Sunday, April 7, 2019

Shadow Hunter (Rosie O'Grady's Paranormal Bar and Grill, Book 1) by B.R. Kingsolver

Release date: April 7, 2019
Subgenre: Urban fantasy

About Shadow Hunter: 

 

When my magic manifested at puberty, my parents sold me to the Illuminati. They trained me as an assassin, spy, and thief. But when they sent me to steal a magical artifact that reveals Truth in all things, I discovered that I was working for the Dark and not the Light. The Illuminati trained me well, and paid the ultimate price for their deception.

Thousands of miles away, I landed a job in a quirky little bar. But the scattered remnants of the Order still strive for world domination, and no one leaves the Illuminati alive.

 

Excerpt:

 

Around midnight, I felt a strange wash of magic from the front door. A man in a long raincoat came in, shook himself, and hung the coat on a peg where it dripped onto the floor. He walked over to the bar, his shoes squishing. He wore a dark business suit, a white shirt, and a tie. His skin was a Mediterranean olive shade, and his dark hair was very short on the sides, with sort of a flat-top. If Sam was the innkeeper from Central Casting, I decided this guy must be the cop that Sam had mentioned.
“Good evening,” he said.
“Good evening. What can I do for you?”
“Hot coffee.”
I went and poured a cup. The pot was about five hours old, as I was the only one drinking it, but I didn’t see any need to make a cop feel any more welcome than I had to.
“You’re new,” he said when I pushed the cup across the bar. I took the two dollars and rang it up, then gave him fifty cents in change.
“I get that a lot,” I said. “There are some very observant people who come in here.” I had heard that about fifty times that night, and it was starting to get on my nerves.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Jenny was leaning against the far end of the bar watching us.
“I was wondering, you didn’t happen to come into town last night, did you?”
I was trained too well to react, but inside, I readied myself for action. Someone would have found the vampire and probably reported him to the police.
“I don’t remember,” I said. “It’s such a welcoming place that I feel like I’ve been here all my life.”
His face tightened.
“It was just a question,” he said.
“And I don’t answer personal questions from people I don’t know, especially from policemen who don’t identify themselves.”
He straightened, reaching inside his jacket and pulling out his ID. “Detective Lieutenant Jordan Blair. And you are?”
“Erin.”
He waited, but when I didn’t volunteer my last name, he finally gave up. “Did you come into town last night, Erin?”
“Yes, I did.” I almost chuckled, realizing that Liam had the perfect tactic for dealing with cops and lawyers.
“The reason I’m asking is a man’s body was found a few blocks from here this morning. Between here and the bus station. You didn’t happen to see anything unusual last night, did you?”
I shook my head. I wasn’t sure what was usual. I had been in cities where vampires munching on the locals was quite common. “Is it unsafe to walk around here at night? I have to take the bus home after my shift.”
“It might be best to have an escort wait with you at the bus stop,” he said.
I caught myself biting my lower lip and stopped it. “Thank you. I’ll try and take that advice. No one told me this is a dangerous neighborhood.”
“Well, I wouldn’t go that far. It’s normally pretty safe.” He looked around the room. “There are some interesting characters who hang out around here, though.”
“Really? Such as?” I leaned forward over the bar and craned my neck, looking back and forth over the crowd of wildly eccentric people I had been serving all evening. One guy near the dart boards was juggling three glasses full of beer. The remarkable thing was that he wasn’t using his hands, just his magic.
He turned slowly and kind of blinked at me. I tried to give him the most wide-eyed and innocent expression I could manage.

 

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About B.R. Kingsolver:

BR Kingsolver, author of the Telepathic Clans and Chameleon Assassin series, grew up surrounded by writers, artists, myths, and folklore in Santa Fe, The City Different, in the Land of Enchantment.

After living all over the US and exploring the world--from Amsterdam to the Romanian Alps, and Russia to the Rocky Mountains--Kingsolver trades time between Baltimore and Albuquerque. With an education in nursing and biology and a Master's degree in business, Kingsolver has done everything from construction to newspaper editor and jewelry to computers.

Kingsolver, a passionate lifetime skier, currently spends time writing and working with computers while living nine blocks from the harbor in Baltimore as servant in residence to a very demanding cat.

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Friday, April 5, 2019

Speculative Fiction Links of the Week for April 5, 2019


It's time for the weekly round-up of interesting links about speculative fiction from around the web, this week with tributes to Vonda N. McIntyre, the 2019 Hugo Award and 1944 Retro Hugo Award finalists, Star Trek Discovery, Shazam!, the new Twilight Zone, season 2 of American Gods, Us, Dumbo, The Matrix at twenty, false allegations against Ed McDonald and much more. 

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Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Rise of a Necromancer by Rosie Scott

Release date: March 31, 2019
Sub-genres: Dark Fantasy, Horror, Sword and Sorcery


About Rise of a Necromancer:


Many people want Cerin Heliot dead.

While studying to be a mage at a prestigious university, Cerin is seized by an obsession with necromancy. When his secret knowledge of the forbidden magic is discovered, he becomes one of the nation’s most-wanted criminals overnight, sending his life into a tragic downhill spiral.

In this gritty story of survival, Cerin learns the hard way that to make it in a cruel world, he must become its match. Rather than run from the law forever, he builds an undead army to face it and make it fear his name. When all living loved ones are lost, Cerin must rise to be a master of the dead.



Excerpt:


Steel skidded along steel as the orc and I locked ourselves in a deadly embrace. Just behind my foe, one skeleton and two fleshy zombies hobbled to our fight to aid me. The orc gritted his teeth until his incisors broke open his lip, doubling down on his weapon. I did the same with both hands on my scythe, buying time.

A mercenary corpse was first to defend me, hacking into the orc's torso wound to deepen it. The orc roared and broke our embrace so suddenly I nearly fell into him. As he spun and grabbed the corpse's head with his free hand, I screamed hoarsely with effort and sliced my scythe through the air at his right arm. The curved blade hooked around his inner elbow. The wound sprayed blood even before I jerked my weapon back, splitting tendon and cutting through veins until the orc dropped his ax.

The orc paid little attention to his wounded arm, his mind set on defeating the zombie defender. He lifted the corpse up in the air by its cranium before slamming it into the forest floor headfirst. The skull exploded like a grape, unleashing a geyser of corroding brains. Bits of bone ricocheted off surrounding trees like pebbles of marrow.

Weaponless, the orc spun to me and threw a punch. I managed to hold my ground as it shattered my magic shield. I situated my scythe on my belt and summoned spells in both palms to refresh protections for me and my minions. Then, since this orc had been such a nuisance, I raised the corpse he'd just defeated to anger him.

Tendrils slithered over moist mosses to do my bidding, finding the bits of shattered skull and encapsulating them in a cool hug. Pieces of bone rolled over blood splattered plant-life to reunite. The mercenary corpse rose, leaving its unnecessary brain matter on the forest floor and shambling forth with a skull that now appeared made of as much black magic as it was bone.

An angered huff burst from the orc's nostrils as he saw his victory was short-lived. I smirked in response.

The orc flew at me with a flurry of punches. I continually backed away, leeching from him with both hands, satisfaction filling me as I watched his movements slow. Minions chased after him like scavenger animals, drawing blood from new wounds. I directed the dead to target his legs, and they loyally complied. With one dramatic sweep of a scimitar, a corpse dealt the incapacitating blow across the back of the orc's knee, just between shredded leather armor. The brute fell face-first to the forest floor, still heaving enraged breaths.

I dispelled my magic and grabbed my scythe once more. I walked up to the orc's right side, avoiding his good arm as he tried to snatch my boot. With a cry of adrenaline, I brought the scythe down in a curved arc, swinging the blade between his vulnerable throat and the ground. Blood audibly drained with the cut, but he only gurgled on it. I put a boot to his upper back and jerked the blade upward, cutting through the trachea. Wheezing echoed out before the orc finally went still.



About Rosie Scott:



Rosie Scott has been writing novels for over twenty years and publishing since 2010. She writes unconventional adult dystopian, fantasy, and science fiction novels which are partial to themes such as warfare, gray morality, and rebellion. Obsessed with the human psyche and how experiences, events, and trauma can transform a person, most of her books have protagonists who walk just off the path of being a hero. Rosie loves building characters from the ground up with different viewpoints and backgrounds, having them interact uniquely with one another, and then playing with their mortality in her novels because she believes no character should ever be invincible.
Rosie’s novels tend to explore darker themes and are not for the faint of heart. No philosophical question is unable to be examined. No character is immune to death. No hero is truly righteous. Rosie has a penchant for writing unapologetically strong characters, brutal inconveniences, and crude humor, and she will forever test limits by exploring questionable morality and scenes of gore. Rosie loves entertaining with long battle sequences and witty banter, but she also seeks to plant questions in her readers’ minds that will stick with them for long after a book is read.
Besides writing, Rosie spends her time video gaming via her gaming PC and twelve consoles, collecting medieval and video game weapon replicas, sketching the characters she creates, and building models of medieval siege weapons and cars. If she isn’t writing about bloody warfare and conquest in one of her novels, she is probably leading an army with a mouse and keyboard.
Rosie Scott is continually writing to please her fans. She invites you to visit her blog at http://www.rosiescottbooks.wordpress.com, where fan art, timelines, maps, and fun facts about her books await. You may also follow her mailing list at http://eepurl.com/c6SRB9 to be informed of new releases. All business inquiries can be sent to rosiescottbooks@gmail.com.

Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Clarion's Call (Pirates of the Milky Way, Book 2) by Jaxon Reed

Release date: March 14, 2019
Subgenre: Space opera

About Clarion's Call: 

 

The SLS Excelsior has a million credit bounty on her, and pirate captain Christopher Raleigh leads his crew to claim the prize. But with the Digital Assassin and the Tetrarch's daughter onboard, no plans can ever be safe.

When Space Marines recapture Jillian in the midst of battle, Raleigh and his crew have to find a way to get to Clarion and take her back. Or die trying . . .

Don't miss the second installment of this action-packed space opera adventure!

 

Excerpt:

 

Chapter 1


“Come on, you two. You can do better. Wotta bunch of weenies.” 

Granny put both fists on her hips and looked down on the mat where Skylar and Raquel lay panting. They were all barefoot and wearing gym shorts below their t-shirts.

“I don’t get it,” Skylar said between breaths. “How can someone so petite be strong?”

“I don’t get how someone so old can be in such good shape,” Jillian said, equally winded. 

“Okay, that does it missies. Get up so I can kick your butts again.” 

Both younger women sprang up from the mat and rushed Granny at the same time. She sidestepped and tripped Skylar, then swung around and grabbed Jillian’s arm, turning her forward momentum into a flip. 

Jillian fell end over end and landed on the mat again with a loud, Splat!

“Who looks old and petite now?” Granny said. She cackled and walked over to offer the women a hand up.

They were a week into the voyage to Pegasi Station aboard the Ultima Mule, and already the three roommates had formed a bond while sharing quarters. 

Skylar and Jillian, closer in age, had more to talk about with each other. In previous voyages, Skylar kept mostly to herself, interacting with her brother Samuel and rarely spending time with others. Now that he was gone, she turned to these two for companionship.

Granny served in a matronly role, freely offering advice. She also willingly served as the odd person out for the other two to gripe about.

Granny said, “Two women are friends. With three women, someone is going to become the target of the other two. So I’ll be you gal’s target. If you can hit me!” 

Indeed, Skylar and Jillian found themselves griping about the older woman frequently. Part of it had to do with their inability to take her down during these sparring sessions.

“What do you call this again? What’s this style?” Jillian said.

Granny said, “The flips are from Aikido. It’s a type of fighting that uses your opponent’s weight against them. It’s particularly useful for women because the fellas are usually bigger than we are.

“Now, my other techniques are based on Krav Maga. That’s for close quarters combat. You girls need to learn some fundamentals, first. Like how to roll when you fall, for instance. If you were to have gone down on a hard floor like that, Princess, you might have busted your neck.”

Granny grinned at them and pulled out a cigar she had hidden on her person somewhere. She stuck it in her mouth, unlit, and kept smiling. 

“I’m gonna hit the shower and have some lunch. See you gals at mess!” 

She walked out of the gym, leaving the younger women alone. 

Skylar said, “She must have some anti-aging nanobots in her system or something. I swear she can’t be 73 years old. Nobody that age can move like that.” 

Jillian cracked her neck and rubbed the small of her back. Granny was right. Without the mat her fall would have hurt much worse. Plus she was beginning to wonder if her long hair was going to become a problem. It certainly did not seem conducive to fighting. 

She said, “Chris says that’s her real age. I think she just stays very active. She’s certainly limber enough.” 

Skylar gave her a lopsided grin. Nobody onboard the Ultima Mule called Captain Christopher Raleigh by his first name, except Jillian Thrall. 

Skylar said, “Come on let’s go back to the cabin. After lunch we can resume your shooting lessons.” 
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The elevator door to the flight deck corridor opened. Skylar and Jillian stepped out, now well fed, showered, and dressed again in grey slacks and brown boots below fresh white t-shirts. 

The corridor looked ribbed, with metal protrusions sticking out of the wall every couple of meters, each stretching from ceiling to floor.

“I meant to ask, Skylar, what are these for?”

Jillian pointed at one of the extensions.

“These are barricades to hide behind if someone tries to board us. They would land on the flight deck and try to shoot their way through to the elevator. Our people would take cover behind the barricades and try to keep them holed up at the doorway. It’s a fairly common defensive measure. You should have seen the size of the entrance corridor on the Aquamarine, they had something like a hundred soldiers waiting for us. Of course, Samuel and I took care of things.” 

Skylar put her palm on an armory panel near the elevator and it hissed open, showing rack after rack of rifles and pistols.

“Can anybody open the armory?” Jillian said. “Seems like it would be more secure.” 

“The Captain, Quartermaster, and First Officer can open it without question. When a regular member like you or me tries, Lootie makes a decision. If she needs to, she’ll query the Captain directly. In this case, she knows we are about to practice shooting, so she’s not overly concerned. No doubt she’ll keep an extra eye on us while we have the guns out, though.” 

She handed Jillian a rifle and took one for herself, then closed the panel door.

Jillian said, “At least we don’t need Granny for this.” 

Skylar said, “Yeah, this is my preferred method of fighting. A gun levels the playing field, you know? It doesn’t matter how big they are, you can always take them down with one of these.” 
She patted the rifle affectionately. Jillian shivered. She knew that Skylar and her brother had killed a lot of people. 

They slung the rifles on their backs and walked out on the flight deck. They weaved between fighter drones, heading for the large hexagonal opening with a force field on the side of the ship serving as the flight deck entrance. The opening shimmered red and they watched the stars wink by as the ship teleported once every second. 

Skylar said, “Give us two moving targets, please Lootie. And a score counter.” 

Round holograms the size of dinner plates appeared in front of the force field, moving in random patterns. The number zero showed on the top left of the hexagonal opening, and another one on the right.

“You always beat me at this,” Jillian grumbled. 

Skylar said, “I’ve just got more practice.” 

“I know. Before I joined the company, I never even touched a gun before.” 

“You’ve come a long way, girlfriend.” 

Skylar raised her rifle and shot the first hologram circle. The number on the left turned into a one. Jillian shot at her circle and missed, She fired three more times before finally hitting it. Skylar shot two more during that time. 

Half an hour later, they called it quits. Skylar had shot 111 discs while Jillian managed to hit 82.
“You’re getting better,” Skylar said as they walked back toward the corridor. 

Jillian rubbed her arm where it cramped from holding the big gun for so long. Despite her muscle pain, she was happy with her score. It was a new personal record.

They heard a Ding!from the distant elevator and a moment later Rodrigo Diego-Rodriguez, the ship’s pilot, stepped out of the corridor. He looked around, but failed to see the two women among the fighter drones out on the tarmac. Instinctively Skylar pulled Jillian down behind one of the small crafts, and they remained hidden.

Satisfied of his privacy, Rodrigo pulled out his portable radiation absorber from a pocket and pressed the button on top. A cloud of silver pixels formed, quickly coalescing into the beautiful blonde and silver shape of Raquel Kirkland. 

He handed her a plate of food from the mess hall then stuck his hands in his pockets while she wolfed it down in front of him.

When she finished, she stepped very close to him and looked up into his face. 

“Thank you for taking care of me, Roddy. I’m so sorry about what I did before. I don’t know what came over me. But I am so glad you are my bondholder now. You’re the best bondholder I’ve ever had. And I mean that with all my heart.” 

The plate crashed to the floor as he took her into his arms and kissed her passionately.

 

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About Jaxon Reed:

Jaxon Reed is a science fiction and fantasy author. Amazon's digital imprint, Kindle Press, selected his book The Empathic Detective for publication through Kindle Scout. Recently the sequel, Ghostsuit, was also awarded a publishing contract through Kindle Scout. He is the author of Thieves & Wizards, an epic fantasy, and The Redwood Trilogy, a science fiction series. Jaxon is an Aggie, living in Texas on a ranch with his wife and boys, several cats, and one pound dog.