Welcome to The Book Nymph PR’s February Edition. We are pleased to bring you fantastic content from our authors. Enjoy. Inside you can find: The Club, a multi-author series Goblin Dames, Booze, and Bullets By, Lawrence BoarerPitchford Author Spotlight: Krys Fenner SHORTS by, Steven Woodford YA Dystopian Book Feature: Shadow of the Dragon Second Captive by, Maggie James I Can Cook: Light Lunches by, Marika Germanis Liquid Lust Announcement An Interview with Anna Othitis Spotlight: Netherworld: The Chronicles of Koa There’s Always Another One by, Michael Holman The Book Nymph PR Blogger Sign-Up Playing for Keeps by, Glenda Horsfall Aurora Snow Cover Reveal by, Lady Emmi Rue An Interview with Young
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Goblin Dames, Booze, and Bullets By Lawrence BoarerPitchford
Neal Opman stood in the shadow of a dark alley on Twenty Second Avenue and Pearl. On either side of him were old, crumbling, red-brick tenement buildings that the city condemned. He took out a pack of Tolkien cigarettes from his inside jacket pocket, tapped one out, and pulled it free with his lips. Taking his silver lighter, he ignited the tobacco and inhaled. Immediately his senses came into sharper focus and his heart raced for a moment. The nicotine had that effect on humans. A few days earlier a striking goblin woman came into Neal’s office. Her green complexion was a bit paler than the average goblin, and tears seemed ready to burst forth from her almond shaped blue eyes. She brushed back her dark raven-black hair and spoke in a sultry voice. “Mister Opman? I’m Tany Height. I want to hire you to find out where my husband is having an affair and who with.” Neal motioned to the leather chair in front of his desk. She sat and crossed her long and toned green legs. From her handbag she produced a pipe, the kind you’d see in a Lucy Calmore movie, and stuffed it with tobacco, then lit it. “Why do you think he’s stepping out on you?” Neal asked. “He’s working late every night; later than usual. Sometimes he doesn’t come home until early the next day. I found one of his shirts with black lip-paint on it, and it smelled of Euker brand perfume. I abhor Euker.”
She took a puff from the pipe and blew the gray sweet smelling smoke into the air above the desk. “Can I offer you a drink, Mrs. Height?” Neal asked. “Yes, thank you.” Neal stood and went to a wet bar across the room. Her dark blue eyes followed him closely. At the bar he removed two glasses and poured both half full with twenty five year old scotch. On his way back, he handed one to her. “Do you have any idea where he’s shacking up?” A tear rolled down her cheek. “I don’t.” “Don’t worry Mrs. Height, I’ll look into it for you. My fee is two hundred dollars a day plus expenses. “Thank you Mister Opman.” She stood and extended her hand. He gently took it in his. “My pleasure,” he said. She reluctantly withdrew her hand and turned to leave. “Give your information to my secretary and a picture of your husband,” Neal said. She left into the reception area. The door to the apartment opened and out came a male goblin in a navy blue pinstriped suit. It was Mr. Height. He looked around casually, removed a cigar and struck a match. He puffed on it until the end was glowing red, then strolled down the sidewalk. Neal waited, then stepped out of the alley. Walking along the cracked and uneven cement sidewalk, he kept his distance. Mr. Height ascended the stairs to the Fifth Avenue elevated train platform. Crossing the street, Neal followed up the stairs. At the top was a long platform made of wrought iron grates. He went over to a paper-stand and bought the morning edition. A few others came up the stairs; a lady with a child, a robe-clad monk, two young female elves, and a goblin with a black briefcase. The sound of the train rattled the metal grating as the black steam train towed
the clanking passenger cars to a halt. The doors opened and Mr. Height went in. Neal followed. A few moments later a whistle blew, and the cars jerked into motion. Neil sat down in an upholstered seat and opened the paper. Over the edge he watched Mr. Height closely. The goblin seemed without a care. He puffed on his cigar, and looked out the window. Folding the paper and tucking it under his arm, Neal glanced out the window. The skyline was changing from black and gray shapes to colorful majestic skyscrapers; the sun was coming up. The train began turning and heading into the city proper. Along the train’s path two story homes with gilded eaves dotted the area. Neighborhoods came and went. Mom and pop stores were coming alive with activity as the train descended into the Windgate Tunnel. The lights flickered, then went out, then came back up. Neal looked over at Mr. Height. The goblin looked asleep; his cigar dangling from his open mouth. Neal got to his feet and approached. Visible, just under the goblin’s double breasted suit lapel, was a dark spot of blue blood. Checking Mr. Height for a pulse, Neal realized he was dead. Neal turned to one of the elf girls. “Find a train cop, quick!” She took off and a few minutes later a train constable arrived. “What’s happened?” Neal looked up. “Someone murdered this goblin.” The constable looked shocked. “Hoky Mack!” he said. “Why would someone do that? I have to call ahead to the next station. This isn’t going to be good.” The constable went into the trailing car; the clack of the wheels slowed. Neal went to the window and looked ahead. The train station wasn’t far off. * * * Detective Robert Yore stood a few inches taller than Neal. His long gray trench coat was tied in the middle, and his equally gray fedora hat tilted precariously to the side. His elf eyes bore down on Neal. “So, you were shadowing this mug? Who hired you, and why?”
Neal sat down on a cracked wooden chair. He took out a cigarette and his lighter and puffed the white smoke into the air. “Look Yore, It’s just like I told you. This dame came in, asked me to-” “The goblin dame?” Yore interrupted. “Yes, she was a goblin,” Neal said. “She asked me to tail her husband. She was sure he was having an affair. I followed him to the train; got on behind him. The train rolled on, and we entered Windgate Tunnel. When we came out, he was just the way you found him; sitting in a seat leaking blood with a bullet hole in his lapel.” “I’ll need her name and all the information that you have,” Yore said. “You can come by later today and pick it up. Are you going to keep me here much longer?” “Get out of here,” Yore said. Neal walked to the door and exited. As he walked down the hall he saw two old friends. “Perry, how are you?” Neal asked. “Well if it isn’t Neal Opman. You back here working?” Neal laughed. “No amount of money could bring me back to police work. Not enough latitude in operating.” He turned to the other fellow. “Harris, what have you been up to?” “Perry and I have been put on vice. Since you left, things have changed around here,” Harris said. “I noticed that ‘ball-buster’ Yore hasn’t changed much,” Neal said. Perry laughed. “Same as ever.” * * * It was almost noon when Neal arrived back at his office. His secretary Tre was sitting at the reception desk. “Neal-.” “Hold up doll. Get Mrs. Height on the horn. Let me know when you got her. I’ve got to get some files.” He headed to his inner office. As Neal entered, two orc thugs grabbed him. Sitting behind his desk was a hulking fellow, balled head, and dark brown eyes; the local mob boss, Hurgro ‘Icepick’ Humphrey.
Humphrey stood. His tailored blue suit was stiff, as if a large amount of starch was used when pressing it. He walked around the desk and leered down at Neal. “I hear that you’re looking into the Height murder. Is this right?” He asked. “How the hell did you hear that? It aint even hit the papers yet!” Humphrey turned and walked over to Neal’s wet bar. Neal stifled a gasp, for just as legend had said, there were two tiny wings exposed just below Humphrey’s shirt collar. The little wings were beating furiously as the mobster picked up Neal’s twenty five year old scotch and poured two glasses full. He glanced back at Neal, turned and came over. “That’s none of your business. What is my business? Knowing if you’re investigating the Height murder.” Humphrey handed Neal the half full glass. “Height’s wife hired me to tail him. She thought he was cheating on her.” Humphrey sat on the edge of Neal’s desk and motioned with his hand for Neal to sit down in the guest chair. “Look, I’m just a common business fairy. I try to be reasonable in business matters. Now, I’ll ask you again – how do you know Mr. Height?” “I told you, his wife hired me.” Neal looked on the verge of outrage. “Rocco, Meat, help Mr. Opman to understand that I’m a serious man and don’t take kindly to flimflam.” Neal was lifted out of the chair. One of the large orcs held him while the other beat him in the stomach and ribs. The glass in Neal’s hand fell to the ground, bounced once, and spilled the contents on the floor. After a moment the two orcs stopped and put him back in the chair. “Mr. Height didn’t have a wife. He worked for me. I don’t take kindly to someone rubbing out one of my employees. Now I ask you one more time. Why were you tailing Height?” Humphrey said. “I swear,” Neal said through clenched teeth, “a goblin woman came into my office and hired me to tail him. I see now that I’ve been set up.” Humphrey eyeballed Neal for a moment then bent over and picked up the empty glass; his tiny wings still beating at a furious pace. He
handed the glass to Neal and went back to the wet bar. He came over with the bottle in his hand and poured another slug into Neal’s glass, then consumed his own in one draft. “Okay, so you’re a patsy,” Humphrey said. “What did the woman look like?” “She was green, beautiful, with full breasts and long legs,” Neal said. One of the orcs muttered, “Shylo.” “Shylo?” Neal asked. Humphrey chuckled. “So you don’t know everything. Shylo works for that dwarf bastard Patrick Shae on the east side. I should have known. She’ll get hers, I can tell you that.” He reached down and patted Neal on his left cheek. “No hard feelings gumshoe; a simple mistake. Don’t worry about it. I’ll take it from here.” He stood and made for the door. The orcs followed. Humphrey pulled the door open and Neal could see Tre standing and looking at the door, the phone in her hand as if she was about to make a call. “No need sweetie, he’s okay,” said Humphrey. “No harm done. Say, if you’re looking for a little extra scratch, come on down to my club. We could use a new dancer.” He eyed her like a ripe piece of fruit. “Come on,” he said to his two apes. All three left. Neal grabbed up his personal phonebook and quickly dialed. “Mrs. Height? This is Neal Opman. I have some information for you. Yes, I can meet you there… say eight thirty? Okay, good. I’ll be there.” He hung up. “Neal, you’re not seriously going to meet her are you?” Tre asked. “It’s the only way I’m going to get any answers. He looked at Tre. “She certainly could be a murderer, she was dressed to kill.” “That’s not funny!” Tre said. “If those mobsters find out, or find her first, you could get killed. You’d better turn this over to the cops – that friend of yours… Yore.” Neal smiled warmly. “Don’t worry baby, it’ll be fine.” He stood for a moment looking at her. “On the other hand, it might be good to have some backup. Call Yore and tell him that I’ve gone to the Opulent Boar
Nightclub to meet Mrs. Height at eight thirty. Don’t tell em about Humphrey though.” Neal walked over to the door. “I need some shuteye. Call me at home if anything happens here in the meantime.” He went to his apartment. The doorman said hello as he passed, and the elevator operator grinned at him as he got into the lift. “Tenth floor Mr. Opman?” “Not today Jimmy, make it the eleventh,” Neal said. “That’s a good one Mr. Opman, a real good one.” The young man laughed. The lift glided up smoothly and at the top floor, the operator opened the gate and then the door. “Tenth floor Mr. Opman.” “Thanks Jimmy.” Neal handed the kid a sawbuck. The operator tipped his little red hat and closed the door. Neal heard the grate close and lock, then the elevator descend. He walked down the hall to ten twenty, inserted his key, and went inside. * * * The clock showed six forty. Neal tried to think of what he was missing. Humphrey wasn’t lying – he had no reason to. How did Mrs. Height… or Shylo murder Mr. Height and why? It was only he, a monk, two elf girls, a lady with a child, and a goblin with a briefcase who got on the train with Height. Why the subterfuge in the first place? Why hire a private detective? It all stunk. He picked up the phone and dialed. “Hello, doll? I need you go down to the Hall of Records and see if Mr. Height has bought any real estate lately. It’s time we did something right for a change. Phone me here when you’re done.” He took a shower and shaved, then went out for a bite. He knew it would be a good hour before Tre was done. In the diner he picked up a paper as the waitress poured him some black coffee. On the front page it read, ‘Mobsters fight over illegal booze business’. “Just as I suspected,” he quietly said.
Tossing two bits on the table he went over to the pay phone. “Hello, let me speak to detective Yore. Yore? When you interviewed the people on the train, was there a monk in a robe? There was. What was his name? Her? Let me guess – a goblin woman, strikingly beautiful?” He hung up, left the diner and hailed a cab. “Take me to Fifteenth Avenue,” Neal said. The cabbie took off and wove his way through traffic. It took only twenty minutes to reach Fifteenth. “Wait here,” he told the man. Immediately he went to where the stairs to the train platform was. He looked around. Not too far was an alley with a large pile of garbage in the middle. Neal approached the pile, took a stick, and sifted through it. It took only a few probes to find the crumpled monk’s habit. Turning he went back to the cab. “Drive me to South Street and Sixteenth.” The driver took off, again weaving through traffic. Neal looked out the window. Neon lights blazed against a dark and sick cityscape. Bums, hookers, and dregs mingled along the sidewalks. The cab turned onto Fifteenth then around the block to South Sixteenth. Neal got out. “Wait here, I’ll only be a minute.” He went upstairs to his apartment. The phone was ringing as he entered. It was Tre. “Thanks baby, I owe ya dinner and a movie.” He hung up and went back down. “Take me to the Opulent Boar,” Neal said. It was after eight when the cab turned onto Forty Second Street. Ahead was the marquee of the Opulent Boar Nightclub. “Ya want me to wait?” the cabbie asked. “No,” Neal said and paid the man. He looked at his watch; eight twenty. He reached for the door and went inside.
Music was blasting out of the ball room, and loud chatter from the bar; typical for a nightclub. He went into the ballroom and scanned the tables. She was there. As he was walking down the aisle, he felt the barrel of a roscoe shoved into his back. “So, you do know her,” Humphrey said. “What’s this? Yore and a dozen cops came in. Shylo stood and bolted for the back door. “Yore, how nice it is to see you. I hope you put someone out back.” “Clam it Opman. What’s this all about?” Neal took out a smoke. “It’s like this; the guy I was hired to tail worked for Humphrey. He was buying up old breweries around town. This way the mob wouldn’t be linked to the purchases. Patrick Shae sent a hit man – or in this case woman, to stop Height from completing his purchases.” “I suspected that Ms. Shylo, the killer, was going to rub me out too – most likely lure me into the alley and put a pill in my hat. I banked that Humphrey would have one of his goons listen in on my phone line – and know where to find Shylo; and he did. Everything fell together for me when I realized that the only one on the train that I didn’t see their face was the monk.” “Why’d she hire you in the first place?” Yore asked. “Easy – she wanted me to find out where Height was hiding out while he was doing his dirty work.” In came a uniformed cop; Shylo was handcuffed. She looked at Neal and fluttered her eyelashes at him. “If things were different, we might have had some fun,” she said. “Where you’re going doll-face, no one has a fun time,” Neal replied. Neal arrived at his apartment. As he opened the door Tre was standing there, a glass of scotch in one hand and a smile on her face. “I got a scotch ready for you Neal, and a sandwich; thought you’d be hungry and tired.” Neal smiled. “Dog tired baby. Now, bring me that scotch and give this ole sour puss some sugar!”
***Author Spotlight*** Krys Fenner
Krys Fenner was born and raised in Florida. All her life, she has been a bit of an outsider, even in her own family. In 2010, she moved to Tennessee where she knew no one and had no familial support. Despite the distance, she is now closer to her family than she ever has been before. With encouragement from one another, she and her younger sister both returned to school. Krys is currently working on her Bachelor's degree and plans to
continue on to Graduate school. Although school has come a bit later in life, Krys hopes to use her experiences to make a difference in the world. Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KrysFenner Website: www.krysfenner.co Twitter: @krysfenner
SHORTS Steven Woodford
Short stories of three generations of a southern family, focused on a gay boy who grows up in a redneck town, moves to NYC, deals with love and loss, teaches theatre and becomes a music and theatre critic, rubbing elbows with celebrity in spite of prejudice. SHORTS Available on Amazon
YA Dystopian Book Feature Shadow of the Dragon
Title: Shadow Of The Dragon Author: Kyra Dune Genre: YA Dystopian Fantasy
Micayta’s world has long been gripped in the thrall of an endless winter that grows worse with the passing of time. Life is a constant struggle. Then catastrophe strikes the small town in which she lives, thrusting Micayta and her brother Pytaki alone into the snow laden countryside. To keep herself and her brother alive will take all the strength that she has. Then a mysterious stranger appears to complicate matters. Tech has an amazing story to tell, but is any of it true? Old wounds and betrayals make
Micayta slow to trust, but without Tech she and her brother will never make it across the countryside alive. Through bandits, wolves, and snowstorms, the three struggle their way to the city of Phadra. But the real danger lies within the city walls, where Micayta becomes a player in a deadly game with a dark-eyed mage. Nothing is what it seems. As the truth unravels, Micayta finds herself drawn into a struggle much bigger than she ever dreamed. Choices must be made and sides taken. But the question of who to trust is one not easily answered. Micayta will have to open her heart and find a way to let someone else in, or the flames that destroyed her home will consume the world. Excerpt A shadow drew Micayta’s eyes to the sky and for a moment she could only stare up in confusion at what seemed to be a large cloud floating slowly by. But as far as she could remember, there had never been clouds at night and certainly none so large, hanging so low over the rooftops. Then a building almost directly across the street exploded in a ball of flames, raining debris down on the street. Micayta stumbled back with a cry, the sudden sight and sound shocking her out of her stupor. She turned to run down a narrow alley between two buildings. Pale moonlight glinted off crimson scales. Another explosion rolled through the night and Micayta lost her footing on a patch of ice. She went down hard on the frosted ground. Her knee cracked against the ground and she cried out. For a moment, she lay panting with her face pressed against the ice. The scent of charred wood came to her on the wind, mixed with another, fouler scent that she could not place. Holding her knee, Micayta rolled over on her back and looked straight up into the face of a nightmare. Two long, black horns curved back from a reptilian face covered in crimson scales; sharp spikes ran all down a serpentine neck that was mottled with a faded shade of orange; clawed feet gripped the edge of the bakery roof; two leathery wings cast a dark shadow over the alley. The dragon’s black eyes gazed at something over the rooftops, seemingly oblivious to Micayta’s presence below.
About The Author Kyra Dune was born in Oklahoma, but spent most of her life travelling with her family. She is the author of more than twenty fantasy novels, including: Shadow of the Dragon, Elfblood, and Firebrand. As a child, her favorite stories were those that told of ordinary children being whisked away to magical lands. She has yet to find her own secret wardrobe or rabbit hole, but she hasn’t given up the search. You never know what might be waiting over the next rainbow.
Second Captive Maggie James Stockholm syndrome: the psychological tendency of a hostage to bond with his or her captor. What happens when you love the man you should hate? Beth Sutton is eighteen years old when Dominic Perdue abducts her. Held prisoner in a basement, she’s dependent upon him for food, clothes, her very existence. As the months pass, her hatred towards him changes to compassion. Beth never allows herself to forget, however, that her captor has killed another woman. She has evidence to prove it, not to mention Dominic’s own admission of murder. Then Beth escapes… And discovers Dominic Perdue is not a man who lets go easily. Meanwhile, despite being reunited with her family, she spirals into self-destructive behaviour. Release from her prison isn’t enough, it seems. Can Beth also break free from the clutches of Stockholm syndrome? A study of emotional dependency, The Second Captive examines how love can assume strange guises.
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About the Author
Maggie James is a British author who lives in Bristol. She writes psychological suspense novels. The first draft of her first novel, entitled His Kidnapper’s Shoes, was written whilst travelling in Bolivia. Maggie was inspired by an impending milestone birthday along with a healthy dose of annoyance at having procrastinated for so long in writing a novel. His Kidnapper’s Shoes was published in both paperback and e-book format in 2013, followed by her second novel, entitled Sister, Psychopath. Her third novel, Guilty Innocence, like her first two, features her home city of Bristol. S he has recently published her fourth novel, The Second Captive. Before turning her hand to writing, Maggie worked mainly as an accountant, with a diversion into practising as a nutritional therapist. Diet and health remain
high on her list of interests, along with travel. Accountancy does not, but then it never did. The urge to pack a bag and go off travelling is always lurking in the background! When not writing, going to the gym, practising yoga or travelling, Maggie can be found seeking new four-legged friends to pet; animals are a lifelong love!
I Can Cook: Light Lunches: A Children's Cookbook By, Marika Germanis Author Biography
Born in Zimbabwe, Africa I was fortunate and privileged enough to have had several years of cooking with my granddaughter Imogen who enjoyed cooking. Before she could even stand she was stirring pots from my arms. I take pleasure in writing these books for "Imsi" in memory of our early years together. We spent many enjoyable hours in the kitchen and I have no doubt she will one day be a Great Cook. We came from Africa where fresh healthy locally grown fruits, vegetables and meats were readily available grown and ripened in the natural unspoiled gardens and farms with a large percentage of organic growing and production.
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Come along and cook with your Children and have fun in the kitchen together with my ”I Can Cook” Children’s Very OWN Cook Book series by Granny Marika – easy, basic children's fun recipes ideal for beginners ages 4-12 year olds. Easy step by step instructions, with safety and health tips for your children while they cook they will instantly learn to make these
simple salads, puddings, desserts, baking recipes for their family and friends - with adult guidance and supervision. In NO time your “Precious Little Cooks� will be making these delicious recipes; pancakes, bread and butter pudding, jellos and more just like my granddaughter "Imsi" makes.
Reviews By Anna Othitis on July 5, 2014 Format: Paperback What a great idea! Marika has put together an amazing series of children's cook books. My daughter loved this book with its fun simple recipes. Cooking together has been a pleasure and a time to bond together in the kitchen being creative and preparing these quick and simple meals together. The book is not only for the children but can also be used by the parents. This review is from: I Can Cook: Light Lunches: A Children's Cookbook (My Children's Cookbook 3) (Kindle Edition) Another awesome children's cookbook from Marika, she is sure leading in this genre, well done!
Liquid Lust By, K.N. Lee Coming Soon! April 2015 www.knlee.com
An Interview with Anna Othitis Anna Othitis lived and was raised in the beautiful land and country of Zimbabwe, Africa (home will always be home. She left all of her life long memories, endless charity work and good people behind vowing that she will continue supporting the needy children in her land Zimbabwe, Africa and beyond. After traveling long and short distances from the East coast to the West coast twice she and her family eventually found their sense of belonging and final settling destination in New Jersey, USA. Her husband George, sons Johnny, Elia and Frankie encouraged her to write her first children's book titled "My First Travel Book", inspired by Frankie (Captain Frankie), who is graduating from his Masters degree in Aeronautical Science and beginning his career as a professional pilot. Anna's favorite saying is "Be Bold Be Brave". She was inspired to write her children's books with a vision to link up the children Africa and of the world on Angelic Airlines to so many beautiful places of interest and popularity on our wonderful planet Earth with all its beautiful some natural and some man made creations and resources. One of the beautiful natural wonders featured in her books is in her birth land of Zimbabwe "The Mighty Victoria Falls" All of her books educate our children and widen their scope of interest in the amazing surroundings, creations and nature to appreciate and look after our environment for many generations still to come. Where are you from? Gweru, Zimbabwe, Africa Why do you write?
I love to write children’s travel books. It takes children to popular destinations all over the world showing them what a wonderful and interesting world that we have beyond their borders. They can fly and travel from the comfort of their own homes, reading and educating themselves. Parents reading to their children on their laps can also learn so much of our world and earth out there. To teach our children about the world beyond them and teach them to preserve our environment - we only have one living earth of beauty always – to give back to humanity in some way or another. What inspired you to write your first book? I was inspired to start writing my first book when I came to the USA where our youngest son Frankie was given the opportunity to live his American Dream by taking up his pilot’s career. I love inspiring and encouraging children to live their dream like our son is doing. What genre do you typically write? Children’s Books Do you feel like you have a specific writing style? Yes I feel that I have a simple style in rhyming and other making it fun for the children to read and imagine themselves within the scenes. How long does it usually take you to write a book? A day to a week - depending on my work load. What do you do to conquer writer’s block? I love to listen to soft soothing music while I write, such as Enya. What can you tell us about your favorite character from your book? Frankie is our wonderful Captain pilot who takes children to visit beautiful and popular world destinations educating them and making it fun learning while they travel with him.
What actor or actress would you like to see play your character in the movie adaptation John Travolta What book are you reading now? “The Healer� by Christop Fischer What are your current projects? My work as an ABA Therapist, for wonderful young, autistic children. If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book? No Can you share a little of your work with us? Visiting wonderful sites, cities and countries, such as UK, USA, Africa, Canada, South America and more Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing? To get all information as accurate as possible and making sure the illustrations are as close as to the real destination. Do you have any advice for other writers? Never give up hope, stay focused keep writing and keep inspired. Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers? Welcome aboard our flights, relax and have fun while we fly you safely into our wonderful blue skies to enjoy these wonderful sites. Preserve the environment we only have one living earth of beauty always giving back to humanity in some way or another.
We would love to see you back again on our Angelic Adventures to discover more our earth that we live on.
MY FIRST TRAVEL BOOK Anna Othitis
Are you ready to take to the skies? Captain Frankie welcomes you on board. Come join the adventures of Captain Frankie and the Angelic Airlines flying angel as they travel across the world to some of the most popular, entertaining, and educational places in the world. Captain Frankie is waiting for you to book your ticket, safely stow your bags, and open your eyes to the beautiful places created for all of us to visit in My First Travel Book.
WHAT THE REVIEWS SAY ChristophFischerBooks "Chris" "My First Travel Book" by Anna Othitis offers a wonderful way to teach young children about famous and beautiful places of our world. A short illustrated page on several cities and sights in Africa, Europe and the US explains the significance of the places and then asks questions so you can see if the children still remember. It's a great way to learn, Othitis has carefully composed the pages to make them fun and entertaining as well as educational. It is books like these that made me decide to make travel my profession, which is was for 15 years. Othitis brought back my excitement of those
days and I am sure she will have the same effect on her readers, young and old. The production values of the e-book are amazing. Caryl McAdoo "Christian Novelist / Simon & Sc... The wonderful little book MY FIRST TRAVEL BOOK: ANGELIC AIRLINE ADVENTURES is one children from the ages of 4 or 5 all the way to 11 or 12 years old will have fun reading (or hearing it read). The little ones will enjoy the illustrations and poetic text and the older ones will really learn so much about all the great destinations in MY FIRST TRAVEL BOOK: ANGELIC AIRLINE ADVENTURES by Anna Othitis! And it'll have an international appeal! Anna gives such informative information, and I can't believe she rhymes it, too! And the questions will get the little ones thinking about their adventures around the world in a 'learning' sense. It's great for children about to travel and for those who don't get to really go. Even I learned a few things reading it to my grandson! Definitely made me hanker to go to the places I've only heard about. The author has been blessed to travel the world over and is so sweet to share her travels in this way.
Netherworld: The Chronicles of Koa Book One By, K.N. Lee Available on Amazon mybook.to/thechroniclesofkoa Award-winning author, K.N. Lee brings you Agent Koa Ryeo-won, a halfblood with an enchanted sword, cursed mother, and an attractive human pet. Demons, ghouls, vampires, and Syths? Koa, Halston, and the organization of angels and humans that make up the Netherworld Division are there to keep the escaped creatures from the Netherworld in check.
A Netherworld serial killer, that targets little girls for the power they give to him, threatens everything Koa has worked hard to protect. Not even Halston and his legendary infinity gun can stop him. He knows one prisoner that can. The prophet prince is the only one that can break Koa's mother's curse...but is locked away in the Ivory Tower where the most notorious supernatural criminals are kept. Koa must prepare herself to return to the one place that nearly killed her when she was just a teenager. The Netherworld. Prepare for an adventure into an action-packed thriller! Includes Chapter 1&2 of Dark Prophet: The Chronicles of Koa Book Two
There’s Always Another One Michael Holman
The last time I saw Charlie, he tried to talk me out of going into Bush Park after sunset.
"Bill, don't do this," he pleaded. "C'mon, we'll go to Paddington's Pizza. My treat. We'll get your half with the Gold Digger toppings and my half will have those Buckboard ones. If you want, we can swap a slice or two. Now get in the car."
Moira had stepped out from behind an oak tree at the park's outer border. Her ankle-length silk black cloak reflected the headlights of his vintage 1965 Mustang. She waved to my best friend with a cordial smile, then turned a seductive one on me as she crooked her pale right index finger in the classic "come hither" gesture. Moira used her left hand to tease her dark hair, which fell to her slender waist, as she beckoned--an innocent enough move to a casual observer, but she knew full well that was all it took to get my engine revved.
I turned back to Charlie as I stood beside the driver's door of the candyapple-red vehicle I had talked him into buying from my uncle a decade earlier and gaped at him, incredulous.
"Let's see. Go with you and share a pizza versus quality time with my new girlfriend--who could give any Sports Illustrated swimsuit model alive a Jan Brady complex in a New York minute. Gee, hmm, I wonder what I'll
do." I rolled my eyes. "This is the choice you're asking me to make? Really?"
"I'm telling ya, Bill, don't do this. No offense, but there's something--well-'off' about her. C'mon, man, let's go. Besides, you step beyond that tree, you become a lawbreaker. Bush Park closes at sunset, everybody out. That's a Salem city ordinance, and you've known it since we ran cross country races here. Now, would ya please listen to your best buddy you've had since Mrs. Robertsen's second grade class of 1972 at Washington Elementary School, get in my damn car, and let's get the hell outta here." He fidgeted in his bucket seat, then held up his wallet and flipped it open like a detective from one of those crime dramas. Light from a Mission Street lamppost reflected off his Portland Marathon finisher's medallion. "Remember what this represents, Bill? Remember what we told each other as we got these put around our necks in 2011?"
"Yeah, sure," I replied. "There's always another one." I looked over at Moira, who had not taken so much as a step toward us. She had the expression of a cat who just licked a saucer clean of cream and very pleased about it. "But that doesn't apply to her, Charlie. I'm sorry. We'll hang out later. Crack it."
We bumped fists as he sighed.
"I hope you know what you're doing. Later, Bill."
He put his Mustang in "Drive" and was gone.
"Is everything all right, love?" Moira asked as I reached her. She returned my embrace with interest compounded double.
"Now it is."
"Smashing. See here, then. There's something we need to get sorted."
That's when her fangs went into my neck. To be honest, I didn't even try to resist.
THE END Michael Holman is the author of Resolve and Retributions and Returns and Reunions. They can be found on Amazon. Twitter @runnernovelist
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Playing for Keeps Glenda Horsfall
Matt is worried! Their relationship is in trouble. Cassie has been begging him to add role-play to their lovemaking, but the kind of role Cassie wants him to play leaves him cold. When he discovers her stash of erotic romance novels, he comes to suspect that what she really wants is dominance. Matt takes Cassie away for the weekend to celebrate her birthday. She is disappointed that the ‘highlight’ of the weekend is to be a costume party. A costume party is not the kind of role-play she’s fantasized about. She is surprised when she realizes it will be a party for two and that Matt has actually taken her to a BDSM club.
Cassie agrees to be his ‘love slave’ for the weekend and promises to obey all her ‘Master’s’ commands. Matt is surprised at her enthusiasm and is turned on by her ready acceptance of his domination. At last, he understands her desire to role-play and Matt indulges her fantasies, along with a few of his own. However, the weekend away has changed their relationship and has taken them in a direction he hadn’t foreseen. Now he’s wondering if they can survive the changes.
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An Interview with Young
Where are you from? I was born into a privileged Malaysian Chinese family. Following my brothers' footsteps, I was sent to an exclusive boarding school in England. It is there that I was inducted into a clandestine organization, E.R.O.S. The Enlightened Royal Oracle Society. For four years, unbeknownst to my family, I was willingly and happily part of a Harem.
When did you start writing?
I believe my geographical location (being in spiritual and beautiful Maui, Hawaii) inspired me to pen my seven book series.
Now that I’m semi-retired from my once very active fashion lifestyle, it is time for me to reflect upon my unique early experiences and to inform the world what my positive experiences in the Middle Eastern harems were like. I believe my early experiences shaped my adult life to who I am today. How long did it take for you to complete "A Harem Boy's Saga?" It takes me close to 18 months to complete each volume of A Harem Boy’s Saga. These are pretty thick books (approximately 600 pages to each book). I spend a lot of time researching the historical accuracy of that period of my life. It is an important factor to consider when writing memoirs/autobiographies and biographies. I’ve already published three books in the series of 5-7 books (Solstice Publishing) I want to complete. Each book is approximately 3 months of my adolescent life in each of the six Arabian Household harems. I was in 6 different Arab households and a year was given back to the secret society to groom a Freshman/Junior as his Big-Brother/chaperone/guardian/mentor accompany him to his 1st household. Is there a message that you wish to spread with your writing? These are some of the goals I hope to achieve through A Harem Boy Saga: Provide Tolerance to Sissy Boys by understanding parents/peers and the community. Anderson Cooper 360 documentary on the devastating treatment of effeminate boys influence me to tell my story.
Bullying can be avoided through Big Brother/Big Sister volunteer programs in school or outside school system. Older students acting as mentors to younger students. Gay Adolescent Tolerance – parents/child/siblings relationship issues. Support/mentorship program to all parties involved to foster understanding and acceptance of Gay kids. Provide an Alternative Educational System; Understanding Big Brother/adolescent mentorship programs in schools, BB as protector to keep younger kids from being bullied. Human Relationship Building Program; Between parents/teachers and young students on sexual topics/issues, especially when adolescent are just discovering their sexuality. They can be guided on a healthy and honest sexual journey instead of “don’t ask, don’t tell” hide it behind the closet policy. · Do you have a particular writing style? I like my writing to convey my emotions, thoughts and experiences when I was at the age when I was groomed to enter and when I was in the various harems. Therefore, the answer is Yes. I do write in a particular style that reflects my youthfulness at that period in time and era. I hope my innocence and inquisitiveness comes through in my writing. What was the hardest part about writing your books? I presume the hardest part is the grueling hours I spend on the computer. My life-partner thinks I’m a computer addict. J I’m a very organized, discipline and diligent person. When I sit down to write, nothing around me will distract my focus on my writing.
I let my thoughts flow naturally out of me as I remember the events. Although I cannot remember the actual dialogues spoken – I remember the gist of what was being said. I also have an abundance of old photographs taken during those early years, documenting my life then. I use these to trigger my memories to document the events in the books. I need complete silence when I write – which is usually 8 – 10 hours daily. Do you have any advice for aspiring writers? Stay focus. My modus operandi: the 3Ps: Perseverance, Persistence & Patience. Be diligent about setting a time frame/goal to finish your manuscript. Not to worry about what you are planning to write. Once you begin with the 1st word, you’ll know what the next word is going to be. When I write, it’s like channeling a separate spirit/entity within my person. Thoughts flows automatically through me and I write what comes naturally out of my hand. To me documenting A Harem Boy’s Saga series is like a divine calling. There is an inner angelic voice that directs when I put words into the computer/paper. What would you like to say to your readers? I quote one of my reader – Ms. Wendy Acosta who had read the first 3 volumes of A Harem Boy’s Saga; a memoir by Young within a matter of a week and half:
5.0 out of 5 stars OMG, OMG, OMG - I can't believe this is a real story!, September 22, 2014 By Wendy Acosta - See all my reviews This review is from: Initiation (A Harem Boy's Saga Book 1) (Kindle Edition) Never have I read a story that has me exclaiming "OMG, OMG, OMG" every few chapters. This autobiographical story shares the intensely personal journey of a young boy as he comes of age in the midst of a male harem in the Middle East. He experiences all the things that forbidden and taboo...you know those "unmentionable elephants in the room" that we are warned about from an early age. I had to read this real life adventure to find out how messed up and damaged he must be. Imagine my surprise to meet an emotionally healthy young man who successfully grabs all life has to offer and does it with an innocence that is simply beautiful. Don't read this book if you aren't ready for your ingrained beliefs and values to be challenged. Don't read this book if you are not ready to delve into a side of our global society that is well hidden from most. Don't read this book unless you too are ready to step into a new adventure. Initiation will change how you view the world. Well done Bernard. Wendy had summed up my series excellently and this is exactly what I like to say to my readers. What is next for you? I’m currently working A Harem Boy’s Saga – IV – Metanoia; a memoir by Young.
My Yuletide short story book “No Distance Between Us” (a true to life coming-of-age gay love story) is schedule for release on Nov. 4th 2014. I’m also working with Solstice Publishing on having A Harem Boy’s Saga series made into audio books. I’m also working with a publicist – as a speaker in conducting writing workshops. Starting in Hawaii and then nationwide before doing international speaking engagements and writing workshops. Bernard can be found on Twitter @aharemboysaga
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