Thursday, July 31, 2014

Intergalactic Heat by Jessica Subject is FREE this week

This week Jessica E. Subject has her 
Intergalatic Heat Collection 
Available for the insane price of
FREE.
Can't get better than that.

So what's it about?
Read on, but only if you are an adult and
love to read Erotic Romance



INTERGALACTIC HEAT
a collection of 1Night Stand stories
by Jessica E. Subject
A date on a space station? Alien lovers? Madame Evangeline, owner of the exclusive 1Night Stand dating service is known to be magical in fulfilling the ideal dates of her clients, but she’s outdone herself this time, bring together beings from Earth and beyond. As long as applicants are willing to let go of their pasts and open their hearts and minds, she will find their perfect match, whether they be a former sci-fi television star, a nurse, an employee of the Space Service, a former Marine, or even an extraterrestrial. Because everyone in the universe deserves a happily ever after…
169 pages

Contains: Beneath the Starry Sky, Celestial Seduction, Unknown Futures, Satin Sheets in Space, and Sudden Breakaway
Genres: Science Fiction Romance, Contemporary Romance, Lesbian Romance, Menage Romance, Military Romance, Interracial Romance, Erotic Romance


Available FREE in for your Kindle!
July 31, 2014 to August 4, 2014



Also available in PRINT from:




Reviews:

Beneath the Starry Sky
“Instant attraction leads to heart pounding passion.” - Coffee Beans & Love Scenes

Celestial Seduction
“If you’ve never thought of the stars as steamy, this [story] with have you rethinking the entire sci-fi genre.” - The Indie Elite

Unknown Futures
Unknown Futures…was tasteful, yet highly erotic and it handled the relationship between two women wonderfully.” -  Tracy Riva Books & Reviews

Satin Sheets in Space
“Jessica Subject is the queen of science fiction romance. Her stories pull you into other worlds where anything is possible. Satin Sheets in Space is no exception.” - Sizzling Hot Book Reviews

Sudden Breakaway
“When Jared and Paige come together…it is hot enough I am surprised they didn’t melt the ice in the hockey rink.” - Cocktails and Books


Excerpt from Unknown Futures – F/F Science Fiction Erotic Romance

“Let’s hit the dance floor.” The drinks could wait. She wouldn’t let her guest out of her sight again.

The music thrummed, filling her to the core, preventing her from standing still. She found a spot with just enough room for the two of them. No one else mattered. With each hit of the bass, she moved her feet, her hips, her hands. She let the beat control her body and her heart.
Although others might be watching, her attention remained on Jewel. Each movement, a planned seduction. She couldn’t let her go without trying. When the next song began, Jewel finally relaxed. She moved to the music.

And V moved closer. She slid her hand from Jewel’s waist, down, then back up, swaying in front of her. Only an inch between them. She couldn’t get enough. Her Earth scent became intoxicating.

Beat after beat, song after song, she kept her hands on the sexy woman. She claimed her, telling everyone else to stay away. She wanted to savor her precious body. Maybe she could make her forget about her date.

She pulled Jewel even closer, her sensitive nipples pressed against the woman she desired. Holding her with both hands, grinding against her to the music. Her heart raced with hunger. I want to take her on the floor. Right here. Right now.

But the song changed. The beat slowed, indicating last call. The club would close soon.

Most of the patrons had left. Only those hoping to hook up remained. She stepped back. Jewel would have to make the first move. V could never force herself on anyone.

When Jewel took her hands and placed them back on her body, she couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps the evening would end the way she wanted.

Jewel pressed against her, her head resting on her shoulder, swaying to the decelerated beat. “I don’t want this night to end.”

Their dancing became deliberate, a sensuous and intimate rhythm. “It doesn’t have to.”

Jewel stopped and looked up at her. “You…you’re interested?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? You’re the most beautiful creature in the space station.”

Somehow, she had to make her see. She brushed her thumb across her lips, wanting to touch more, her entire luscious body. Taking a deep breath, V steadied herself. If this were to go any further, Jewel needed to show her own intentions. As warm moisture pooled between her thighs, V schooled herself to patience.

“Are you sure youre not my date?”

Shit! That damn date, the only wedge between them. 
“No, but I wish I was.”

“I wish you were, too.” Jewel stood on the tips of her toes and claimed her mouth.

V pulled her closer until the bit of space between them had been filled. Excited by the warm, curvaceous body pressed against her taut nipples, she fed from the sweetness of Jewel’s mouth, drawing out each delicious sweep. But she wanted more. She wanted all of her.


Author Bio:
Jessica E. Subject is the author of contemporary and
science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous. If you’re looking for something really steamy, check out her stories written as Paisley Brown.
When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.
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Monday, July 28, 2014

Particle Spin Crisis

You would think as long as we've known Mr. Proton, we would KNOW Mr. Proton. 

Turns out we don't have a clue what makes the proton have it's specific spin. We even have a term for our lack of understanding. We call it 
THE PARTICLE SPIN CRISIS!

I hope this turns out better than
 the Cuban Missile Crisis.

A really long time ago we couldn't yet measure tiny stuff, so scientists just made stuff up and didn't tell anybody that their 'theory' came from a late night drugfest.

In the 1987 they finally were able to measure the proton and discovered their prior claim that the three quark particles were responsible for the spin of the Proton was bogus make believe. Instead, we discovered it wasn't even close to explaining the proton's spin. The quarks contribute somewhere between 0 & 25%. 

Their new idea: Hey, maybe it's the gluons holding everything together.

Hold on! Why is something called GLUE ON increasing spins. That's not what glue normally does.

Sidebar complaint: Scientists should not be allowed to name things with meaningful names until they actually know what the particle actually does.

Finally, during another late night and not entirely legal party, they confessed that the proton is nothing like a spinning marble. It's not even close to a marble. It's a jumble of phantom particles that keep appearing and disappearing.

Stop right there!  I'm okay with things appearing and disappearing, but when you call them 'phantom particles' they loose all credibility of existence. 

Allow me to jump to a different subject. Space science (that's easier to spell than Cosmology)  has discovered math works better if we declare the universe to have four not three dimensions and assume the barriers of the dimensions are squishy. (Time is NOT included in these dimensions)

Jumping back to the proton now...
I'm thinking the proton particles pop in and out of this fourth dimension. And maybe they get riled up in the fourth dimension where really cool things happen that we won't get to know about until we die. And possibly not even then.

The current SCIENTIFIC belief is that 50% of the proton's spin is caused by the gluons.

(My math say that leaves 50-25% unaccounted for, so I'm sticking to my fourth dimension theory.)

As the article goes on, they admit the gluons might affect the remaining % of the proton spin, maybe....they don't know.  If it's not just gluons, then MAYBE it's the angular momentum of quarks and gluon.... (Translate all this to mean: We don't have a clue so we'll just make really complicated nonsensical stuff up.) But until they can figure this and some other stuff out, the proton spin crisis remains.

Translation: Embrace the Proton Spin Crisis, it's going to hang around....

Unless, the party I'm throwing for the 4 dimensional math team can figure this crisis out while they are working on the explanation for Life, the universe and everything. (Turns out assuming four dimensions makes everything simpler.)

Not sure if number 42 will show up or not.
But I'm sure rooting for it.

Now to the real articles:

For the Fourth Diminsion, I'll give you the link, but they aren't sharing unless you are a subscriber. I've no skin in this game, but SA is a great magazine to subscribe to. 

Friday, July 25, 2014

S.L.Dunn shares Anthem's Fall

Today, I am interrogating S.L. Dunn about his book, Anthem's Fall.

Space Rep: Is there a prize?


Liza: Yes, there is. SL is giving away a $50 Amazon or BN Gift Card to one lucky person who enters the rafflecopter.


But first let's get to the interrogation, but be warned: I’m in a bit of a mood, so don't expect me to behave.

Space Rep: Good luck and God bless, SL.


Liza: What's the best piece of advice anyone has ever offered you about writing?

SL: “Good writing is rewriting.” –Truman Capote

Liza: I hope you had a séance, because I advise against digging people up to get their advice. However, he did give you good advice. You put the heart into your book during the first draft, but make it readable during the rewrites. So tell me, what part of your book took you most out of your comfort zone?

SL: Anthem’s Fall definitely leans more toward action-adventure than romance, but there’s a bit of romance in there. For me, the hardest scenes to write were the romantic ones. It’s a fine line between sappy and cold, and delineating that line was no small feat.

Liza: Totally agree with you. I just let my characters say and do what they feel like, because they can find the line better than me. How'd you come up with this story?

SL: The idea for Anthem’s Fall came to me as I was driving on a highway in Vermont. There I was, totally spacing out, when the veiled forms of three characters presented themselves to me all at once: the genius, the dreamer, and the leader—and between them all a technology of inconceivable power. It was like my muse hit me upside the head!

Liza: For the safety of a Vermont drivers, I will have to let the state troopers know you are driving while intoxicated with ideas from your characters. So let’s pick up the pace. They could arrest you any moment. Describe the hero in five words.

SL: Powerful, moral, angry, tired, disheartened

Liza: And the heroine.

SL: Clever, shrewd, skeptical, cynical, brilliant

Liza: Oh I like the attributes you gave the heroine. Who's your favorite character in the book?

SL: Kristen Jordan, my heroine. Anthem’s Fall reads like a superhero novel at times, but Kristen’s point of view anchors the story in a way that is unique to the genre.

Liza: I’ve got to read this. What's your favorite line in the story?

SL: Collateral damage is an unfortunate byproduct of any revolution, social or scientific.

Liza: That sounds like capitulation of responsibility to me. But before we sink into a philosophical quagmire, let me move on to a lighter question. How does the reality of being a writer compare to that of TV author, Castle.

SL: I would say it’s significantly less interesting. Writing involves a lot of sitting and staring at the wall or a blank screen. My imagination might be far away, immersed in cities falling to ruin and people thundering across continents, but in reality I’m just sitting on a squeaking chair and staring at a Microsoft Word document.

Liza: I’m so with you there. I’ll think a few minutes about a potential scene and the next thing I know, it’s midnight. Here’s another comparison, but this one is at least real. How is your life different from Stephen King’s?

SL: For starters, the royalty checks might look a little different. Praise and fortunes aside, Stephen’s writing process and mine are very different. I know this because his book, On Writing, is one of my favorite works related to the craft. It might sound crazy, but Stephen rationalizes the writing process by thinking of it as plumbing—he gets up every morning and he goes to work. He doesn’t get caught up in his own head or allow himself to get melodramatic about the process. I’m getting there, but my process has more highs and lows, (and probably looks at first glance more like his younger, more tumultuous writing years).

Liza: I bought his writing book myself. I especially enjoyed the section where he shared being run over. That was very real life creepy. Now I have the creeps. Tell me a good joke to chase the creeps away.

SL: This is a David Foster Wallace quote. Not a joke really, but I like it anyway:
Two young fish are swimming down a river. An older fish swims by the other direction. The older fish turns around and calls out, “Water’s nice today, eh?”
The two young fish look at each other, bewildered. Then one says to the other, “What’s water?”

*Crickets chirp as Liza tries to find the humor*

Liza: Let’s try again. Tell me the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.

SL:  In seventh or eighth grade my friends and I tried to recreate scenes from the new television series “Jackass” and went around doing dumb things around the house.
I intentionally rolled head over heels down a flight of stairs. It was shocking how much momentum one little stairway can create, and it was nothing short of a sheer miracle that I didn’t knock over the Christmas tree at the base of the stairs. The video footage must still be out there somewhere…

Liza: Final question: If you had to live on a deserted island with one author, who would it be?

SL: Bear Grylls. He must have some sort of autobiography out there, right?

Liza: You might regret that choice. Bear will make you eat slugs and drink your own piss. He’s one crazy dude.

Space Rep: The book sounds good, can we get to that now?

Liza: Yes, we can. SL Dunn has been interrogated enough. Let's check out the book.


Anthem's Fall
By
S.L. Dunn


Above a horrified New York City, genetics and ethics collide as the fallen emperor and a banished exile of the same herculean race ignite into battle over the city’s rooftops. In the streets below, a brilliant young scientist has discovered a technology that can defeat them both, yet might be more terrible than either.

Set both in modern New York City and in the technologically sophisticated yet politically savage world of Anthem, Anthem’s Fall unfurls into a plot where larger than life characters born with the prowess of gods are pitted against the shrewd brilliance of a familiar and unlikely heroine.

“Yes, Lord Vengelis!” the boy called, but suddenly froze with fear. The boy began trembling, his chest convulsing in terror. Vengelis slowly turned and looked in all directions. Hysteria was rampant; men, women, and children were running every direction, many horribly wounded. None of them were soldiers. The fire was blazing out of control, and the entire block was immersed in raging flames.

A woman standing nearby, just below a broad tilted awning, remained unscathed. Her appearance contrasted strangely with the mayhem around them. She was thin and average sized, of Royal appearance, with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Tattered ribbons of the awning and bits of orange cinders and ash blew all about her. She was smiling at Vengelis, her teeth white and perfect. Vengelis was taken aback.

Her eyes.

Vengelis squinted through the billowing ash and felt an eerie sense of disquiet surface within him. Her eyes were not quite right. There was a glowing property to her stare, as though her eyes were emitting a strange blue radiance. She was beautiful, but the serene way she was smiling in the midst of the madness was peculiarly horrifying.

“State your name and rank!” Vengelis called out.

The boy stifled a small cry as the woman’s smile broadened. Vengelis glared and turned his attention from her to the boy. In a corner of his mind he already knew he was speaking to one of the Felixes. She moved her unsettling gaze from Vengelis to the boy. The boy let out a terrible sob and released the soldier he had been dragging. The woman took a step closer to the child.

There was no longer any doubt in Vengelis’s mind.

The woman whirled into motion, dashing toward the boy and reaching for his throat. The boy flinched and locked his eyes shut, expecting instant death. But it did not come. He peered through his trembling eyelids after a moment passed. The woman was still reaching for his throat, though now just in front of him. Vengelis had closed the distance and grabbed her wrist with his left hand, stopping the strike in its tracks. Her fingernails were reaching out longingly, inches from the boy’s neck. The woman turned to Vengelis, her expression vacant.

“Huge . . . mistake,” Vengelis growled through gritted teeth, his knuckles white from the vice grip on her wrist. “Get out of here, kid.”






S.L. Dunn is the debut author of Anthem’s Fall, a novel he wrote amid the wanderings of his mid twenties. He has written while living intermittently in St. John USVI, Boston, Maine and Seattle. Raised on big screen superheroes and pop science fiction, he sought to create a novel that bridged a near-sci-fi thriller with a grand new fantasy. He currently resides in Seattle with his girlfriend Liz and their dog Lucy, and is hard at work completing the next book of the Anthem’s Fall series. Get in touch at www.sldunn.com.

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Sunday, July 20, 2014

Liza dreams of our nearterm future.


I get ideas for my  books in early morning dreams. This one gives me the chills, because it could all too easily come true.

Let's first discuss the realities of today:
CEOs of Corporations are not warm, fuzzy, loving people who worry over the welfare of their workers.  (Trust me, I've worked one on one with a great deal of them.)

They are the sharks of the human race. Their focus is to squeeze every dollar of profit out of their company. The men who report into them are also sharks, each looking to take the #1 spot if the CEO shows weakness. Fail to be the best in your industry for a quarter and you get a warning. Fail for a year and you're out. There is no place for caring in the Corporate world.

A Corporation Entity is far closer to a Profit Robot than a human being.

So the idiotic Supreme Court declares them human, but not regular humans, but superior humans with the rights to contribute unlimited money to buy elections. And while they cannot YET vote, they can spend billions to sway mere humans to think as they wish.  

With our current addiction to the media and internet, brainwashing people is very easy, child's play in fact. 

Recently, the Supreme Court allowed closely held corporations to impose their religious beliefs on what they will and won't pay for in health care.

Now, other corporations have rushed to demand the same right. The slippery slope has begun and here is what I dreamed.


The Future
The Supreme Court recognizes differentiating between close held corporations and major corporations is unfair, and opens to all corporations the right to have a religion dictate their health care provisions.

As I've already noted, a CEO's job is to wring every dollar possible out of its company. That is why they outsource jobs to lower wage companies. They didn't actively try to put you out of a job, they just wanted more profit. And if they hadn't done it, the Board of Director would have fired them and gotten someone else who would. 

The opportunity to save huge amount of money is right before their eyes. Within three months of the ruling, every CEO has declared their Corp is a Christian Scientist, a religion that does not believe in medical care. Everything but the setting of a broken bone must be healed with prayer.

[Liza is making no judgement as to whether The Church of Christ, Scientist is a good or bad religion. I only used it because it would would be the most profitable solution for corporations to misappropriate for their needs.]

Some of the less sharkish smaller CEO's will hold out, because they still have the remnants of a heart, but eventually they will capitulate or be run out of business. 

Now more than ever our country needs a universal health care system, but that was de-toothed and dismantled years ago. The media swayed people into believing they shouldn't expect anything from their government, convinced them those 'other' people shouldn't have insurance or living wages. They must accept hard work, low pay and the lack of health care as the way of the world. NO FREE LUNCHES!

Here's an upside: the Corporations of USA do not need to outsource jobs anymore. They have plenty of cheap labor to profit from right here in America. There are only two classes: The 1% and the poor. 

Having lost most of their business, the health care industry begins to rapidly shrink. Many doctors and nurses move to other countries, others working for insurance companies must deny services to those who are not insured, something most cannot afford. 

Fake insurance makes a comeback, which for an affordable premium you can have an exam to determine if you are well or sick, but they will cancel your polity if it turns out you are sick. And it will be legal to do so...just read the fine print. (The government is now out of the health insurance's business entirely, so loopholes proliferate.)

The wealthy of course do not give up their excellent health care. They can always fly to England, which continues to have the best health care in the world, for their needs.

But for the former middle class and poor, flying is no longer in the budget. Some who foresaw the situation early moved to other countries for a better life, but the price to leave quickly becomes beyond the average man's ability to pay.

Airlines alter their business from cattle cars to fleets of private carriers for the 1%.

The middle class workers who wanted to believe they were on corporate ladder going up, now realize the ladder has collapsed and their position is no more respected or valued than the lowly person who actually does the work that the business was founded to do. Nor are they paid much better.

For the first generation, this will be hard to bear. As Americans we have always believed in the American dream...but it's now become a medieval nightmare of peasants and Lords. 

The Media will tell us we are here because of foolish programs of the past, like Medicare. We spent what we could not afford. We failed to work hard enough. The new mantra is Work til you die and expect nothing in return.

Needless to say, I didn't care for this dream in the least and I seriously doubt I'll write a story based on it. It's too dark, bleak, and hopeless. I prefer stories where there's hope for a better tomorrow. It's really hard to be funny if your world is de-evolving before your eyes.

But it did bring to light how the Supreme Court can single-handedly destroy our country. All they need is a dysfunctional Legislative branch that can't agree on anything, so it can't fix their bad decisions. 

We may have already crossed the point of no return.  Maybe I should check out the emigration opportunities for New Zealand before the above actually happens. 

New Zealand is my favorite place in the world.


Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Cover Reveal for KG Stutts's Mirror Shattered

Today, I have KG Stutts revealing her upcoming Mirror Shattered's gorgeous cover:
Time for a cover reveal! Mirror Shattered is the second book in a sci-fi romance series by new author KG Stutts. The first book, Mirror Image, introduced us to Maddie, a brilliant scientist who finds out she's a clone. Maddie gets swept into a secret world of the Intergalactic Security Commission, an organization which works to keep Earth safe. The primary goal with the ISC is to keep the secret that we aren't alone in the galaxy and not all other planets are as friendly as we are. 

Maddie works with her counterpart who goes by the name Mack to keep a powerful weapon from falling in the wrong hands. Maddie goes beyond expectations of a clone, and even falls in love.

But now it's two years later. As the team struggles under the leadership of a new commander, news is uncovered which shakes Mack and Maddie to the core. Everything they believed in is shattered, including a loved one. Before they could recover, the team is on a mission to protect a planet from an ogre-like race. The world is attacked by an alien race long thought extinct, the Synth. They barely escaped with their lives, but not without some heavily losses. On the way back home, the ISC's most trusted ally, the Isgurd, delivers more bad news. They can't return home. In fact, home never existed. The Synth managed to go back in time to kill their former commander, Charlie Westlake, before he could befriend the Isgurds and for the ISC. They must go back to 1965 and stop the Synth, even if it means their lives.

Mirror Shattered is a powerful story with a lot of heart. It's a roller coaster ride with huge implicationsIf you had the option to change the future, would you do it?  That's a question Maddie is faced with...

Head over to kgstutts.webs.com to check out news, excerpts and more for this and her several other books. 

The first book in the series, Mirror Image, is on sale for $.99 now through the 20th! Catch up with the series before this book comes out on August 15th.

  

The ship rocked as a blaster shot from the enemy ship hit but had no damage.


"Shields still holding," Seth announced.

"Someone have a brilliant idea?" John asked.

The ship fell silent. Seth had managed to maneuver the ship to avoid the second blaster charge.

"I think I have it. Fly into that star," Maddie instructed Seth.

"You've got to be kidding me," David said, exasperated.

"The shields will hold," Maddie assured Seth.

Seth looked to Jackson who nodded in agreement with Maddie.

"I hope you know what you are doing," Seth muttered, setting in the coordinates.

Me, too. Maddie thought. But she knew she couldn't lose her nerve now.

"What's your plan?" Jackson asked.

"We can actually use our shields to deflect energy toward our attackers," Maddie responded.

"That sounds dangerous," John warily said.

"It will take everything we have in shields to do this. We'll only get one shot at this. If my math is wrong, it could destroy us," Maddie admitted.

The crew looked on as Seth punched in the coordinates to the nearest star. The attacking ship began to follow suit. Maddie pulled out her data tablet and connected it to the ship.

"Maddie, please be correct," Seth prayed.

Her entire body shook as she turned on her tablet. If she was off in her calculations were off by even a fraction… 

"Maddie..." John encouragingly said.

"A minute." She shook her head.

"We don't have a minute, Madison," Jackson sharply said.

"Got it!" she exclaimed, just as the ship entered the star.

The ship began to hum as the shields started pushing back against the star's energy. The enemy stopped its pursuit.

"It's waiting for us to come out," Chris said.

"On my mark, Seth," Maddie said, loading up her newly-written program into the ship's control panel.

"The temperature in the hull is rising," David alerted her.

"I'm aware. We're almost there," Maddie replied.

"I think we have it," Seth said.

"Fire!" Maddie shouted.



Growing up in Texas and later South Carolina as the youngest in a house full of science-fiction fans, K.G. Stutts had her natural curiosity and imagination nurtured since birth by family movie nights where they would watch Star Wars, Indiana Jones and even timeless Disney favorites.

A prolific writer of sci-fi, romance and mystery, K.G. draws much of her inspiration from those amazing works that gave her an appreciation for telling rich, compelling, character-driven stories for all audiences.

Book one in her science-fiction romance is out now by the wonderful group at http://distinguishedpress.com in eBook and paperback and a romance eBook launched at the beginning of June from http://lazydaypub.com and http://blushingbooks.com. There is also more sci-fi and romance books in the works to come out later this year. She is also a contributor to http://iwassociation.com  and http://thewritingnetwork.com  

Keep up with her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/KGStutts  or follow her on Twitter at http://twitter.com/KGStutts Visit her website at http://kgstutts.webs.com  She also is on Tumblr at kgstutts.tumblr.com. She lives in North Carolina with her husband, Brad and works for a customer service call center full time. She's a lover of Star Wars, Star Trek (original, TNG, and Voyager), Stargate SG-1 and Atlantis, Muppets, Garfield, Disney, Indiana Jones, role playing and classic video games, and is a big football, wrestling, and hockey fan.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Poison by Ashley Hodges Bazer

HERALDS OF THE CROWN: POISON TOUR
Today, I have Ashley Hodges Bazer here to share a character bio about the heroine of Poison: Marcella.

Marcella belongs to the Strages and can infiltrate a person’s mind with the intent to kill. She has honed her gift to less intense results, though, being able to merely knock someone unconscious. As a skilled, brutal killer, she has gained the amorous attention of her mentor Lucian Thaedrial. But a few chance encounters with the Logia brings her to question her choices as she follows Lucian.

Her past is unknown. Lucian has raised her since she was young, but how she came to be in his care remains a mystery.

Marcella has long reddish-brown hair and brown eyes. Her skin is tattooed with tiny black swirls as a consequence of Lucian’s control.

The name Marcella means warlike, martial, and strong.

Guess who I had in mind when creating Marcella’s physical description.

Hint: She was in Sky High and a couple other Disney Channel movies.

Heralds of the Crown: Poison

by

Ashley Hodges Bazer 

As part of a sect called the Strages, Marcella is ordered to execute fierce assaults on the Logia—gifted believers in the triune deity known as the Crown. After receiving a vision, she begins to question her allegiance and finds herself seeking counsel from a leader in the Logia faith, whom she was sent to annihilate.

When her mentor, Thaed, uncovers her betrayal, he orders her to do the unthinkable—kill the Logia leader who has become her friend. Her choice will result in either the destruction of the Logia or her own death.

The series of Strages attacks call the Logia to prepare for a major battle. In doing so, Gaultier Lassiter is enlisted. When he discovers an unconscious young woman buried in a snowdrift, his world is turned upside down. She has no memory and no ability to speak—only a strange symbol carved into her chest.

The question of her identity leads to a journey of legendary proportions. Between his own personal struggles with his estranged brother, his unmet potential, and the murder of a close friend, Gaultier fights to cling to his faith. And once the mystery is solved, will Gaultier be prepared to face the truth?

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Ashley Hodges Bazer is often decked out in bellbottoms and grooving out on the lighted dance floor. Okay, not really, but she does have a thing for the BeeGees. She lives in Colorado with her husband and three children. After earning her bachelor’s degree in theatrical stage management from Arizona State University, she went on to work for Disneyland in that capacity. A love affair with books led her to work for several different bookstores. Currently a producer for an international daily radio program, she’s learning to balance working, writing, and momming duties. Her debut novel, Asylum, was traditionally published by WestBow Press in 2012. When she’s not writing, she’s crocheting or belting out Broadway show tunes. And she's a real duchess!
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