Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Rand, Son of Tallav, Sons of Tallav#3 by Cailin Briste

Two shamed souls, a mutual enemy and an attraction they can't control...

Randolph Meryon is a man no woman can resist despite the whip he brandishes. Compelled to return home after his sister’s death, he struggles to fit new responsibilities into the hedonistic lifestyle he prefers to live. It’s a task he finds difficult enough without adding in the tangle of unanswered questions his sister has left behind and the sugar-cookie sweet nanny caring for his niece. He hasn’t had a taste of sweet in a very long time.

Jen O'Malley, shunned by her family, struggles to find work without their backing, meeting barriers wherever she turns. A position as nanny with the scandal-riddled Meryons seems like a lifeline. She’s relieved until she arrives and becomes enmeshed in a web of intrigue, unable to discern the identity of the spider at the center.

Rand: Son of Tallav, Book #3 Sons of Tallav

Cailin Briste

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Briarcliff, Tallav
The slender slice of moon did little to light the edge of the cliff over which the desperate bleating of a lamb sounded. Rhiannon, Tallav’s second moon, had yet to rise and brighten the night sky. Why the gardener’s boy sought Penny out on the patio rather than running to get the overseer, she didn’t question. He was a child and probably ran for the nearest adult. Peering over, she could make out a patch of dirty white caught in a bush. At least the lamb had slid into the branches, it’s fall blocked from the vertical plunge of the cliff to the river below.

How had it gotten here? The early lambs weren’t old enough to be out of the lambing shed, which was nowhere near the cliff. She slid carefully down the slight grade of the rim and tried to calm the animal while she waited for help to arrive. She’d sent the boy on to the overseer with a request to bring rope.

Careful to stay out of range of the lamb’s thrashing, she spoke to it in gentle, crooning tones. The animal quieted, no longer flailing but still bleating plaintively. The creamy tan color of the lamb’s body was more difficult to see in the dark, but the face, white with black speckles, stood out. To her horror, she noticed one of those dark marks was in the shape of a heart. This was the orphan lamb the overseer had allowed Sophie to help feed. That lamb was bedded down every night by the overseer himself in the enclosure built next to his office in the main barn. Someone had to have brought this lamb out here. She’d damn well find out as soon as she rescued it from its precarious predicament.

Above her, loose rock skittered with the sound of someone descending. She tipped her head back and shouted, “Don’t come down. Just drop the end of the rope.”

“We won’t need a rope.”

The low, throaty words confused her. That wasn’t the overseer. She lost sight of the darkened form above her when she sat up to roll over on the clumps of rock and grass beneath her to get a better look. A solid thud struck her back, sending pain lancing along her spine and around her rib cage. The lamb renewed its thrashing when she slid into it, knocking it backward. Squealing in terror, it tumbled out of view.

Heart pumping, Penny windmilled in a futile attempt to keep from falling forward. She straddled the bush with her legs, the sharp ends of broken stems lacerating her exposed face and hands, snagging in the long-sleeved pajamas she wore. For an instant, her momentum stopped. In desperation she clamped her fists onto the bush’s base, ignoring the sting of abrasion.

A second strike from her assailant’s booted foot hit her high to one side of her backbone.

Something snapped inside.

Pain flooded her shoulder.

Jarred forward, she began a slow-motion tumble headfirst over the bush.

Fingers and palms tore while branches slid through her grasp until the strain on her good shoulder from the somersault forced her to let go.

Oh God. I’m falling. Sophie. Oh God. I can’t die and leave Sophie.

Her temple struck a jutting rock, and darkness claimed her.

Above, a figure scrambled to the top of the cliff, humming a cheery tune. The wordless melody stopped at the sound of someone rushing toward the precipice. By the time the overseer arrived, the spot was empty. No lamb. No Penny. Just moonlight casting the side of the cliff in shadow in the waning heat from a late summer day. With an exclamation of frustration and an oath that he’d see to that boy for pulling pranks, the overseer left.

It wasn’t until the next day, when no one could find Penny, that the overseer mentioned his fruitless trip to the cliff edge. Her body lay on the rocks, half in and half out of the river. Officially she was a casualty of misadventure.

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About Cailin:
Cailin Briste writes science fiction suspense romance. Her first series is set in the Tallavan sector of the Federation where the men of Tallav are the marshals that provide protection and justice to the planets in this far off the beaten path are of space. While fighting crime, they also must come to terms with matriarchal system of their home planet, Tallav. Tricky because each is heavily involved in the BDSM lifestyle. Book one is her Dom and book two is her male submissive.

Her second series, A Thief in Love Suspense Romance series, began with a cat burglar who puts together a team to steal priceless art and antiquities from other thieves. Sebastian is a Robin Hood character whose Maid Marion is his equal on the rooftops of their futuristic city. The second in the series is the love story of two others on his team, Cade and Bassinae. Once again the team are breaking into someone’s home to take back something that rightfully belongs to someone else, but this time they are also trying to stop a murder.

More books in each series are coming as is a new series about a pair of dragon shifters hatched from the same egg and the man they love, bounty hunter Brody Simmons.

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Saturday, July 14, 2018

Cosmic Wars, book 5 in the Grand Master's Galaxy

book 5 in the Grand Masters’ Galaxy
Thrilling SciFi Adventure

Cosmic Wars
This is book has the most intense and dangerous missions I think I’ve ever read. Aurora Springer leaves nothing on the table in this book. It is constant trouble from beginning to end.

Nor is anything easy!  I am totally exhausted! But very very glad I read this. The detail she puts in her stories astounds me, and this one left me in near constant fear through the last half of the book.

5 stars for sure!

Join psychic superstars, Violet and Athanor Griffin, on this epic adventure, meet aliens of all stripes, and of course, the fabulous dragons of Sythos.

Violet and Athanor Griffin reunite with their baby son after escaping from the world beyond the fiery Cosmic Rift, but they find no respite from troubles. The Grand Masters have declared Athanor dead, and are competing to replace him as Chair of the Counsel. 

Hordes of bloodsucking Ixioth slavers threaten galactic civilization, and a new enemy has emerged from the alternate universe, an enemy immune to psychic forces. The dynamic couple is soon swamped with pleas for help. Athanor’s vow to crush the insectoid Ixioths and expel the Nulls hits a major obstacle. The teleportal web enables their allied enemies to make rapid strikes and escape to unknown locations, somewhere in the galaxy. Violet has a different perilous challenge. Her promise to rescue the children captured on Cinerea means she must brave the dreadful Rift and lose her psychic powers. Can the Griffins reconcile their divergent promises, or must they separate for the tasks of rescuing the prisoners and defeating the slavers?

A column of pink mist formed in the middle of the room, and quickly resolved into the flower Grand Master, Amarylla Threeleaf. The Wistralian’s three giant petals were tightly furled in a long bud above her short stalk and the tangle of her brown rootlets.

She opened her petals, wafting the scent of roses. Their translators rendered her greeting, “Griffin Grand Masters, your brilliant presence sweetens sap of Brightness Amarylla.”

A courteous host, Athanor stood to give a formal bow and waved his hand in a cordial gesture. “Welcome to my castle, Grand Master Threeleaf. I am grateful for your generosity in guiding the Council during my absence.”

Her petals paled, and Amarylla’s leaves rustled, “Absence of Griffin Chair sprouted thorns on Council.” 

Sparking blue fire from his eyes, Athanor grunted, “Hades, I guessed as much. Tell us the bad news.” 

“After Grand Master Violet blew into the Cosmic Rift, not fifteen Terran days passed before Council declared Griffin dead.”

“I might well have been killed, but Violet knew better,” he grumbled. “She perceived I was alive.”

“Advice of Grand Master Violet unheard, unheeded, lost in tumult.”

“Tumult? As dismal as that?” He barked a scornful laugh. “Did they fight for my unenviable position?”

“Choice of new Chair debated with violent winds.” Amarylla fluttered the edges of her petals.

More amused than angry, Athanor asked, “Who is my replacement?”

A faint odor of rotting vegetation hinted at the plantoid’s disgust. “Traditional combat offered for Chair. Four Grand Masters deferred to Brightness Threeleaf. Brightness declined to fight. Grand Master and Lord of Lightning, Nathan, will oppose Grand Master Baxicki for topmost branch.”

Athanor scowled and his blue aura flared. “Odin’s eye, I might have guessed those two would stir up trouble.” He paced to the window, spun around and met Violet’s gaze.

Fuming with indignation, she said, “Voids, Nathan ought to be grateful for your mercy. You refused to punish him for conspiring to destroy the portal web.” 

 “Mercy is rarely rewarded. Nathan claimed he repented, and I deemed Morrigu was the chief instigator of their conspiracy.” Gazing at the pink petals of Amarylla, he asked, “When is their combat scheduled?”

Her petals flushed to crimson, releasing the sharp tang of lemons. “Combat is today. Brightness agreed to hold a special meeting of the full Council at twenty hours Terran standard. Griffins must attend.”

Quickly checking the relative planetary times on her com, Violet exclaimed, “Voids, the meeting’s in one hour and forty-five minutes.” She straightened and glared at her mate. “We’ll have to get dressed.”

“What’s the rush? We’ll be ready in a tenth of the time.” Athanor laughed. “By Ragnar’s fires, the fools will tremble when I appear with Violet. They cannot overcome the joint force of the two Griffins.”

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Aurora Springer is a scientist morphing into a novelist. She has a PhD in molecular biophysics and discovers science facts in her day job. She has invented adventures in weird worlds for as long as she can remember. In 2014, Aurora achieved a life-long ambition to publish her stories. Her works are character-driven adventures and romances set in weird worlds and described with a sprinkle of humor. Some of the stories were composed thirty years ago. She was born in the UK and lives in Atlanta with her husband, a dog and two cats to sit on the keyboard. Her hobbies, besides reading and writing, include outdoor activities like gardening, watching wildlife, hiking and canoeing.

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Tuesday, July 10, 2018

The Gorgon Bride @GSurlak

Before we get to the fun questions, can you summarize your book, The Gorgon Bride, quickly?
The Gorgon Bride is about a guy named Alexander Weiss who discovers that the Greek gods are real—but not before he manages to insult Athena, Goddess of Wisdom. Partly out of punishment, partly for her own amusement, Athena gets him sent to a forgotten island that happens to be the home of Euryale, a gorgon, and Medusa’s sister. Like her sister, Euryale turns people to stone and has a nasty temper that plays a role in the book.
Without giving too much away, plot wise, shenanigans quickly ensue due to all sorts of Olympian politics and bickering that Alex finds himself in the middle of that involve both him and Euryale. If Alex is going to survive not only the wrath of a few gods and goddesses, but a number of insane quests and ravenous monsters, he’s going to have to become a hero of legend as well as make some personal growth.
It’s a very fun, wild romp through Greek mythology. Think Christopher Moore, not George R.R. Martin in terms of tone.

Where did you get the idea for the plot?
The idea started off with me wondering what it would be like if the Greeks had it right, and everyone from modern time who died—without the proper coin being buried with them, obviously—suddenly found themselves stuck on the River Acheron where the ferryman only takes you to the land of the dead if you have money. That’s the second scene in the book, and I thought it was really funny.
So after I had that scene written, I wrote the first scene (how did Alex get there?) and then kept asking questions. Why did this happen? What is this god doing? What is that goddess doing? And get trying to get it all to weave together to make a good story.

What did you edit out of this book?
Oh geez, so much. The first attempt was a disaster. I ended up having to rewrite probably the last third completely as well as go back and actually make the characters likeable. The second attempt, while a lot better, was met with one reader (Nicky Drayden, author of THE PREY OF GODS, who eventually gave the blub) a long time ago who loved the first half, but then said the back half didn’t work because XYZ.
So I rewrote probably 2/3rds of it to finally get to the plot that’s mostly there now. Then it took a few more rounds of minor edits and buffing out weak points. So, all said and done, I bet as much didn’t make it on the page as what finally did.

How many unpublished and half-finished books do you have?
As I’m writing this, too many. I can think of two separate series with four books total that are getting there (one series is a dark, gaslamp fantasy; the other is basically Doctor Who meets Indiana Jones set a thousand years in the future).
Then there are three different novellas that will hopefully be done this year which are also in the pile (guy abducted by aliens and stuck into all sorts of weird places for their amusement). Finally, there’s a stand alone sci-fi novel that has series potential, and pieces of two other novels as well. So what’s that, 7 novels and 3 novellas?  Oh yeah, there’s one I’m almost done with too that’s a fun sci-fi. So 8 and 3.
Hopefully that will change “soon.” So if you like The Gorgon Bride or my first book, Little Computer People, I’ve got more on the way.

Do you Google yourself?
I have, but not regularly. I’m afraid I’m boring online—but only because I grew up before the internet really took off. I shudder to think what trouble I’d be in if my teen years were caught be the interwebz.

Would you rather be a tree or have to live in a tree for the rest of your life?
Live in a tree for sure. I could totally do that. Always loved the Swiss Family Robinson house at Disney. Do I get monkey butlers, too?

Would you rather be completely invisible for one day or be able to fly for one day?
That’s a no brainer for me. I’d totally want to fly. I’ve got a little over 600 something skydives under my belt, and even was an instructor for a few years teaching others to fall out of an airplane and live so they could do it again. Being able to fly is right up my alley. And honestly, I’m not sure what I’d do with invisibility as I’ve no intense desire to sneak around.
But if I woke up one day and could only turn invisible, that would be pretty fun, too.

Would you rather have to read aloud every word you read or sing everything you say out loud?
Probably read every word just for practicality and because singing everything wouldn’t let me keep my day job. I can’t imagine working with hospice patients and not having families and patients freaking out if you went into the room singing everything.
That said, singing everything does make for a hilarious Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode.

Anything else you want to add?

Sure! Just some shameless plugging. The Gorgon Bride will be on sale July 10, 2018. You can find it on Amazon (https://www.amazon.com/Gorgon-Bride-Galen-Surlak-Ramsey/dp/1946501093/), B&N, and pretty much anywhere else. If you order it directly from Tiny Fox Press, I’ll even sign it for you (http://tinyfoxpress.com/product/the-gorgon-bride/).
Also, drop by my website and shoot me an email if you like: http://galensurlak.com/ There’s also a newsletter sign up there for people who like free stuff, contests, and whatnot.
 Twitter: @GSurlak 
Thanks for having me! 

Here is Liza's full review of the Gorgon Bride.


Review of the Gorgon Bride by Galen Surlak-Ramsey 
Alex’s life took a dramatic change when a full-grown orca landed on his head.

After that, matters get truly strange. Mind boggling strange as Alex, a mere half-dead human, joins the Gods of our past. Turns out they are, in my opinion, please don’t throw whales or lions at me, an ill-tempered, unreliable, vindictive, sorry bunch of spoiled brats who like to torture everyone, if I do say so myself.

Never has a human been so tortured, eaten, and abused as much as Alex. And yet somehow, in the midst of all his troubles, he falls in love with a Gorgon. You know, the creature with snakes rather than hair, who can turn you into stone by a single glance. Yep, that’s what Alex fell in love with. On the positive side, being mostly dead, but not entirely so, Alex can’t be turned into stone, so he is probably the only person the Gorgon,  Euryale, could safely fall in love with.

And thus begins, the most demented love story ever. The troubles are not with the happy couple, they get along just fine. Only all the gods, semi-gods, spoiled brats, and resentful thugs get involved and keep telling poor Alex of challenges he must take before the two can be together. Sadly, he listens to them. They even drag in his old girlfriend to cause more trouble.

Would taking a class on Ancient Gods improve your fun reading this? Possibly, but I had a ball, well giant stone boulders that some cretin was tossing at Alex. I can’t remember the cretin’s name, but that didn’t reduce his danger nor my fun one bit.

This is an amazing book. If you love the old gods, then you’ll definitely have fun. However, you can be embarrassing stupid, like me, and still have a wonderful time. But be warned: if you object to violence, even when it’s funny, then run away as fast as possible. But be aware in doing so, you will miss a fabulous ending.

5 stars 
only because Amazon
 won’t let me give it 10 stars.

Thursday, July 5, 2018

Collision, Bk 3 of the Prophecy Series by Lea Kirk

A heart-rending loss…
A life in peril…
An empire at stake…
Is the price for peace too high?

Long blurb:

A heart-rending loss…
Flora Bock will never forgive the Anferthian invaders for murdering her birth-parents. Growing up with the grandson of her sworn enemies is living a nightmare—until the day she sees him through the eyes of a young woman. But giving her heart to him is the ultimate betrayal of her parents’ memory.

A life in peril…
There are precious few places in the galaxy where Fander K’nil is safe. One look into Flora’s beautiful, hate-filled eyes is proof enough that Terr is not one of those places. He must keep her at a distance and stay alive long enough to fulfill his destiny. No matter what his heart desires.

An empire at stake…
Just as Fander and Flora begin to discover the depth of their feelings for each other, they are thrust into a deadly game of politics and assassination with an enemy who stops at nothing to stay in power. With the lives of everyone they love at risk, they must find a way to avert a new invasion before it’s too late—even if it means making the ultimate sacrifice.


Flora breathed out a resigned sigh. “It was my fault that he died.”


I killed him, Fander. I led her to his office. If I hadn’t been there that day, he’d still be alive.”

“No.” He ran his hands up and down her upper arms, the light touch keeping her attention from disintegrating into remorse. “No, you’re wrong. Haesi Velo would have killed anyone standing in her way. Anyone. Your parents, Juan, Mags. You cannot blame yourself because you couldn’t control someone else’s actions.”

“Maggie.” Her sister’s name squeaked out. It could’ve been Maggie who died that day. The truth of the situation loomed over her like a giant black cloud. “I’m a target.”

A walking, talking target who was a danger to the people she loved.

“Yes, you are.” Fander pulled her into his embrace, her cheek resting against the stiff quilted roughness of his combat garment. “We both are. And it is not something either of us asked for. It was the lot given us through the chance of birth and the unpredictability of tangol. We have some powerful enemies, Flora. I’ve been hiding my true self from them all my life. Now, it is time to face them.”

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Sunday, July 1, 2018

Surviving Sojourn by Liza O'Connor

Pane is the product of one of the God crew mating a sentient orangutan during an era when Zousan sent his fellows out to teach sentients not to kill each other. The crew called it the Make Love Not War campaign.

And it resulted in a great many baby Gods.

Normally, the God’s DNA overwhelms the other species resulting in pure God DNA in the offspring.
Except, on occasion, it turns out the sentient creature will have stronger, better DNA in some sections of the DNA strand resulting in a mix breed rather than a pure God. That is how Pane came to be.

While Zousan was worried when Athena took a liking to Pane—(He did not want furry grandkids), overtime, he also grows very fond of Pane. He promotes him to top shepherd and constantly praises him for his fabulous ability to get sentients to cooperate with one another and solve their own problems. This is critical to the PATH of LIGHT's success upon the final collapse.
The contract Zousan signed severely limits the number of times Zousan or any of his crew can intercede to save the various sentients needed to save the Path of Light. So Pane’s incredible gift of persuasion, foresight, and genuine love for his sentients makes all the difference in their battle to ensure the Path of Light triumphs over darkness.

Over time, Zousan come to love Pane like a son. He could not be prouder of his top Shepherd.

But the sentient computer Marybell senses her Pane beloved needs physical love, so Marybell suggests and Zousan acquires a Tea Cup Puppy that resembles Pane a great deal. When the puppy licks Pane’s nose, he licks the puppy and a love bond is set forever.

Ah, Puppy Love!

Surviving Sojourn
Liza O’Connor
An alien species is removing human colonies from planets, but to where, no one knows. Sojourn, along with the Emperor’s daughter and their crew, must find this unknown species and negotiate a treaty before the Empire’s army declares war on all non-human races.

Those who do not follow the Path of Light would prefer to kill all the non-human sentient beings before they are even aware they are under attack.

 Matters turn bleak for the Path of Light when Sojourn’s ship crash-lands on Terranue before their journey even begins.

Zousan smiled as he turned from his monitor. “Marybell, I have a great wish to reward Pane for his extraordinary work getting the alien bias removed from the books so Drogan could return to Captain Longfellow’s service.
“He did more than that,” the sentient computer replied. “By not placing Drogan on the crew list, your father has been under the presumption he died and thus has made no further attempts to kill the poor fellow.”
Zousan had wished he’d known what an ass his father intended to be. Then he would have bothered writing a trillion rules to stop his father from cheating. But no, he mistakenly believed he and his brothers and sisters had been successful with their intervention and his father had realized he needed to stop controlling all of their lives. Given all the troubles his father had plagued him with, he worried what happened to Poseidon’s fishing trip and Hade’s desire for a warm climate. He doubted his father had played fair with them anymore than he had with Zousan.
“What does Pane want more than anything?”
“To be woken with kisses,” she replied.
“I thought you loved Pane?” Zousan challenged.
“I do!”
“Then why did you suggest I find him another woman to warm his bed?”
“I suggested no such thing! I said he wanted to be woken with kisses.”
“And how do you propose we achieve the matter? I guarantee you no female on this ship will accept the job.”
“Well, I would, if I could, but I can’t. But I have found a cute little tea cup poodle to do the trick.”
“There’s a planet with sentient tea cups?” Zousan asked. He was definitely demoting whoever made tea cups sentient.
“Actually one your idiots did try to make sentient tea cups, to prank you, but when he poured the hot water into the cups, I made it so hot the cups melted, spilling hot water all over the idiot.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?”
“We weren’t on speaking terms back then. You preferred your interface.”
“That was a huge mistake on my part. One in which I’m most thrilled to have changed.”
“Thank you. I much prefer our current relationship as well.”
“So, back to the original topic. What type of Tea Cups are able to kiss Pane awake?”
“It’s a puppy. A very tiny puppy. So small, he’ll fit in a tea cup. Which means Pane can keep him in his pocket so he doesn’t have to worry about the little fellow when he’s working.”
“Then let’s get him a teacup puppy. He’s more than earned those kisses.

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Book 4 : Surviving Sojourn
Book 3: Surviving Terranue
Book 2: Surviving Outbound
Book 1: The Gods of Probabilities
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