldly evil that is worse than the devil. Getting home is the least of her problems.

The Indians and the Crackedskulls are locked in the turmoil of a war that has raged for centuries, and it is presently in a stalemate. Her enemies, Raven and Bloodhawk, have come up with a scheme to take her down, but in doing so they inadvertently open the door to another universe and to an otherwordly evil. Neiko later finds out that a land she thought she had only imagined is actually real, and the dark being is not a figment of her childhood imagination–he is terrifyingly real, and she faces him for the first time. To make matters worse, it is now in her world, and he has evil plans especially for her.

After several standoffs with the malevolent Ramses the Dark Pharaoh in Hawote, she is trapped in Qari by his strange and powerful magic. Trapped in another universe and in a place that is not exactly the way she imagined it. She must somehow find a way to teleport home. That is easier said than done; the odds are overwhelmingly against her and her scorpion-cobra companion as they must travel to find the answer and help, but at the same time avoid Ramses’ allies, traps, and tricks. Can she come back home and turn the tables on her enemies?

If you love the hidden worlds and magic of Percy Jackson and Harry Potter, travel to other worlds like Warriors of Virtue and The Neverending Story, and a strong female protagonist with a bow like the Hunger Games, and the comic relief of the Big Bang Theory, you will love Neiko’s Five Land Adventure!

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Excerpt:

Neiko shoved the remaining bit of honey bun into her mouth and carried another into her room, but on her way she ran into her mom. “What are you doing with that?” she asked.

“I’m so hungry I thought I might have seconds, and I’ve got a drawing to finish,” Neiko replied.

“Alright,” she said. Neiko walked into her room and closed the door. “Well, I got you a honey bun, and I hope you like it,” Neiko said as she unwrapped it and laid it down on top of the wrapper. Quickstrike scurried over and looked at it doubtfully.

“I want bugs or something,” complained Quickstrike.

“I’m sorry, but that’s all I have. I can’t really find bugs here because there are no woods. Will you at least try it?”

Quickstrike grabbed a claw full and shoved it into his mouth. “Mmm, not bad. Your food is kind of strange, but it tastes good. Just wait till you try ours.”

“What do you mean? I’m not going to Qari. What type of food are you talking about anyway?”

“Oh, I didn’t mean you were coming; I was just saying maybe I’ll make a dish or something. Well, like barbecued velociraptor, marinated beetles, wild cherry muffins, and Lydia’s famous slug casserole, fried snails, and my favorite, parched rollie pollies. We have much more selection, but we would be here all day if I have to name them all.”

Neiko grimaced. “Yuck! The only thing that sounds good is wild cherry muffins. Do you ever eat deer?”

“Oh yeah, we do a lot. Is that something you like?”

“Yeah, barbecued deer is my favorite, and I like it hot and spicy.” Neiko said as she dreamed of a steaming bowl of the stuff.

“You eat hot stuff? I’m not particularly fond of hot and spicy food, but you can try some of our food, and you wouldn’t die if you eat it. Maybe you can try something like snake, frog legs, alligator, or crawfish.”

“Mmm, I’ve always wanted to try snake and that other stuff, but do you eat fish?”

“Oh yes, we eat every kind—catfish, bream, bass, and even pirhana.”

“What does pirhana taste like?”

“I’ll surprise you, you’ll know when you try some, believe me. It’s good. I like it with a side dish of worm pasta with katydid dices.”

“Eww! What’s for dessert?”

“Cricket cobbler, chocolate covered fire ants, or any type of fruit cobbler or pie.”

“Sick! I’ll just stick with just plain chocolate. Can you put almonds or nuts in chocolate?”

“Yes, I prefer plain chocolate too because fire ants give me gas,” Quickstrike said groaning.

“Oh, did they give you a stomachache?” Neiko said laughing.

“Yes, you bet! I also wondered why Buzzclaw and Torca kicked me out of the tent.”

Neiko laughed so hard her side started hurting. “That bad, huh?”

“Yes, hee, hee, they said I was making too much noise because they were trying to sleep, and need I say more? Glacier, Darkclaw, and Rip Rat said I could stay with them because I can’t possibly bother them, and I believe you know why.”

“Yeah, well—” Neiko started saying, but her mom called.

“Amanda, I’m going to the bank and to the post office; I’ll be back in about forty-five minutes!”

“Alright, mom!” Neiko called back. “You want to play video games?”

“What? What are those?”

“Oh, uh, they’re games you play on the TV, do you want to watch?”

“Yeah, can I get on your shoulder?”

“Sure, I’ll pick you up, and you can hop on.” Neiko laid her hand on the bed, Quickstrike crawled onto her hand, and Neiko carefully placed him on her shoulder. “Hang on, sitting down may be rough.” Neiko sat on the floor, but Quickstrike held on with no trouble. “Very good! You had no problem hanging on?”

“Nope, I have eight legs and two claws to hang on with. Give me a real challenge,” said Quickstrike. “And all I needed was my legs.”

“Which one do you want to see?” Neiko asked as she laid them out.

“Hmm, I don’t know. They all look interesting. How ‘bout that one with the guy that looks like Ramses on it?”

“Oh, you mean Killer Instinct? Fulgore does look like Ramses, kind of. You know, I never thought about it till you mentioned it, but I don’t think he acts anything like him.”

“Yeah, he probably doesn’t, and Ramses has lied so much that he wouldn’t know what the truth was if it came and bit him in the nose,” said Quickstrike in a scathing manner.

Neiko laughed and put the game in and grabbed the controller.

“Is that so?” asked an angry, cold voice.

Neiko was so startled she threw the controller in the air, and Quickstrike landed on the bed because he was so startled that he jumped. Neiko looked, and Ramses stood leaning on the inside of her door with his feet crossed and his arms folded over his chest; he was glaring at Quickstrike.

Neiko stood up and gathered her composure. “Well, speak o’ the devil,” she said moodily.

Quickstrike hissed at him. “I heard about you coming and harassing my friend; what do you want here, Pharaoh?” he asked angrily.

“That’s none of your business, bug brain,” he snapped coldly.

“You know, you lied to her when you asked what this place is when you knew exactly where you were, liar and cheat!” Quickstrike yelled fiercely.

“Watch your mouth and hold your tongue, or I’ll remove it for you. I did not lie,” Ramses retorted.

Neiko folded her arms and stared at him sternly. “Yeah, where did you hear the word ‘Hawote’ then, hmm?”

“That voice that I heard summon me told me to come to Hawote, and it was the voice of Raven. So this is the place you call home? Then I cast a spell to come to this ‘Hawote’, and I find it exists. I have noticed you know who I am.”

“Yeah, what’s your point? Well, it’s seems you found out everything you wanted to know, so I guess you will be returning to Qari then. Besides, there’s nothing here you could possibly want except to pick a fight with Raven and Bloodhawk, but they’ll cream your butt. Well, this is it then, huh?” Neiko said, shrugging.

“Yes, I will return to Qari, but I won’t leave empty handed; I wish to take a souvenir with me,” Ramses said mischievously.

“Well, if you’re looking for the Eye of Mohica, I don’t know where it is. You can find it yourself,” Neiko snapped sarcastically.

“I am not interested in that worthless talisman. Maybe I should’ve said I won’t leave alone,” he replied in a soft tone.

“Oh, you want to take Raven and Bloodhawk with you? Go ahead be my guest; we’ve been waiting a long time to be rid of those two. You’re welcome to it,” Neiko replied ushering toward the northwest.

“I have no use for those two overgrown idiots! Oh, they are no match for me, and I’ll cream them.”

“You sound just like Arnold Schwarzeneggar,” Neiko muttered. “Well, there’s nothing else I can think of, so what do you want?” Neiko asked aggravated, but Quickstrike stared at Ramses nervously.

Ramses said nothing, and his eyes shimmered with a terrible red light, and they had a sinister look in them. Then he took a step toward Neiko.

Cold fear gripped her stomach, and her mind started racing. “Oh no! I’m not going anywhere with you! I’m staying right here in Hawote where I belong! You won’t get me without a fight! If you want me, come and get me, but you have to take me down first!”

Ramses laughed evilly. “You want to fight against me? Why don’t you just come quietly—for old time’s sake. What are you trying to prove? If you insist on this stupid last stand, so be it. I haven’t had one this brave for some time, and I’ll enjoy this even though this will not take long. Enjoy your freedom and the last look at your land because it will be the last time you see it! Where is your weapon, dear?”

Neiko jumped on the bed and grabbed her stick from the corner; it had a club-like end on it, and she held it on the slender end. “Right here, Monster Gas! I’m not trying to prove anything! Neiko Kidd surrenders to no one, and when I get done, you’re gonna wish you never wanted to take Admiral Kidd!” Neiko said as she expertly spun her stick.

Ramses laughed even harder. “Oh, you’ll eat those words once I have you. You’ll wish you hadn’t resisted me. When we return, Hawote will be destroyed! You are going to fight me with a stick? It doesn’t matter to me what weapon you use because I will win. I don’t need a weapon. I am going to take you down with my bare hands. So prepare to be captured!”

Neiko bared her teeth and hissed. “Ooooh, come and give me your best shot, Chrome Scum!” she said as she beckoned him with her hand and then replaced it on the grip of her stick.

Ramses angrily stuck with lightning speed as he tried to grab her ankle. Neiko jumped and just barely dodged his sweeping hand and landed at the head of the bed. Seeing an opportunity to attack, Neiko swung the stick over her head and sent the head of it crashing down on the end of his middle finger with every ounce of her strength, and the pain rushed through his glove into all of his hand.

“Owww! I’ll get you for this, Neiko!” he growled as he rubbed his injured finger to ease the pain. It lingered, causing him to get angrier.

“Ha! Ha!” Neiko said jeeringly. “How do you like fighting Indians now, hmm? I guess it’s not like it’s cracked up to be, huh?” she punned, laughing. “Oh, by the way, you need to get your eyes checked, Ramsneeze. It doesn’t profit much in trying to catch air!”

Quivering with rage, Ramses shouted, “Oh, you’ll see, I’ll get the last laugh; you won’t think your loss and your captivity are a bit funny! Consider that miss a gift, and I will not grant you any more!”

Seeing an opportunity, Quickstrike shouted, “Attack Pack!” as he ran and jumped on his face blocking his view. Ramses growled fiercely, and he tried to get him off.

“I forgot my manners. I forgot to welcome you to Hawote, and this is how we greet uninvited, evil guests—Quickstrike, watch out!” Heeding the warning, Quickstrike jumped off, and landed on the bed beside Neiko. “Eat stick!” she yelled and hit Ramses right in the face with the stick, but the end snapped off because of the force of the blow and the hardness of his helmet; the hit didn’t faze him. Neiko looked at it surprised because she had used it against titanium Crackedskull armor, and it didn’t break. Seeing his opportunity, Ramses hit Neiko in the back of the legs with his arm in a sweep, sending her falling on her back onto the bed, and the fall caused her head to spin. Ramses stood over her, but Neiko still had her stick and she attempted to hit him in the top of the head. Knowing her move, he stopped her in midswing by seizing her wrists, and with his free hand, ripped it from her grasp and threw it on the floor. Quickstrike scurried over to help his fallen friend. He jumped onto Ramses’ face again, but this time he grabbed Quickstrike and threw him against the wall. Quickstrike groaned and lay still.

“Quickstrike!” Neiko yelled as she tried to crawl to him, but Ramses grabbed her ankle and yanked her to him. He turned her over and seized her by her wrists; Neiko tried to free herself by struggling, but Neiko had no idea of his strength, and he laughed at her puny attempts to free herself. “Quickstrike, say something, help! Somebody help me!” Neiko saw some of her neighbors in the yard. “Help!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, but they didn’t hear her.

“Be quiet. No one can hear you, and there is no one to rescue you. Let’s go.”

“No! Please! I won’t call you names again; please let me go!” Neiko begged.

“No, it’s not about name-calling! I decided this long ago, the day I saw you. Don’t fight me, or I’ll tie you up. I suggest you relax.”

“Let go of me, Chrome Breath, or I’ll—”

“ Shut up! You’ll what? You are at my mercy. I am not releasing you, so don’t ask again.” Neiko started to sob, and then she saw her mom’s red car pull up. Ramses showed a great deal of annoyance, and he let go of Neiko. “Well, you get your wish this time because I let you win, and since I don’t want to be seen by anyone here. Next time you won’t be so lucky, and your mommy won’t be around to save you, so be warned. I’ll be back, and you’ll be mine!” He laughed wickedly and all of him disappeared but his eyes. “I’ve been watching you, and I’ll keep watching!” he said then his eyes disappeared, but she could still hear his terrible laugh. Neiko sighed with the utmost relief as her mom came in. Neiko rushed in and hugged her. “Mom, I love you,” she said squeezing her eyes shut to keep the tears from coming.

“I love you too, honey,” she replied. Neiko then ran to her room to check on Quickstrike.

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About the Author: A.K. Taylor grew up in the backwoods of Georgia where she learned about nature. She enjoysA.K. Taylor hunting and fishing, beekeeping, gardening, archery, shooting, hiking, and has various collections. She also has interest in music, Native American history and heritage, Egyptian history, and the natural sciences. A.K. Taylor has been writing and drawing since the age of 16. A.K. Taylor has graduated from the University of Georgia with a biology degree, and she shares an interest in herpetology with her husband.

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Book Promo Feature–Queen of a Kind by Sheila Michelle

YAPC would like to welcome Sheila Michelle to the blog today. She is here to share some info about her book Queen of a Kind. If this looks like a book that you would enjoy reading, please go grab a copy!

Book Description:

Queen of a Kind

Wealthy teen heiress Grace Garrett wants to begin her high school years like no other girl, so she vies for the chance to become Beaumont High School’s 20th Queen, the world’s only four-year, high school queen.

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Book Promo Feature–Allie Strom and the Ring of Solomon by Justin Sloan

YAPC would like to welcome Justin Sloan to the blog today. He is here to share some info about his book Allie Strom and the Ring of Solomon. If this looks like a book you would like to read, please go pick up a copy!

Book Description:

Allie Strom and the Ring of SolomonHer Mother’s Missing. More than one friend will betray her. Good thing this new girl in school has a magic necklace.

Allie is your typical, soccer-playing teenager at a new school, until a strange necklace gives her abilities beyond her wildest dreams. When she refuses to let bullies have their way at school, she gains a new friend and new enemies.

Daniel was a nerd who hoped to get in good with the new kid, but when the magic of Allie’s necklace teleports him with her and puts both of their lives in danger, he isn’t so sure.

To Allie’s horror, it’s confirmed that her mom went missing while deployed with the military overseas, and that Allie’s magic necklace is the key to rescuing her. Daniel and Allie will stop at nothing to find her mom, stop a fallen angel who’s taken control of a friend, and save the world.

Allie Strom and the Ring of Solomon is a MG urban fantasy/ supernatural thriller that features fast-paced action, myths, and the birth of a legend. Author Justin Sloan is obsessed with Harry Potter and believes Hermione was the true hero, and it shows in the first book of his new series.

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About the Author: Justin Sloan writes military fantasy and supernatural thrillers. He is a video game writer Justin Sloan(Game of Thrones; Walking Dead; Michonne, Minecraft: Story Mode), novelist (Allie Strom and the Ring of Solomon; Teddy Bears in Monsterland, Back by Sunrise, Falls of Redemption), podcaster, and screenwriter.

He has written on taking writing from hobby to career in his book Creative Writing Career and its sequel, and how veterans can pursue their passions in Military Veterans in Creative Careers. Justin studied writing at the Johns Hopkins University and UCLA after five years in the U.S. Marine Corps, and now works as a writer and editor for Military.com.

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Guest Post by Rolland Love Author of Born Dead on a Winter’s Night

YAPC would like to welcome back Rolland Love to the blog today. He is here to share some info about his latest memoir Born Dead on a Winter’s Night and a few thoughts about serials and serialization. If this looks like a book you would enjoy please go download from http://ozarkstories.com or visit Noise Medium to read each week!

To read a free, serialized version of my latest book on Noise Medium click here. It is updated every Sunday morning through August and September.

Book Description:

Born Dead on a Winter's DayI was born dead. In the dead of winter. Still as a stone. Blue as the smoky haze that sometimes settles on the Ozark Mountains. I know because my mother, Helen Love, my father Ray Love and Aunt Maude told me so. I can only imagine the scene: Doc Barnes, a tall rugged-looking man with bushy white hair, worked frantically when he realized there was trouble. His white shirt covered in blood and the flickering light of a kerosene lamp added ghost-like dimension to the scene. Cold enough to see your breath, the only source of heat came from a cast iron wood-burning stove in the living room. I was saved because Doc carried me outside and rolled me in snow that covered the ground from a midwinter storm. The cold caused me to take a breath and I began to cry.

Born Dead on a Winter’s Night is a 36,000-word memoir about growing up in Missouri’s rugged Ozark Mountains in the 1940s and 1950s. It’s a collection of essays recalling what life was like living off the land in a self-sufficient family. By others’ standards we were poor, but we had everything we needed. I spent my days fishing, floating the rivers, and narrowly escaping encounters with poisonous snakes. Enjoyed by all ages.

Praise:

AMAZON KINDLE FEATURED –  AUTHOR REVIEW – ROLLAND LOVE “Love’s writing transfigures his Ozark Mountains stories into a series of fantastic tales Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer could have only dreamed of.”

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Book Promo Feature–Daughter of Magic by Teresa Roman

YAPC would like to welcome Teresa Roman to the blog today. She is here to share to share some info and an excerpt of her book Daughter of Magic. If this looks like something you are interested in reading, please go get a copy! It is on sale for $0.99 for a limited time!

Book Description:

Daughter of MagicLilli sees things nobody else does. Desperate to make sense of the dreams and visions that have plagued her since childhood, Lilli confides in Devin, her closet friend and the boy she’s fallen for. Instead of questioning her sanity, as Lilli feared, Devin confesses to secrets of his own, which are far darker. His revelations about magic, witches and demons stun Lilli. But it’s what he knows about Lilli’s mother, long believed to be dead, that leaves her feeling betrayed. Despite her anger, Lilli will have to learn to trust Devin again, because he is the only one who can protect her from a dark danger that’s coming for her from a world away.

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Excerpt:

“Look at me,” Devin ordered the man. He spoke slowly and quietly, but there was no mistaking the anger in his voice. “You will apologize for being impolite, and then you’ll leave.”
For a moment the man looked stunned, almost hypnotized. I thought for sure he’d demand to speak to Rob again and both Devin and I would get fired. Instead, he turned to me and said, “I’m sorry for being impolite.” He even sounded contrite. “I need to leave.”
I watched him walk away, still not sure exactly what had just happened and spooked by the way he repeated Devin’s words.
When the door closed behind him, I looked at Devin. “What did you just do?”
“Nothing,” he muttered.
“No, it wasn’t nothing,” I said. “How’d you get him to do that?”
“He had no business speaking to you like that, so I asked him politely to apologize and he complied.”
“Uh, uh. No way.” I had no idea how Devin made that man to apologize, but there was more to it than he let on. Somehow, I just knew it.
“What are you suggesting? That I have some sort of magical power and can make people do whatever I will them to? You told me yourself last night that you don’t believe in magic.”
I did say that. Because it was true. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Devin was keeping something from me. And this wasn’t the first time, either.
After a pause, I said, “You know what I find curious? Why is it that you know so much about me, yet I hardly know about your life at all?”
“What is it you want to know?” he asked.
I wasn’t sure how to respond. I didn’t have any specific questions, but I felt a growing sense that Devin had secrets.

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About the Author: If it was possible to be born with a book in her hands, that’s how Teresa Roman would’ve Teresa Romanentered this world. Her passion for reading is what inspired her to become a writer. She loves the way stories can take you to another time and place.

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Book Promo Feature–The Forever Man – Book 1: PULSE by Craig Zerf

YAPC would like to welcome Craig Zerf to the blog today. He is here to share some info and an excerpt about his book The Forever Man – Book 1: PULSE. If this looks like something you would like to read, please go pick up a copy!

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The Forever ManThe world, as we know it, has ended.
One man stands resolute. A man who has been trained in the savage arts of war. A man who lives his life according to a creed. A simple man who wants none of the power thrust upon him. This man is Marine Sergeant Nathaniel Hogan, seconded to the American Embassy in London and, although he does not know it, he is – The Forever Man.

The first pulse occurred in the old calendar year of 2022. A sequence of gigantic solar flares created a series of massive electromagnetic pulses that stopped the heart of our modern world and returned us to the DARK AGES.

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Chapter 1

Master Gunnery Sergeant Nathaniel Hogan stood outside the new American embassy at Nine Elms, London and stared at the boats drifting down the river Thames. He was dressed in his standard combat utility uniform or ‘digies’, so called because of their MARPAT Digital camouflage. He was wearing the darker woodland version as opposed to the light desert one, even though, strictly speaking, it was for winter use only.
Hogan was a large man. Raw boned, six foot four, around two hundred and forty pounds. And, at only twenty-six years old, one of the youngest Master Gunnery Sergeants in the corps. His black hair was cut in the standard marine style, short back and sides, the length not exceeding three inches. He was clean-shaven. His eyes, deep set under thick eyebrows, their dark green color like emeralds in pools of shadow. High cheekbones suggested Native American ancestry backed up by his broad, white teeth and straight Roman nose.
He did not carry an assault rifle but, on his hip rode a Colt 1911M25, the latest update of the venerable 1911. Still chambered for the 45 cal round but with a staggered magazine holding ten rounds and also with an inbuilt compensator.
He glanced at his watch. Eighteen hundred hours. The last of the public had left. Sunset was forecast for twenty hundred. Change of guard was scheduled for the same time.
Hogan was in charge of eight marines stationed at the embassy. It was what the corps called a ‘reward posting’. Eighteen months of cushy duty in one of the most fun cities in the world. Tonight he was knocking off after change of guard and was heading into the city to meet an English girl. Emma Rittington. Tall, blonde, horse rider’s build. His English friends referred to her as Posh Totty, his American ones said that she was ‘Fancy.’ She had a three-bed apartment, or flat, in Sloane Square and seemed to want for nothing. But that was not what attracted the marine sergeant to her. His attraction to her was based almost entirely on the physical. In all fairness, she had admitted to the same about him. Plus, being an American and a non-commissioned officer had, in her words, ‘caused daddy a veritable lavatory full of anguish’, something that seemed to give her an inordinate amount of pleasure.
He gazed once more at the Thames. The clouds in the sky reflected in the fast flowing water below, a brown mottled facsimile of the firmament above.
And then a rainbow of color skittered across the surface. Like a thousand gallons of oil had been instantly dumped into the water. An orgasm of color. Hogan glanced up to see the sky ablaze with light. Flowing forward, retreating, spreading and coalescing. He had seen this sight before, although never with such clarity. And never in broad sunlight. He had seen it when he had been seconded to the embassy in Moscow. It was the Aurora Borealis or Northern Lights. He stared at it, entranced, as it rippled across the sky. Vast. Overpowering. And utterly silent. With such a vast display he expected some sort of accompanying sound. Thunder. Wind. Some sort of environmental drum roll. But nothing. Not a sound.
He cocked his head to one side and concentrated. The silence was eerie. In fact, there was no sound. Nothing at all. The constant background of a city in motion was not there.
Two and a half million cars and buses. Two thousand eight hundred construction sites, one thousand road working projects, one hundred and twenty thousand air-conditioning units, over one hundred passenger carrying commercial aircraft.
Silent.
Then the sound of running footsteps. Marine corporal Manson sprinted up and came to attention in front of him.
‘Gunny, the power in the building is out and the emergency generator hasn’t cut in. Complete power failure.’
‘Right, Manson. Tell the men to stay at their posts. Then find the janitor and see what you can do with the generator. Double time.’
Manson didn’t move. It was as though he had been frozen in place, staring with wide eyes over Hogan’s shoulder. And then, like a man pointing at his own death, he raised an arm. Hogan turned to look.
The sky was raining aircraft. Ten, twenty, thirty of them. Hundreds of thousands of tons of steel plummeting down from the skies. Spinning clumsily to earth. Succumbing to the laws of gravity that had hereto been conquered by three hundred thousand horsepower jet engines.
The first one struck the city. Kensington. Dust, then flame. Finally, sound. A massive thumping wall of sound as the one hundred thousand liters of aviation fuel exploded. Within seconds the next aircraft plowed in. And the next. And the next.
Brentford, Fulham, Shepherd’s Bush. Belgravia.
The sounds of the explosions thundered through the city. But there was no corresponding sound of sirens. No klaxons of fire engines. No warning bells. Nothing but the sound of fire. They were too far away to hear the screams of the dying.
Hogan grabbed the corporal by his shoulder and shook hard. ‘Manson. Ten-hut. Now, go inside. Tell the civvies to stay indoors. Get sergeant Johnson to open the armory. I want all marines in full battle gear, M16s, four extra mags, colts, two extra mags. Bring me my gear plus a M249M22 machine gun plus three 200 round belts with bags. Move.’
Training took over rational thought and Manson saluted and sprinted off, heading back into the embassy.
Hogan trotted across to the main gates. On the way he pulled his cell phone out and looked at the screen. Dead.
The two marines there saluted him. Arms shaky. Faces ashen with shock. But discipline still intact. He saluted back. ‘Ronaldo. Jessup.’
‘Sir,’ asked PFC Ronaldo. ‘What’s happening?’
‘Can’t be sure, marine. I suspect an EMP strike. Some sort of electromagnetic pulse.’
‘Are we under attack, sir?’
Hogan thought for a few seconds. ‘Remains to be seen, soldier. Could be natural causes. Could be a nuclear detonation in the atmosphere. Johnson and Manson are tooling up, they’ll bring your kit. I want you all in full battle gear. Stay at your posts. I’ll be back.’
Hogan strode back towards the embassy doors. Halfway there, Johnson and Manson came jogging out, festooned with armfuls of kit. Johnson carried on to the men at the gate. Manson helped Hogan on with his kit. Modern tactical vest with scalable armor plates. Camelbak hydration pack complete with inline water purification system. First aid kit. Enhanced combat helmets. Ammunition carrying vest with extra ammunition bags attached. And finally, the M249M22 light machine gun.
‘Sir,’ said Manson. ‘I ran into the sparky. He said that the generator is FU. Circuits all burnt out.’
Hogan knelt down and placed the butt of the M249M22 on his knee, wracked the charging handle, released the feed tray cover and clipped a belt of ammo in. As he stood up he saw Liz Tutor, the Deputy Chief of Mission, approaching. She descended the stairs rapidly. Low heeled sensible shoes. Below the knee pink dress suit. Brown bob as sleek and hard as a helmet. Teeth as white as a Hollywood wanabee.
‘Gunney.’
‘Ma’am.’
‘What is going on?’
‘Looks like some sort of EMP strike, ma’am. An electrical pulse that seems to have taken out all of our electronic capabilities. The generator has burnt out, all comms are down and aircraft are falling out of the sky. I have put the marines on full alert.’
‘Are we under attack?’
‘Not enough intel, ma’am. But if I had to guess I’d say that it’s a natural occurrence.’ Hogan pointed at the sky. ‘Aurora Borealis, ma’am. If it were a nuke then the sky would be clear.’
‘So, what do we do now?’
‘Not sure, ma’am. Perhaps we should ask the ambassador.’
‘Can’t. He’s not here today. Meeting with the British PM.’
‘Well then, ma’am, I suggest that we batten down the hatches and wait a while. See what transpires. Keep everyone indoors; we have enough food and water for at least ten days. I’ll get one of the boys to break out the gas lamps and cookers. Tomorrow we see what happens and react accordingly.’
Liz nodded her approval. ‘How long before help comes?’ She asked.
Hogan took a deep breath. ‘Ma’am, there will be no help. Particularly if this has been a worldwide phenomenon. No transport, no comms. We’re on our own, ma’am.’
Liz shook her head. ‘Don’t be silly, Gunney. We are Americans, the most powerful nation on the face of the planet. I hardly think that a mere power outage is going to bring us to our knees. However, I accept that we stay here tonight. I am sure that we shall hear good news by tomorrow.’
She turned and clipped back up the stairs into the embassy.
Hogan went and stood by the gate next to the two marines.
The sun sank slowly behind the horizon.
And London glowed with fire. Every now and then the still night was rocked with an explosion as a fuel station or gas line erupted sending vast balls of flame heavenwards.
And as the night progressed, the two thousand year old city began to burn its way back into the dark ages.
But what humanity did not yet know, was that the pulse was not only affecting earth. It was also calling. Across unimaginable distances measured in both time and dimension.
The Pulse had called.
And someone had heard.

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About the Author: Craig lives in England and writes full time. He was lucky enough to be awarded the Craig ZerfGolgonooza gold medal for fantasy as well as being voted ‘Best Read’ by radio 4 BBC. He also writes thrillers as C. Marten-Zerf.

Book Promo Feature–Kai’s Journey: Trilogy by Charles and Wendy Siefken

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Book Description: 

Kais Journey

Set ten years in the future, a lone man has wandered the vast wastelands alone. With nothing but his sword and his indomitable will to never give up, he searches for a home, acceptance, and a new start. Can he find it in this death ridden world his father created?

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About the Authors: Charles Siefken (1992-present) is a recent graduate of auto mechanics school. He currently Charles and Wendy Siefkenresides in rural central Iowa where he enjoys reading science fiction books and playing video games among other things. . Christopher Paolini was his inspiration to become a writer. Wendy Siefken (1966-Present) currently is a stay at home mom who works on writing stories and marketing the published books. Wendy lives on a farm with her family and enjoys reading, gardening and other activities with her family and friends. This all started as a school project for her youngest son and business partner, Charles Siefken, which has grown into a desire to be published.

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Book Promo Feature–Shake The Spiders by Anne Wentworth

YAPC would like to welcome Anne Wentworth to the blog today. She is here to share an excerpt and some info about her book Shake the Spiders. If this looks like something you would like to read, please go grab a copy!

Book Description:

shakethespiders_200When her Grandma Haley warns her to shake the spiders from her shoes, Kim comes to understand those words can also apply to all the unhappy things that life has brought her.

Life hasn’t been kind to Kim Baylor. She’s fourteen going on old. After losing her dad seven years ago, life has gone downhill. Her mom’s drinking is taking a real toll on both their lives and Kim just wants to survive the chaos. Kim is dumped off at her grandma’s farm in small-town Manitoba for the summer, though she hasn’t seen her grandma since before her dad died. Life really starts to change—Kim finds Grandma Haley and her two odd friends aren’t the country bumpkins she’d thought they’d be.

Then life on the farm takes on a spooky twist with paranormal sightings and the legend of Rawlings Mannakee’s lost gold. With Jammer—her grandma’s huge black cat—at her side, she embarks on a summer filled with trying to understand the mysterious events at Haley’s farm, solving the mystery of the missing Mannakee gold and beginning her own process of healing from her mother’s destructive drinking.

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The arguing had long since stopped. Only silence, the fourth passenger in the vehicle, remained. Kim allowed her gaze to wander out the car window and into the passing landscape. For hours it had been the same—flat. No, that was a lie. There had been some variation. Prairie grass, vast fields and more—wait for it—flat!

Her mother sat in the front seat, busy filing her nails. Kim shot her mother’s boyfriend a daggered look in the rear-view mirror. Normally he was the one who took her side. The reliable voice of reason between her and her train wreck of a mother.

“Kim, it’s only for the summer. We just couldn’t afford it. The prize was for two adults. You know I can’t change the rules. Please don’t be angry, Kimmy.” Drew peeked over the top of his thick, black-framed glasses to give Kim a sheepish smile.

Kim blew her breath out hard to stop herself from screaming. She hated it when anyone called her Kimmy. That was a baby name. She was fourteen years old, and no baby, not with some of the things she’d done. Drew would be surprised if he knew.

“It’s Kim, not Kimmy. I just don’t see why I can’t stay at home. I’m used to doing everything for myself.” The jab at her mother was not missed.

“You know damn well why not. We’ve gone over this, Kim. I already made arrangements with Grandma Haley. She hasn’t seen you for years. It will be good for her to have some company now that Grandpa is gone. I can go away and not have to worry about either of you.” Lillian turned in the seat, giving Kim the full effect of her exasperated expression.

Bitch. You selfish cow. It isn’t about me or Grandma. It’s all about you. The only reason I haven’t seen Grandma in years is because you keep her at arm’s length. Kim allowed the silence to build a wall, filling the space between them until her mother turned back to adjust the stereo. The twang of country music filled the car.

Drew had won the trip from a work draw over Easter. Two weeks at a lake resort in Manitoba with all expenses paid. They had decided to take it over the summer holiday. She really shouldn’t be so hard on Drew. He had tried to include her. It wasn’t really his fault the resort was adults only, and he had sincerely apologized for not being able to take her along. It was her mother who had soured everything else. The trip was two weeks, not the entire summer. Drew had tried to convince Lillian to let Kim stay at home with a friend over, but Lillian didn’t want that. Her mother had decided that it might be good for her and Drew to have the rest of the summer after they got back. So, the plan to unload Kim at Grandma Haley’s had been hatched.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like her Grandma. She just didn’t really know her. Years had passed since she’d really seen her. Going to stay with someone she didn’t know left Kim feeling a bit apprehensive. First, Grandma lived on a now-defunct farm in Manitoba. Second, the nearest town was very small and would have nothing of interest in it. Third, well, did there really need to be a third after that? Besides, Grandpa Zack had died and Kim knew in her gut that things would be different. The last time she’d ever really spent time with them was when she’d been six. They’d stopped for a week at the farm. A flash image of her father went through her mind and Kim immediately felt a small pain shoot through her heart. She swallowed the memory down, instead trying to picture her grandpa. Grandpa Zack had been fun. He’d mimic everyone and do funny faces. Time had changed their lives and not for the better.

They’d left Calgary and stayed overnight in Regina. Kim and Lillian had shared a hotel room. Drew had had his own. That had given him some reprieve from her mother’s nasty habit. Lillian thought that was more than enough of a ‘fun trip’ for Kim before they dropped her off and went on to the resort. Kim knew they would have driven all night if Lillian had gotten her way. Drew had insisted that the overnight stop was necessary. He’d let Kim hit the mall one last time. At least the man had a heart. It was more than she could attest to for her own mother. This trip would be the longest continuous time Drew and Lillian had ever spent together. Kim wondered how long it would last once Drew found out the truth about her mother.

She rested her head against the soft fabric of the seat back. It was almost nine in the evening and twilight was fast becoming night. The roads had gotten much rougher over the past hour, but the car pushed on, leaving a trail of dust in its wake.

It was going to happen. They didn’t care if she was happy or not—just out of the way. That’s what it felt like, being swept aside because your very existence was an inconvenience. Since her dad had died seven years ago, her mother had become a whole new person. Or had she? Was this horrid creature the true Lillian? It shocked her how another person’s presence could make such a difference—until they went. After they left, reality settled in, bringing an ugliness with it. Had her father really been that much of a buffer zone in their small family of three? From the day her dad had died, Lillian had made her feel like she was an intrusion in her life. It wasn’t that she said anything directly to Kim, but she sure could feel it. Until Drew had come along, Kim had wondered if she and Lillian would be able to tolerate one another for much longer. Despite the other men that had meandered through Lillian’s love life, none had eased the strained relationship between mother and daughter. They had simply been around, never providing any respite from the chaos and the fighting. When Drew had shown up, he’d essentially become the replacement buffer zone, except the majority of the time he got the nice façade Lillian, and she got the nasty Lillian. His presence in their lives meant Lillian had had to be sober more of the time.

A small cluster of lights in the distance caught Kim’s attention. Was that the town? She remembered Clanwilliam being small, but that small?

“Are we going through town so I can have a look—” But Kim was cut off before she could finish.

“Just keep going, I don’t want this to take all night. Besides, nothing is open. It’s a small town, for God’s sake!” Lillian practically had her hand on the wheel to make sure Drew didn’t try to turn off.

“Wouldn’t it just be easier to stay here for the night?” Exhaustion showed in the dark circles under Drew’s eyes in the rear-view mirror.

“No. I already arranged for us to be late at the resort. It’s only two more hours to get there and they will hold our room.” Lillian’s shrill voice snapped.

And so the journey continued until they had turned onto smaller roads with strange names then no names at all.

“Is that it?” The worry in Drew’s voice hung heavy in the car.

About the Author: Coffee, chocolate and writing = a happy heart. Follow the compass of your heart – you matter!

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