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Friday, May 5, 2017
Summer Storm (Author-BOBASEJax-The Enigmas Series) interview on the Hang...
TGIF! This is why we truly love what we do, and feel so blessed. Here we are so fortunate to be hangin with Summer Storm with her very first book from the floor of her very first signing at bobasejax17 Author Page Book Obsessed Babes Author Signing Event-Jacksonville, FL, in Jacksonville, Florida! Thanks for this truly great chance Taira Wilds! It is so terrific to a part of launching this amazing creator's journey!
Thanks to Some'n Unique Magazine, LLC, WordFire Inc & WordFire Press, Florida Book News, Famous Faces & Funnies, and Space Coast Comixx for helping to share such great creators with the web! Here it is, this is what we're truly all about!
Friday, March 31, 2017
Entertaining and Enjoyable Read for People of all Ages! (On A L.A.R.P. by Stefani Deoul)
Entertaining and Enjoyable Read for People of all Ages, March 31, 2017
Not typically one for a YA story, (well not anymore), I am so glad I decided to take a look at this one. Stefani Deoul really put all her knowledge and experience as a story-teller on both the page and the small screen to work to deliver a dynamic and immersive as well as original tale. As she describes, On a LARP introduces us to a young teen coder (That’s compu-speak for all of us middle aged folks). Sid Rubin is a typical teen smartass, well typical if your teen is a super-smart high school kid with a strong conscience and a knack for solving problems. (Happily mine were).
The secret to a great YA story to me is in the point of view. It is important to feel yourself, no matter how old you are in the shoes of the protagonist, and from word one, Deoul puts her readers there fro page one.
“Do any of you know the truly scary part about being seventeen?” Answer: “Your brain doesn't actually know, understand or care what it can't do; and, while this sounds great in theory, in my particular case, my under-developed brain apparently didn't know I couldn't fly. So I jumped . . . And I plummeted . . .”
When young Sid sees the photo of a murder victim during a field trip to the police station, her keen eye soon finds her and her friends chasing a “dark web” (another techno-term I’ve always loved) killer through the middle of a live action role playing game, and hey, who doesn’t want to LARP through a murder mystery.
This story is an energetic and youthful ride that really delves into the fascinating world of interactive role-playing (or L.A.R.P.-ing), Ted Talks, teenage heartbreak, suspicious parents, oh, and some really cool “Cosplay.”
This, of course, is not the first literary run for the award winning Deoul, who is the author of the novel The Carousel, and who has produced TV series such as The Dead Zone, Brave New Girl, and Haven, as well as being the executive in charge of production for the series Dresden Files and Missing, but tackling a YA story might have seemed like the road less traveled to her at first. It is, however, a path she navigated to perfection providing an entertaining and enjoyable read for people of all ages.
https://www.amazon.com/LARP-Rubin-Silicon-Alley-Adventure-ebook/dp/B06X6L1RKY
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
5.0 out of 5 stars-- An Urban Fantasy to Draw You In and Delight You
This a straight-forward and easy to read urban-fantasy that is certain to delight readers and immerse them in a gripping good against evil story without confusing ambiguity.
Cox’s writing has always focused on the interpersonal dynamics of real characters to tell terrific stories, and as tempting as it is to many writers to get caught up in a terrific fantasy setting, Cox is able to hit his mark and keep the action grounded in his characters.
Weighing in at 200 pages, this is a short and face-paced tale with an innovative and original style that will keep readers pinned to the page until the very end.
5.0 out of 5 stars Very entertaining and insightful tale!,
Murder. Mayhem. Intrigue. Racial tensions. When a charred body is discovered in the ashes of the Phoenix Hotel, all of these things are ignited and author Gwen Mayo pulls readers into a complex and well-crafted world of mystery and melodrama.
Mayo’s former Pinkerton Agent turned detective, Nessa Donnelly, is a character that readers won’t soon forget. She left an impoverished past behind to become one of Kentucky's most prominent detectives. Mayo’s thorough exploration of the character makes her all the more sympathetic and is bound to tether readers to the adventure.
This is a story that centers around a murder, but it is easy to suspend disbelief, as Mayo’s reach extends beyond the crime scene into the community and the interconnected lives of its residents.
Mayo writes,”Rival forces are threatening to pull the city apart as the murder ignites old hatreds. Klansmen attack a local police sergeant with family ties to O'Brien.”
This is story strikes a contemporary nerve and is more than a simple murder mystery as it delves into the complex dynamics of racial relations, small town interconnectivity, and human deceits.
Concealed in Ash is a slam dunk and a story that I found both compelling and entertaining!
Sunday, September 18, 2016
EXCLUSIVE: Special Excerpt (Deleted Scene) from the world for the new book YESTERDAY'S TOMORROW (Another Journey Begins)
Zero Hour + 01:03:00; 4:00 p.m. EST; University of North Florida, Jacksonville Florida; the Apartment of Terry and Sabrina Wagner
Terry Wagner was a newlywed husband and a student at the University of North Florida. He was just 24-years-old, but as his 6-foot frame filled half of the window, he stared out of his second-floor apartment at the increasingly chaotic streets of Jacksonville, he knew that he and his wife couldn’t stay in the city. The night before he had heard the deafening sounds of breaking glass, and what he could only presume was gunfire in the distance as he held his wife, Sabrina, and tried to sleep.
Until yesterday, Sabrina, a graduate of UNF herself, had been the contented 23-year-old bride setting up housekeeping for her and her husband in their first apartment. Life was largely divided between working her first job at the art gallery and choosing inexpensive and still quaintly charming furnishings for their fresh home. That all changed when the lights went out.
Now, only a day since the power went out, already the city streets just a short walk from campus were beginning to echo scenes from a Hollywood movie about urban unrest. The couple knew that in a few days, they wouldn’t be safe there.
“Bri, honey,” Terry said to his wife as her tiny 5-foot-5-inch body stealthily passed behind him walking toward their bedroom. “We have to leave. We can’t stay here. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I am sure it’s making people a little crazy.”
Sabrina agreed as she stopped only for a moment to run her fingers through his cropped blonde hair. She had already packed some clothes into an old hiking backpack that Terry kept in the closet. She never really understood why he had it. He wasn’t an outdoorsman of any kind and preferred to hunt goblins in video games to the prospect of hunting for a meal or fishing for any reason other than recreation.
“I’ve already packed a few things,” she told him as she passed from sight. Through the walls, he could hear her continue her thoughts out loud. “We just need to pack up some food and water and such. Then, we can get going. Where should we go?”
Terry thought of his mother in Melbourne, just about a 3-hour drive south from him. But without a working car even that seemed a daunting journey.
“I’m not sure, but we have to at least get out of the city and away from people,” he told her.
As Sabrina rifled through the closet to search for anything useful or meaningful as the pair prepared to leave, she found an old hand cranked emergency weather radio.
“Where on earth did you get this?” she asked. “You’re just full of surprises.”
Terry smiled. He had long forgotten the radio existed. He recalled now that his mother had given it to him when he first left for college. Florida was prone to hurricanes, and she told him she wanted to make sure he had it in case of an emergency. She had also told him to always make sure he had plenty of fresh bottled drinking water on hand and clean underwear — two pieces of advice he now wished he had heeded more readily.
“Well, mom was right,” he conceded as he took the small black radio from his wife’s hand and began to crank the plastic handle.
They heard the revving sound of the crank meant to power the radio as it whined with each turn.
“Do you think it works?” Sabrina asked.
“I’m not sure, but with a few more turns we might know what’s going on,” he replied.
Terry cranked the handle faster and harder until he saw the small red LED light atop the box glowing. He then turned the radio facing himself and began to turn the dial to find any signal. As the dial passed over station frequencies he knew were local news and music stations, the couple heard nothing but static. He slowly continued to turn the dial further and further up the range of radio frequencies until he heard the annoying high pitched tones of an emergency broadcast signal.
“This must be it,” he said hopefully. “It sounds like one of those tests on TV.”
Sabrina took her husband’s hand and turned her head to listen while her short, straight. brown hair brushed against his shoulder. She rested her head on the spot and listened as the message played.
“This is an Emergency Transmission. This is not a test. The Eastern Coastal area of the United States is experiencing massive power outages. Authorities believe that this is the result of a terrorist attack on the nation’s power grid infrastructure. Government officials have declared a state of emergency along the eastern Seaboard that extends as far westward as the Mississippi River. Residents are urged to shelter in place until emergency services are restored. Anyone compelled to travel, or traveling en route to the Western United States is urged to travel cautiously and avoid major population centers. Officials urge residents to remain calm. Roads and bridges may be severely congested. Reports indicate that most vehicles are inoperable at this time as are most cellular phones and other electronic devices. There will be updates every 60 minutes on this frequency and this national emergency broadcast will repeat during that period. Thank you and remain calm. This is an Emergency Transmission. This is not a test. The Eastern Coastal area …”
Sabrina clutched Terry’s hand and held it tightly pulling it to her chest. The couple seemed to gasp at the terrible news in unison.
“You’re right, Terry. We need to get away from the city,” she said frantically. In the past 27 hours she had not felt as helpless or desperate as she did now.
“Keep packing,” Terry told her. “We shouldn’t go to mom. She’s not any better off than we are if this is right. She’s likely with Robert and safe, at least as far as we know. We should head west.”
“Are you sure?” Sabrina asked concerned at the prospect of leaving their families behind.
“I’m as sure as I can be,” he responded attentively. “The recording said that out west was better. At least it’s supposed to be better away from the coast. So, we hike out along I-10 until we reach an area that isn’t blacked out. It might take a few days or maybe a week, but it’s the best plan we have. Once we can get a phone or something, my sister, Emily, is stationed out west. We can call her, and maybe she’ll know what’s going on.”
CRASH! TING! SPLASH!
The startled couple leaped frightfully together as the sound of a nearby window breaking shattered their collective calm and rational thought.
“The sooner the better,” Sabrina replied as she jumped slightly following the noise.
Terry stuffed three bottles of water into the top of his backpack and cinched the draw-string closed. He stuck another in the side pocket of the pack and pulled the cover flap over the top snapping it in place. On the small coffee table were two more bottles of water, and a cardboard box containing a six-pack ofdiet soda. He stuck one bottle in his loose pants pocket and handed the other to Sabrina.
“We’ll take this, too,” he said as he handed the box to his wife. “Put in in your school bag. “Grab some of the sandwich meats, and some of the cans of soup and stuff them in too.”
“I’ve got it,” she said. “Here’s the can opener. We’ll be okay, right?”
“We’re okay,” he answered confidently.
Terry wasn’t entirely sure of his answer. He couldn’t remember being as frightened as he was when he heard the radio broadcast. But, he knew he had to be strong. He knew he had to be confident that the couple could find a safe place. Terry knew he had to keep his wife confident of that, too.
“So, to Emily?” Sabrina nervously asked, in a mostly rhetorical voice. “Sounds good.”
With their bags packed as quickly as they could, and the small weather radio tucked under Terry’s arm, the couple headed out of their apartment door and down the stairs. Cautiously looking ahead and behind them, they crossed the street checking for any signs of trouble, they walked past a road sign that read simply:
“To I-295N”
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Terry Wagner was a newlywed husband and a student at the University of North Florida. He was just 24-years-old, but as his 6-foot frame filled half of the window, he stared out of his second-floor apartment at the increasingly chaotic streets of Jacksonville, he knew that he and his wife couldn’t stay in the city. The night before he had heard the deafening sounds of breaking glass, and what he could only presume was gunfire in the distance as he held his wife, Sabrina, and tried to sleep.
Until yesterday, Sabrina, a graduate of UNF herself, had been the contented 23-year-old bride setting up housekeeping for her and her husband in their first apartment. Life was largely divided between working her first job at the art gallery and choosing inexpensive and still quaintly charming furnishings for their fresh home. That all changed when the lights went out.
Now, only a day since the power went out, already the city streets just a short walk from campus were beginning to echo scenes from a Hollywood movie about urban unrest. The couple knew that in a few days, they wouldn’t be safe there.
“Bri, honey,” Terry said to his wife as her tiny 5-foot-5-inch body stealthily passed behind him walking toward their bedroom. “We have to leave. We can’t stay here. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I am sure it’s making people a little crazy.”
Sabrina agreed as she stopped only for a moment to run her fingers through his cropped blonde hair. She had already packed some clothes into an old hiking backpack that Terry kept in the closet. She never really understood why he had it. He wasn’t an outdoorsman of any kind and preferred to hunt goblins in video games to the prospect of hunting for a meal or fishing for any reason other than recreation.
“I’ve already packed a few things,” she told him as she passed from sight. Through the walls, he could hear her continue her thoughts out loud. “We just need to pack up some food and water and such. Then, we can get going. Where should we go?”
Terry thought of his mother in Melbourne, just about a 3-hour drive south from him. But without a working car even that seemed a daunting journey.
“I’m not sure, but we have to at least get out of the city and away from people,” he told her.
As Sabrina rifled through the closet to search for anything useful or meaningful as the pair prepared to leave, she found an old hand cranked emergency weather radio.
“Where on earth did you get this?” she asked. “You’re just full of surprises.”
Terry smiled. He had long forgotten the radio existed. He recalled now that his mother had given it to him when he first left for college. Florida was prone to hurricanes, and she told him she wanted to make sure he had it in case of an emergency. She had also told him to always make sure he had plenty of fresh bottled drinking water on hand and clean underwear — two pieces of advice he now wished he had heeded more readily.
“Well, mom was right,” he conceded as he took the small black radio from his wife’s hand and began to crank the plastic handle.
They heard the revving sound of the crank meant to power the radio as it whined with each turn.
“Do you think it works?” Sabrina asked.
“I’m not sure, but with a few more turns we might know what’s going on,” he replied.
Terry cranked the handle faster and harder until he saw the small red LED light atop the box glowing. He then turned the radio facing himself and began to turn the dial to find any signal. As the dial passed over station frequencies he knew were local news and music stations, the couple heard nothing but static. He slowly continued to turn the dial further and further up the range of radio frequencies until he heard the annoying high pitched tones of an emergency broadcast signal.
“This must be it,” he said hopefully. “It sounds like one of those tests on TV.”
Sabrina took her husband’s hand and turned her head to listen while her short, straight. brown hair brushed against his shoulder. She rested her head on the spot and listened as the message played.
“This is an Emergency Transmission. This is not a test. The Eastern Coastal area of the United States is experiencing massive power outages. Authorities believe that this is the result of a terrorist attack on the nation’s power grid infrastructure. Government officials have declared a state of emergency along the eastern Seaboard that extends as far westward as the Mississippi River. Residents are urged to shelter in place until emergency services are restored. Anyone compelled to travel, or traveling en route to the Western United States is urged to travel cautiously and avoid major population centers. Officials urge residents to remain calm. Roads and bridges may be severely congested. Reports indicate that most vehicles are inoperable at this time as are most cellular phones and other electronic devices. There will be updates every 60 minutes on this frequency and this national emergency broadcast will repeat during that period. Thank you and remain calm. This is an Emergency Transmission. This is not a test. The Eastern Coastal area …”
Sabrina clutched Terry’s hand and held it tightly pulling it to her chest. The couple seemed to gasp at the terrible news in unison.
“You’re right, Terry. We need to get away from the city,” she said frantically. In the past 27 hours she had not felt as helpless or desperate as she did now.
“Keep packing,” Terry told her. “We shouldn’t go to mom. She’s not any better off than we are if this is right. She’s likely with Robert and safe, at least as far as we know. We should head west.”
“Are you sure?” Sabrina asked concerned at the prospect of leaving their families behind.
“I’m as sure as I can be,” he responded attentively. “The recording said that out west was better. At least it’s supposed to be better away from the coast. So, we hike out along I-10 until we reach an area that isn’t blacked out. It might take a few days or maybe a week, but it’s the best plan we have. Once we can get a phone or something, my sister, Emily, is stationed out west. We can call her, and maybe she’ll know what’s going on.”
CRASH! TING! SPLASH!
The startled couple leaped frightfully together as the sound of a nearby window breaking shattered their collective calm and rational thought.
“The sooner the better,” Sabrina replied as she jumped slightly following the noise.
Terry stuffed three bottles of water into the top of his backpack and cinched the draw-string closed. He stuck another in the side pocket of the pack and pulled the cover flap over the top snapping it in place. On the small coffee table were two more bottles of water, and a cardboard box containing a six-pack ofdiet soda. He stuck one bottle in his loose pants pocket and handed the other to Sabrina.
“We’ll take this, too,” he said as he handed the box to his wife. “Put in in your school bag. “Grab some of the sandwich meats, and some of the cans of soup and stuff them in too.”
“I’ve got it,” she said. “Here’s the can opener. We’ll be okay, right?”
“We’re okay,” he answered confidently.
Terry wasn’t entirely sure of his answer. He couldn’t remember being as frightened as he was when he heard the radio broadcast. But, he knew he had to be strong. He knew he had to be confident that the couple could find a safe place. Terry knew he had to keep his wife confident of that, too.
“So, to Emily?” Sabrina nervously asked, in a mostly rhetorical voice. “Sounds good.”
With their bags packed as quickly as they could, and the small weather radio tucked under Terry’s arm, the couple headed out of their apartment door and down the stairs. Cautiously looking ahead and behind them, they crossed the street checking for any signs of trouble, they walked past a road sign that read simply:
“To I-295N”
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Thursday, July 14, 2016
WORDFIRE PRESS AND ARADIO BROTHERS STUDIOS ANNOUNCES COLT THE OUTLANDER BOOK SERIES
PART OF A MULTIMEDIA PUSH MONUMENT, CO.
Thursday, July 14, 2016 – WordFire Press has announced a joint venture with Aradio Brothers Studios to develop their successful Colt the Outlander series for readers who enjoy adventure and excitement in their science fiction. Colt the Outlander was created by the Aradio Brothers Dominic, RC, and Dante Pacella for the pages of Heavy Metal Magazine, the world’s premiere illustrated sci-fi fantasy magazine.
Colt the Outlander is a series about a rogue bounty hunter joined by his alluring yet deadly ladies. Together, they fearlessly scour the abandoned mining wastelands of Neb-6 for fugitives and treasures in fast-paced adventures.
Colt the Outlander is a series about a rogue bounty hunter joined by his alluring yet deadly ladies. Together, they fearlessly scour the abandoned mining wastelands of Neb-6 for fugitives and treasures in fast-paced adventures.
Colt the Outlander, an intellectual property by Aradio Brothers Studios, has ambitions to build their Colt intellectual property into a multimedia platform featuring video games, visual entertainment, comics and, of course, books. Aradio Brothers commented that, “Colt the Outlander has proven itself as great entertainment with amazing characters in a Retro Sci-Fi universe. Now is time to use that rich history and loyal fan base to reach entire new audiences that other mediums can provide. We are ecstatic to see our life’s work expanded upon by the likes of Kevin J. Anderson and the great authors at WordFire Press. It’s an exciting time to be a fan of Colt the Outlander.”
WordFire Press, under its publishers Kevin J. Anderson and Rebecca Moesta who are also internationally bestselling authors, has built an impressive stable of authors and storytellers. WordFire Press also publishes works by Frank Herbert (author of Dune), Pulitzer Prize-winning political novelist Allen Drury (Advise and Consent), New York Times bestsellers, Alan Dean Foster, Jody Lynn Nye, Robert Asprin, and Christie Golden, multiple award-winner Mike Resnick, Nebula award winner Gregory Benford, legendary comics writer Mike Baron, and Rush band member Neil Peart.
This is one of WordFire Press’s first forays into a multimedia tie-in, but with Publisher Kevin J. Anderson’s experience in tie-in properties like Star Wars, DC Comics and others, it will lead Colt the Outlander books on a clear path to success.
Kevin J. Anderson stated, “Colt the Outlander is the property that WordFire Press has been waiting for to bring in an exciting new readership. Aradio Brothers Studios have created a great world and characters for Colt the Outlander. Quincy Allen and I, along with other authors at WordFire Press, look forward to playing in that world and building upon it.”
WordFire Press and Aradio Brother Studios have jointly announced that a teaser novella written by Kevin J. Anderson will be available at the Dominic and RC Aradio’s tables in Artist Alley; AA-23 and AA-24 at the San Diego Comic Con. The first full-length Colt the Outlander novel will be written by Quincy J. Allen who has written Chemical Burn and The Blood War Chronicles. To be part of the adventure, follow us on Facebook at facebook.com/colt.theoutlander
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Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Will You Be Ready for a New World? (Yesterday's Tomorrow)
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Sunday, August 2, 2015
Florida Today Newspaper: Classic Hollywood who-done-it penned by Brevard author
G.W. Pomichter, a graduate of Florida Air Academy and Eastern Florida State College, has released his latest noir detective novel, “Lot 28” ($9.99, Create Space). Set in Hollywood in the summer of 1953, the story follows private eye William Lucky Marks as he investigates the murder of a famed director on the set of his blockbuster movie “Witness to the Act.” Marks must navigate the treacherous drama of Hollywood filmmaking, sort through the gossip and innuendo, and challenge his own prejudices to catch the killer before time runs out.In a news release, Pomichter describes the book as a classic mystery. “It is always fun to write a story with such amazing roots in modern literature,” Pomichter wrote. “With ‘Lot 28,’ I really wanted to have a bit of fun with the who-done-it style familiar from ‘Clue’or ‘And Then There Were None.’” The book is available at online retailers, and more can be found at gwpomichter.wix.com.
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