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Monday, October 15, 2012

Book Review of Taken, Book 1 and Irish Rover. Book 0.5



Book Review of Taken, Book 1
Book Review of Irish Rover. Book 0.5
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Blurb : 

Frankie Post Series
Irish Rover
Book 0.5
Cheating husband?

Call Frances "Frankie" Post, a private investigator with a trick or two up her sleeve.

In this flash fiction piece (approx. 1500 words) join Frankie as she spends the afternoon in Queens masquerading as a member of the "personal entertainment" business community. A note to cheating husbands - never use the joint checking account.

Taken
Book One

Cheating spouse? Stolen jewelry? Missing person?

Call Frances--Frankie--Post. A private detective with a trick of two up her sleeve and a few skeletons of her own.

What starts out as a simple missing person's case dumps Frankie and her lover Jack right in the crosshairs of a dangerous human trafficking organization. With lives on the line, bad blood and old wounds finally see the light of day. And Frankie and Jack are forced to realize: The past always catches up with you.

Always.


About the Author:

L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. She is the author of the Jude Magdalyn Series as well as New Moon Rising, featuring Cari Gravier, and Taken, featuring Frankie Post. She is currently at work on the next book in the Moon Rising series, Harvest Moon Rising, due out April 2012. Ms. Pruitt makes her home in Florida with two cats--one smart, the other not so much.
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Book Review:

            L.M. Pruitt always has a good story.  There is something here for everyone.  The fast paced read keeps you drawn into the story and the plot keeps you intrigued.  The characters make you care what happens to them, a true feat for any author.

            I give this series 4 out of 5 clouds.


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Givwaway and Book Review of Falstaff’s Big Gamble



Book Review of Falstaff’s Big Gamble
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Blurb : 

This novel is Shakespeare's Worst Nightmare. 
It takes two of the Bard's most famous plays, Hamlet and Othello, and recasts them in Gundarland.  There, Hamlet becomes a dwarf and Othello a dark elf and Iago and his wife, Emilia, are trolls.
If that isn't bad enough, these two tragedies are now comedies with Falstaff, Shakespeare's most popular rogue, thrown in as a bonus.
Both Hamlet and Othello are plagued by the scheming Falstaff, who embezzles money from Othello.  After Hamlet becomes king (with help from Falstaff) the rogue becomes the dark nemesis behind throne.







About the Author:

Award-winning author Hank Quense writes humorous fantasy and sci-fi stories. His motto is fantasy and sci-fi stories told with humor and satire. He has over forty published short stories and a number of nonfiction articles. On occasion, he also writes an article on fiction writing or book marketing but says that writing nonfiction is like work while writing fiction is fun. He refuses to write serious genre fiction saying there is enough of that on the front page of any daily newspaper and on the evening TV news.  Hank lives in Bergenfield, NJ with his wife Pat. They have two daughters and five grandchildren.
Hank’s previous works include Zaftan Enterprises, Zaftan Miscreants and Tales From Gundarland, a collection of fantasy stories.  Readers Favorite awarded the book a medal and EPIC designated it a finalist in its 2011 competition.  His Fool’s Gold is a retelling of the ancient Rhinegold myth and Tunnel Vision is a collection of twenty previously published short stories.  Build a Better Story is a book of advice for fiction writers.


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He has a number of links where you can follow his work and his occasional rants:


Strange Worlds website:http://strangeworldsonline.com

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Purchase Falstaff’s Big Gamble in paperback or kindle format at Amazon
Strange Worlds website:http://strangeworldsonline.com

Excerpt:

Falstaff’s Big Gamble is Shakespeare's Worst Nightmare. 
It takes two of the Bard's most famous plays, Hamlet and Othello, and recasts them in Gundarland.  There, Hamlet becomes a dwarf and Othello a dark elf and Iago and his wife, Emilia, are trolls.
If that isn't bad enough, these two tragedies are now comedies with Falstaff, Shakespeare's most popular rogue, thrown in as a bonus.
Both Hamlet and Othello are plagued by the scheming Falstaff, who embezzles money from Othello.  After Hamlet becomes king (with help from Falstaff) the rogue becomes the dark nemesis behind throne.
EXCERPT

Hamlet, Crown Prince of Denmarko, paced the castle battlements late on a clear, cool spring night.  He walked with hands clasped behind his back and head down.  He had a thin nose with brown hair and eyes.  His scrawny build and clean-shaven face gave him the appearance of a starving waif.

He paused, gazed at the multitudinous stars, sighed and continued his pacing.  A breeze brought the smells of the harbor: salt water and rotting fish guts.  At last, he stopped, thrust one hand to the sky and declaimed, "To bee or not to bee?"  He stroked his chin.  "Whether 'tis nobler to buy honey from the peasant farmer in the market and thus provide him sustenance and income to support his brood of brats, possibly keeping him from rebelling over high taxes . . . or to grow my own honey thus, gaining coins to assert my independence from my noble family and the sordid court?  Hmm."

He paced some more, still troubled by his vexing question.  Nothing less than his future depended upon the answer.  Because his uncle, and now stepfather, Clodio, had usurped his right to rule the kingdom, he needed a profession and an income.
"Do you always talk to yourself?" a voice said from the shadows.
"Who . . . who goes there?"  Hamlet's head snapped from one side to another while his hand grasped the hilt of his dagger.
"'Tis I, the ghost of your father.  I bring a message for your ears alone."
Hamlet goggled at the specter who materialized in the shadows of a doorway.  "You're not my father's ghost.  My father was a dwarf and you're the ghost of an elf.  You're an impostor and a dead one to boot."
"Hey, your father is busy and he asked me to fill in."
"Busy?  In the underworld?  What's he doing?"  Hamlet clutched his red tunic and tugged downward as if to hide his shaking hands.
"He met a good-lookin' ghost of a female dwarf and he's wooin her."
"Dead not a month, and he forsakes his wife, my mother?
"You gotta understand.  Life on this side — no pun intended — is pretty borin'.  When you gotta a chance to do somethin' interestin', you gotta go with it."
Hamlet ran a hand over his face.  Why me? he thought.  "What's the message?"
"His death was no accident.  It was murder most foul.  Here is his exact message.  'But know, thou noble youth, the serpent that did sting thy Father's life, now wears his crown.’”  The ghost paused then added, "Did your father always talk funny like that?"
"Murdered?  By whom?"
"Didn't you listen?  The message tells you who whacked him. Your father wants you to send this guy over here so he can talk to him.  He doesn't wanna wait until the guy croaks from natural causes."
Hamlet watched in awe as the ghostly figure evaporated.  A few seconds later, it popped back into sight.  "Oh, I forgot to tell you.  Your father says, 'Thy mother the queen is to know naught of this nocturnal visit.’"  The ghost disappeared.
His father's murder shocked him.  And the murderer had married his mother immediately afterward.  Did the world have no morals?
He recalled his first thoughts when he'd heard of his father's death.  How he admired the perseverance and tenacity his father must have had to commit suicide by suffocating himself with a pillow.  Now all that admiration was wasted; the old dwarf had had help.
What to do?  He needed to make decisions about bee farming and now he had to avenge his father.  Was there no end to the demands on a prince's time?  He said to the stars, "To bee-keep or to avenge?  That is the question."

Other:
About The Strange Worlds of Hank Quense
Hank Quense has written about the Strange Worlds that he has developed as a background to many of the books he has written. One of these worlds is called Gundarland, a planet inhabited by humans and fantasy creatures. The second is Zaftan 31B, home world of the alien race known as Zaftans. The books contain information on culture, races, religion, politics and other topics. His latest book in this series is Zaftan Enterprises.

The Rhinegold Myth

The Rhinegold myth dates back to the Dark Ages in the Rhine area of Northern Germany.  It involves a horde of magical gold (called, oddly enough, the Rhinegold).  Possession of the Rhinegold keeps the gods from aging.  The gods involved were Wotan (Odin to some) and the other gods residing in Asgard.  Wotan was worshipped by the Saxons and their allies when they invaded and conquered Britain.  Wotan was also worshipped by the Vikings when they sacked Paris, founded Dublin and otherwise terrified many parts of Europe.

According to the myth, a dwarf named Alberich found the gold and used it to forge a ring of immense power.  Wotan had to recover the gold or else he and the other gods would age and die. But the gold was now cursed and would destroy anyone who stole it.  It was also now in the possession of a dragon named Fafner. Wotan decided he needed an old-fashioned hero, one strong of arm and short of brains.  Wotan planned to have the hero, called Siegfried, snatch the gold. After that, Wotan will convince Seigfried to give the gold to him.

Naturally, things didn't work out to Wotan's satisfaction. 

While the Rhinegold myth isn't that well known, it has been used in several works of art.  The opera composer, Richard Wagner, wrote his masterpiece about the Rhinegold.  The operas, there are four of them, are called the Ring Cycle.

If the ring of power sounds familiar, that is probably because J.R. Tolikien used the idea in Lord of the Rings.

I love the myth.  I wrote a humorous version of it called Brunnhilde's Quest.  While writing that book, I had the idea of writing this as a scifi book set in the distant future with aliens instead of the fantasy creatures.  This book will be available as an ebook called Wotan's Dilemma and will become available before the end of the year (or maybe early next year).  It features one of my favorite aliens, a zaftan, as Fafner who is now a main character instead of begin a minor one.


Book Review:

            This book was hysterical, sort of a cross between Monte Python, Dr. Seuss, and Shakespeare.  I kept laughing out loud.  My family kept looking at me like I had lost my mind, but it was so funny,

I give this book 5 out of 5 clouds.

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Book Review of Tarnished Halo, Demon Queen, book 1 Preview of Ascending Hell, Demon Queen book 2



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Tarnished Halo
Demon Queen #1

Fantasy
Novella
August 2012

Blurb : 


Liwet is a less-than-lily-white angel, who has a chip on her shoulder just begging for someone to knock it off.
She refuses to come to heel, yet the time for Liwet to play by her own rules has come to an end. Oriax comes back to his old flame, with a proposition he doesn’t want to pursue, and has no choice but to make. Dark, chilling forces beyond Liwet and Oriax’s control drag them back together and down into a rabbit hole so deep, escape is futile. The prince of the underworld wants them in his court; a request never to be taken lightly. Can the couple overcome their pasts, and find each other once more, before it’s too late to save either of them?


About the Author:

Kayden McLeod lives in beautiful British Columbia, and is the author of the M/F Paranormal Romance and erotica series, The Coven Series, which consists of three Covens; The Foxworths, The Cornwalls and The Jerichos. She also dabbles in a multitude of other genres that are in the works, like BDSM, Ménage, M/M and Horror. As well, Kayden is a freelance Graphic and Cover artist, a Cover Artist for XOXO Publishing, and an owner of Otherworlds Publicity and Siren Book Reviews.

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Excerpt:

A scream sounded from down one of the alleys I’d crossed, but paid no mind while I set my course to where I’d been bid.

Let the humans rot this night, I thought bitterly. Or any other.

What had they done for me? Nothing. Yet I had been borne to be their humble servant, directed by rules I’d never had a say in. Screw it. Screw them. Fuck the world.

I walked down the darkened streets of this forsaken town of lust, greed and sloth, an hour past the twilight settling upon the horizon. I had been a beautiful sunset this eve, with deep hues of violet, crushed orange and vivid blood red. Though I hadn’t enjoyed it.

I didn’t take such pleasures in simple things. I didn’t delight in much anymore—hadn’t in many a year.

The human screamed for help again, and my hand flew up in an unconscious rude gesture in the direction from where it’d come. Another, farther ahead—a painter no less—babbled about needing an idea for a new project.

I rolled my eyes. Fat chance.

That would be my department.

My name is Liwet, the “angel” of inventions, inspirations. A muse. However, I wasn’t pristine as most thought me. I’d been shunned from the normal crowds of my realms, who knew what I was on sight.

I am a demon and an angel, a dirty half-breed, to be pushed to the shadows and forgotten.

But I had long since come to terms with all of this. I tended to stay at the edges of all societies, and took part of none and looking in. Life shopping, I called it. Sort of like window shopping, but I didn’t get to gaze at things I wanted to buy. I just wished it went both ways.

The angels shunned me, but the demons…They wanted me, badly. The supreme notch on their bedposts, to be screwed and discarded, the perfect conquest compared like the women who trolled these streets, ignorant of us.

Most of them were arrogant assholes I could never stand to be near enough to talk to, let alone see naked. Though some were acceptable to be around for short periods of platonic time.

I headed into the darkened back entrance of the Red Corkscrew a bar that fronted the ocean cliffs. It had been named this, because this was the nickname of the Salix matsudana, trees imported from China and planted around the bar. The stems twisted at sharp angles, their color a vivid shade of orangey scarlet, a startling shade to the eye this far into winter. The owner had been quite insistent on these trees be planted everywhere on the one-acre property.

The man had always been strange like that. He was also my half-brother.

The moment I’d passed the threshold into the building, I knew he was there, but not a second before he let me.

“Li,” Mastema greeted from the empty back of the kitchen. I could hear the sounds of food being cooked and clinking plates from around the corner, made by demon hands. We weren’t alone, and no doubt brother dear planned this meeting that way.

Mastema was a full demon, one who kept the underworld from interference of his life, by staying quiet. This surprised me, since his life’s purpose was to tempt men toward sin. Even more ironic, he rarely partook in any himself. Mastema denied his most basic principles and instincts, to stay out of hell. And unlike his dangers of damnation, I was exempt, unless I broke the sacred laws applied to being one of the Guides to humanity. Hadn’t happened yet, but I rode the line often, never actually crossing it. Always could, I supposed.

“Why have you called me here?”

“I need you to work tonight. We are unusually busy, and I do not like so many humans mixing with my people, without proper balance in case something happens.”

In other words; he needed someone to kick ass and take names if his brethren stepped out of line. Someone who wasn’t him. Great. Gotta love diplomacy.

“Why me, Mastema?” I asked, determined to be purposely “dumb.” Even though he didn’t let it show, it pissed him off. Good.

And I was just in that kind of mood. Thankfully, half of my status put me almost on his playing field—almost. He had a millennia or two on me. Did wonders for someone’s power.

I made up for it in the pure-pissed-off-bitch factor. I’d had to from square one. The higher powers had decided I wasn’t allowed to learn about certain capabilities I’d been born with, from either side. This, in effect made my best attributes dormant and useless to me. They wanted me this way. Couldn’t have an “angel” running about with demon super-powers. Or some crap like that.

Mastema took on my expression. “You’re being unreasonably pissy tonight.” He crossed his arms over the black material stretching over his wide chest. His thick, muscular body was covered in ritual blue-jeans and a t-shirt, just tight enough to show he was ripped. He’d once told me women liked it. I didn’t know. Being his sister didn’t allow me an opinion on it. “In fact, a lot lately.”

I didn’t reply to the statement. I wanted to turn and leave, though if I did, Mastema would only talk me into staying. Had I left in his time of need, one of my few sanctuaries would be lost to me, until my brother had unruffled his feathers. That could be decades. Immortality wrecked havoc one’s conception of time.

“What do you need?”

“You, on the bar,” Mastema muttered. “Nicor heard about a thunderstorm near to coast and…”

“Decided to go play in it?”

My brother nodded, but never with disgust. Full-blood demons that chose to stay on earth for long periods very rarely had the chance to act or be who they really were. When the chance presented itself, they took it.

“I allowed him to go—it has been too long for him to touch base with himself. Acting human so much does things to a demon’s mind.”

I winced. In a backward way, the barb had been intended for me, not Nicor.

“Of course,” I relented.

“I suspect the rush will only get worse the later it gets. But I do have to warn you… Oriax is here tonight, with his friends.”

My mind stilled from hearing that damned name! “What?” This time, I didn’t act stupid for any petty impulse. The sheer memory of the man did one of two things; froze me solid, or made my blood boil. “You expect me not to throw something at him in the course of an entire evening? Fifteen minutes is pushing it.”

Mastema rolled his eyes, then pushed off of the counter’s edge, with a sleek roll of threatening sinew. “Behave.”

The warning didn’t go unheeded, though my eyes darkened and burned when he turned from me and began walking further into the kitchen. I followed only somewhat dutifully. We cut around the corner, emerging into the timeless art and war of fast-paced cooking. Ten or so bodies moved with methodical energy and flow.

Not a human in the bunch.

None of the minor or half-blood demons looked up from what they were doing. Their movements would be blurry to an untrained eye, with too quick dexterity they didn’t bother to hide in the safety of the enclosed kitchen.

The smell of grilled beef and frying oil for the fries wafted to me, making my stomach rumble. Though I wouldn’t eat most of what these demons served. The demonic clientele didn’t care for their meat cooked. The staff would just barely sear it on the outside, so the humans who ventured in here couldn’t tell the difference at first glance. Happy mediums.

I snagged a fry as I passed, bringing it half-way to my mouth when Mastema whirled, with a nasty scowl on his face.

“What? Did you want me to put it back?”

Mastema shook his head. “You know you may eat anything you want.” He stared behind me so hard, I turned my head to see what was there. “But we have a problem.”

“You always have a problem—whatever could it be this time?”

He growled at my impertinence. “Have you fallen so low that you walk in this realm with your wings exposed, and making no move to hide them? Are you looking to get thrown into the hell realms?”

“Humans cannot see them whether I conceal my wings or not,” I replied coldly.

The fry cook looked up from his station with shining black eyes. Our gazes connected, and I knew then he approved of my refusal to act as if I were the other race.

“Those are the rules. You risk a great deal to break them. We are granted very limited access to this world, and you are part demon. You have the obligation to keep your nose clean—you never know when you just might mess it up for the rest of us.”

“I tire of living in secret,” I argued. “If I had the same benefits the rest of you do…”

Mastema snarled, raking a hand through his hair. “I might have more power and ability to use them, I will give you that. However, I am not permitted to do anything with them, any more than you can. Just by being here on earth, we have to act like we don’t even exist. Every wrong move you make, tightens the collar around the necks of the rest of us.”

I hated it when he made sense! My stubborn nature reared its head nonetheless. “I will no longer be spurred under someone else’s terms. Only full-bloods can see these black-feathered contraptions and the otherworldly glow those angels gave me, the same combination that condemned me from birth. So now, I will be upfront about it. At least then I can see their sneers upfront, know what they think, before they even say a word.” My chin went up. “I am sorry if it causes you danger, I really am.” I spoke to the kitchen as a whole, who had stopped around me. Had my words been so very shocking? My brother’s eyes had softened, causing a similar reaction in the very small part of my heart holding affection for him. “I have to feel like I’ve done something to be an outcast. Mastema, don’t take that from me.”

“You risk much.”

“And you’re a coward,” I whispered. They all were. “Just because I cannot see your wings nor horns, does not mean they are not there. You have modified the color of your skin, so it looks more tanned than burnt red, but it is only a secondary appearance to what you really look like.”

“And your point?”

I swore every set of lungs around us stopped breathing, awaiting my answer. “This is what I look like.”

With a curt nod, Mastema’s falsely blue eyes hardened into ice-chips. Really, they were a pitiless black. The absence of color stretched from lid to lid—like the fry cook’s. My brother didn’t care for my assessment. He couldn’t deny it either.

“So be it, sister. But if the powers that be come down on your head…”

“It’s on me, Mastema. Promise.”

“Let’s go then. We have quite the crowd to keep happy tonight.”

Other:

Ascending Hell
Demon Queen #2
Kayden McLeod
Genre: Fantasy (Angels, Demons, Hell)
Length: Novella
Publisher: XOXO Publishing
Summary:
When a deal with the Devil goes horribly wrong, Liwet will be ascending hell
After eleven hundred years, Liwet is forced to halt walking her own path. She has countless aspirations in her life. But becoming a Demon Queen? Underworld affairs never registered on her ambition’s Richter scale. Political pawns close in around her, and Liwet must discern friend from foe. She has two days until her wedding, which will set her on a journey to the crown. If she can survive the assassination attempts long enough to say “I do.”

Book Review:

            So Liwet is a half angel and half demon… all I could think was “how in the world did that happen?”  And it frustrated me to no end that it wasn’t explained.  I wanted to know more background information.  What there was in the story I enjoyed very much, but I felt like it would have benefitted from two to three more chapters that explained the family history and the angelic side of things.  Instead we get lots of information about the demonic side of things.   It was great, well written, funny, sad, sweet, etc. 

            So I am looking forward to reading book 2 in the hopes that it fills in some of the gaps left by book 1.

            I give this book 3.5 out of 5 clouds.

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