Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Book Tour : Mineran Influence by PN Burrows


Mineran Influence
by PN Burrows
Genre : Sci Fi

Sam, an ex-soldier who is trying to rediscover himself after twenty years of service, unwittingly stumbles upon a mysterious alien presence in rural Wales. He is drawn into a tangled web of intrigue, pitting him against forces bent on destruction and putting his life in peril. Feeling mentally eroded by his time in the army and having worked hard to overcome this, he is thrust upon an alien journey that will change his life and beliefs in a profound way.

Claims of benevolence are only the beginning of the mysteries he'll have to unravel as doubt and mistrust haunt him. He will have to form unlikely alliances in order to fathom the mysteries at the secret Mineran enclave, where intrigue, deception and imminent danger reside.

His journey for answers will introduce him to pernicious enemies with hidden agendas, as a heinous plot to kill him unravels. Can he defeat his personal demons to secure justice and discover the truth of who or what is behind the nefarious machinations and why?

Author Interview 


If you could tell your younger writing self anything, what would it be?


I had attempted to write a novel in my younger days and sadly gave up for a number of reasons. If I could message myself in the past, I would say; to join your local writing groups, as the inspiration and support you get from these is great. Also, go out and experience life, take yourself out of your comfort zone whenever possible, participate in experiences, attend a variety courses, on anything it doesn't matter if you are interested in them, just learn. 

I threw my TV out ten years ago and I have been keeping myself busy by doing the above; it has made a big difference to how I write. 

What kind of research do you do, and how long do you spend researching before beginning a book?

I do perform quite a bit of research, the depth of it depends on the topic.  I perform most of it before writing the relevant chapter. 

Do you read your book reviews? How do you deal with bad or good ones?

I do read my reviews, fair and honest reviews are that, and I have to take it on the chin if the reader does not like my style. No book will suit everybody, but on the whole, my reviews have been encouraging. I have managed to pick up a troll, who had an argument with my daughter on a forum and took it out on me. I was very upset at first and attempted calm and meaningful dialogue. Once I realised he was a troll (heck bringing an argument across different forums should have warned me) I accepted the futility of worrying about him. He inspired a short story which has made many of my author friends chuckle,

I do reply to the Amazon reviews, thanking people for taking the time to write. Most of them are on the UK version with only two stateside.  

What is the most difficult part of your artistic process?

Finding the time, I find I am most productive in actually writing in the mornings, with many of my ideas coming to me before I fall asleep. 

What’s your favorite under-appreciated book?

'The Warlock in Spite of Himself' by Christopher Stasheff. It was book one of a series that I read in the 80's  it mixed Sci-fi and fantasy and I have fond memories of it.

About Author


Born in England and raised in Wales, I started my working life on a farm in the glorious rural Welsh countryside.  I retrained to become an IT Consultant and having spent thousands on Microsoft, CompTIA and Cisco qualifications; I also obtained a contract to run and teach at a Cisco Academy in England.  After this, I became a small business IT Advisor for WCBC and the Welsh Government.  As this funding dried up, I retrained as a Business Advisor and have since helped thousands of people start up their own businesses.

In my leisure time, I work my way through a comprehensive bucket list with my FiancĂ©e, Cath. This has caused us great delight as we have attended various courses and fun days out, such as beekeeping, pottery making, stained glass making, painting course, cooking courses, hawk walks, animal experiences, quad biking, gorge walking and much more. Our favourite one is learning to dance. This activity has remained with us and will hopefully do so for the rest of our lives. We can do a reasonable Waltz, collapse in laughter trying the Viennese Waltz, but it is the 1920’s Lindy Hop that we have fallen in love with. After three years of dancing, we still attend regular dance classes and events.

Strangely, for an ex-geek, my favourite gadget is my Italian Marcato pasta machine. I love real, unprocessed food and my freshly made pasta with a home cooked sauce is amazing.

I have always enjoyed reading, and in my early teenage years, I read authors ranging from Harry Harrison to HG Wells. Later in life, I turned to thriller writers such as the 3 C’s; Clancy, Cussler and Child. Also, I will always have a Pratchett book on my phone for light reading. His imagination was and always will be, inspiring. I have wanted to write the Mineran Series for several years prior to actually starting and with the encouragement from Cath, who has suffered my many varied, imaginative pranks over the years, I have begun.

Contact Information
Facebook: /pnburrows
Twitter: @pnburows


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Regards, 
Angela


Sunday, February 26, 2017

Book Tour : Melancholy Ghost by Kat Mayor


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Melancholy Ghost
by Kat Mayor
Genre : Supernatural

This is my stop during the book blitz for Melancholy Ghost by Kat Mayor. This book blitz is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 21 till 27 February. You can see the blitz schedule here.

Melancholy GhostMelancholy Ghost
By Kat Mayor
Genre: Paranormal
Age category: Adult
Release Date: 14 February, 2017

Blurb:
From ghost hunter to ghost, haunted.

Barrett has a plan—help Austin regain his memory, surround him with his friends and loved ones, and lead him into the light. Unfortunately, the tragic investigation of a melancholy ghost derails everything.

As new lead investigator, Thai struggles to maintain the high ratings SCI has always enjoyed. After a few subpar investigations, the network execs demand results, even if it means the team must put their lives on the line for a house more deadly than its dead occupants.

There are worse things than being dead.

Austin knows something is wrong. Most people ignore him, time eludes him, and his hands are basically worthless. If only he could remember what happened, he would have the answers he so desperately seeks. He’s sick of Barrett’s lies and Casey’s deflections. Austin will have to figure this one out on his own. Will the truth set him free, or destroy his soul?
While the others were in the back storeroom, Bob and Luis investigated the front of the store. Bob’s spirit guides led them over to an old Victrola. An apparition in a three-piece suit materialized in front of them. Bob couldn’t see the solid forms of ghosts the way Casey and Barrett did. He saw them as clear beings with bright edges. But if a spirit was strong and determined, it could convey its thoughts and words to Bob. You, sir. Might I have a word?
            “Certainly.”
            Professor Charles Bowen. The translucent apparition held out his hand in introduction.

            Bob made the motion of shaking his hand. “Pleased to meet you, Professor. How can I be of assistance?”
            The professor pointed with his translucent pipe. On the floor were shards of broken teacups and saucers. That was Lady Jane Carraway’s collection of fine, English bone china. It was then that Bob noticed the silhouette of a feminine spirit. Her clear being was outlined in a Victorian era tie-back blouse and skirt. She stood behind and to the side of the professor, clutching a lace handkerchief and weeping soundlessly. A mute spirit, Bob realized. Somehow her silent sobs were more sorrowful than if she had been wailing loudly. The professor pushed his wire-rimmed glasses up higher on his nose. Now what is to be done about them?
            “Them?”
            Those hoodlums. It’s one thing to endure their practical jokes. But Lady Jane is a kind soul. She didn’t deserve this.
            He’s sweet on her, a young male spirit taunted. Then he made smooching noises. A couple of other spirits with him began to laugh. They blurred into one as they floated off down another aisle.
            Alas, I did not know Lady Jane when we were alive. He patted her arm. I wish I had. His eyes narrowed at Bob and Luis. You must make them leave. They are turning this fine establishment into a rowdy, ill-managed ale house.
            “We’ll do our best, Professor.”
            One more thing.
            Bob turned to face him. The ginger boy is the ring leader. If you cross him over, they’ll all follow.
           
***
After a short break, Thai decided they should all regroup in the storeroom. He slowly pushed the door open, so as not to run into a heavy piece of furniture again. No sooner had they entered than they heard a creaking sound from the right side wall. Barrett and Thai ran over, and Gary followed, pointing his camera. The drawers of a Danish modern china cabinet slid open and shut, open and shut. The lights flicked on an off while the lingerie swayed back and forth, moved by invisible hands. 
Thai rubbed his forehead and groaned. The lights blinking off and on reminded him of his pre-teen days at the roller skating rink. It was fucking annoying. To the average observer, it looked like a scene from any B horror movie ever made. But unlike the movies, Thai could see the cause for the light show—a short, pale aura standing on top of the chair, playing with the wall switch.
Bob felt an unseen hand tugging on his braid. “Hey,” he yelled and started toward the spirit with a menacing glare.
“Let it go, man,” Thai told him. “They’re just kids.” Just then a violent crash near the back wall made them all jump. The large oak shelving unit, holding kitchen crockery and knick-knacks, was lying face-down on the floor. “Did you catch that, Gary?” Thai asked as he ran over to check it out.
“Got it,” Gary told him. Thai bent down to examine the damage. He shrieked as he felt a stream of ice-cold liquid hit the back of his head and shoulders. “Son of a bitch!” He turned just in time to see three auras float off in the opposite direction.
            “What happened?” Luis asked a shivering Thai.
            “The turds are spraying me with ice water.” His teeth chattered as he unconsciously reached for one of the shirts hanging on a hanger to dry off with. Then his arm retracted. Ghost water wasn’t wet; it just felt that way.
            “I don’t think you’re that lucky,” Bob told him.
            “What do you mean?” Thai asked.
            Bob chuckled. “Ghost piss is cold, too. I saw them pulling their pants up, just before they took off.”


You can find Melancholy Ghost on Goodreads

You can buy Melancholy Ghost here:
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Kat MayorAbout the Author:
I am a native Texan, wife, and mom. In addition to The Spirit Chaser, I have written a young adult series, The Circle. I’m a full-time reader, part-time writer, and when I’m not kicking a story around in my head, I love to read and review books on Goodreads.

You can find and contact Kat Mayor here:
- Website
- Facebook
- Twitter
- Goodreads

Giveaway
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Regards, 
Angela

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Pain

I thought I have had enough
The pain really was too much
I cannot bear it any more
The truth is I can do nothing

Every time I remember
I can only feel the pain 
The pain I cannot forget
It never leave me alone

I cry and keep crying
Sharing my deepest pain 
Hoping to ease the burden
But the memory stays in my heart

I was trapped with no way out
The pain slowly killing me
Wonder whether I am still alive
I don't think I want to live any longer

Regards, 
Angela

See too : 
Broken
Change 
Helpless
Torment
Empty 
My Life 
Illusion 
Rain 
Life 
Hope 

Book Spotlight : The Steps by Iveta Redliha


The Steps 
by Ivetha Redliha
Genre : Mystery, thriller, and suspense


Bradbury is a gorgeous property that stands amidst dark secrets. One fine day a young reckless woman Leonora, driven by desire for easy money that a rich couple would offer their surrogate mother, comes to live at the mansion, unsuspecting of the paths this seemingly carefree life and lust for money will bring to.

Meanwhile, Reyna’s steady life is turned upside down the moment her mother dies in suspicious circumstances and leaves her an unknown property and dark secrets from her turbulent past. Around that time handsome yet secretive Lucas comes into Reyna’s life. At the end the truth about the young man and the horrors of his past that haunt him, not allowing him to give in to his feelings, serves a final blow to Reyna.



Excerpt

“Savoring his own mind's resilience, Lucas drew a long breath of cool autumn air once again. His eyes were fixed on a woman who was bending down to pick some fallen tree leaves. A shiver ran through his body at the thought of the self-imposed task that awaited him. He knew it wouldn't be pleasant, but in most cases the end justifies the means. Lucas felt absolutely prepared. He took one step, kicking some swooshing leaves up in the air and expected the woman to notice his presence. With his eyes still fixed on her he took another step on the leafy carpet. The rustling of the leaves on the ground must have alerted her attention to the stranger's approach but she seemed to pay no attention to it. Lucas stopped and observed her rich red hair that, pulled into a ponytail, fell over her back. In a flowing motion the slender hands were picking one fallen maple leaf after another. Her black coat was so long it spread on the ground like a blanket every time she lowered herself. Suddenly, she jolted upright and looked at the stranger with apprehension. "Finally!" thought Lucas and proceeded towards the woman, with a wide grin.”

“Shivers ran down Reyna's spine. For a moment she thought his last words were meant as a threat. The stranger's look had been so sharp and penetrating, horrifying and exciting at the same time. She embraced herself and shuddered once again. This time it was due to the pungent wind that was becoming stronger as the evening grew closer. For a while she stood there watching Lucas walk away, then finally looked away.”

“It's important to leave a good first impression. The door opened, and the woman adjusted her skirt once more before springing up from her chair. She wasn't too sure her choice of clothing was appropriate for the occasion, maybe she should have worn something more formal.

- Hello! Kurt Bradbury, - the man greeted her and reached out for a handshake. - This is my wife, Nelly Bradbury. With an elegant hand movement Kurt embraced the woman next to him. The women shook hands.

- Leonora Watson, - she replied, slightly timidly. An awkward silence followed. The three adults were looking at each other, as if waiting for someone to speak first or trying to come up with something to say in such a situation. None of them was experienced in such matters. How do you interview a potential surrogate mother or the family in wish of having a child? Leonora noticed that Kurt and Nelly were just as nervous as she was and realized that not only the married couple had to make a choice, but also she has to decide whether this family is the one she will offer her service to.”


About Author 



My name is Iveta Redliha.I am 39 years old writer form Latvia, who was born in Norway (Svalbard). I am mom of 3 wonderful children and I am married.

We have 2 pets, chocolate Lab named Horton and Birman cat named Smurfette. As you can see we like animated movies.

I have degree in Psychology, and two professional diplomas in Stress Management Coaching and Consultancy, and Neuro Psychological Immunology. I am looking forward to work in my sphere, but at this moment I write my second book, which is almost done.

I enjoy to be in nature and long walks in the forest with my family and our dog. We love to travel and see interesting and exciting places around the world. Although we loved all the countries we’ve been to, but there is one we love the most – Iceland!

I write since I was 8 years old, and besides the prose I love to write poetry as well.

I write fiction in thriller/ suspense/ crime and mystery genres. With great passion I unravel in writing destinies of people of different walks of life, and their entangled feelings. “The Steps” was born out of my imagination and built on inspiration from gothic love and detective novels.

My readers can find me on facebook page:
https://www.facebook.com/The-Steps-1851233818448669/

You can get the book at
https://www.amazon.com/Steps-Iveta-Redliha-ebook/dp/B01NAVT5AV/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1486360188&sr=8-1&keywords=iveta+redliha


Regards, 
Angela

 


Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Song: Helium by Sia


Lyric:

I'm trying but I keep falling down
I cry out but nothing comes now
I'm giving my all and I know peace will come
I never wanted to need someone

Yeah, I wanted to play tough, thought I could do all this on my own
But even Superwoman sometimes needed Superman's soul
Help me out of this hell
Your love lifts me up like helium

Your love lifts me up when I'm down, down, down, when I've hit the ground
You're all I need
And if you let go, I'll float towards the sun
I'm stronger 'cause you fill me up

But when the fear comes and I drift towards the ground
I am lucky that you're around
Yeah, I wanted to play tough, thought I could do all this on my own
But even Superwoman sometimes needed Superman's soul

Help me out of this hell
Your love lifts me up like helium
Your love lifts me up when I'm down, down, down, when I've hit the ground
You're all I need
'Cause your love lifts me up like helium
Your love lifts me up like helium

You lift me up and I am found
You lift me up before I hit the ground
You lift me up when I am down, down, down
You lift me up before I hit the ground
You lift me up and I am found
You lift me up before I hit the ground
You lift me up when I'm down, down, down
You lift me up before I hit the ground
Your love lifts me up like helium
Your love lifts me up when I'm down, down, down, when I've hit the ground
You're all I need
'Cause your love lifts me up like helium
Your love lifts me up like helium
Your love lifts me up like helium
Your love lifts me up like helium


Note: 

I really like this song, I keep listening without feel bored. The lyrics also touch my heart too.
Sia is one of my favorite songwriter.
Its really nice song.

Kind regards,

Selene.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Book Tour : The Guardian by Amber Malloy




The Guardian
Las Vegas Tales
Book 1 
Amber Malloy 

ASIN: B01MS3SHGN

Genre: Action Adventure, Suspense, Guilty Pleasures, Interracial, MultiCultural

Book Description:

Jack Stone has inherited his family’s casino. The only problem? The mob wants it more than he does. If he doesn’t play his cards right, he’ll end up dead.

When his high school sweetheart drops back into his life, Jack’s got an even tougher decision -- should he trust the beauty with his life and heart -- again? This time he’s hoping the odds are in his favor.

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Excerpt

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The last remains of the Vegas nightlife surrounded his bar, where the showgirls from the Bellagio ignored last call. Jack Stone cleaned off the glasses with a smile. He had no choice; this town was a world of its own. Only in Las Vegas would a baby shower at the witching hour be acceptable. The star act of the Night Review was not blessing a new life with just any old nightclub but one where old Hollywood had once clamored to get in.

"To Mindy, for getting out of the dance race before she got tossed out on her pregnant ass!" The pack of Amazons cheered at their captain's toast.

"Last ones, lovelies," Jack called out. "It's time to go."

"Aw, come on, Jack, one more?" they whined practically in unison.

"Sorry, girls, the big boss would have my head if he knew I kept us open this late."

"We could only make it over after the show." The tallest of the tribe reached across the dark bar to touch his shoulder. "I'm sure you can pull a few strings."

Jack kept his smile firmly in place, without allowing them to know he was immune to their charm. "Last one," he repeated with a wink to soften the blow.

"Okay, you win." Still sparkly from her performance earlier, the replacement showgirl took her Peppermint Schnapps down like a pro. "What do you say to dinner tomorrow night after last curtain?"

Since his return to Vegas three years ago, this was the same song and dance he went through nightly. He was hip deep in friends with benefit offers. At first he indulged in the available pool of beauties, a distraction from his true mission. It would have been easy to keep going, but the sexy woman who had just stepped into Pauline's consumed his mind and heart.

Lena Mercier walked upstream of the thin dancers. Toned with curves in all the right places, she was an artistic statue painted in the vibrant hue of milk chocolate.

"Thanks for the drinks!" The showgirls headed out of the bar doors in a peal of giggles.

"You've got something of mine, Jack," Lena said in a subtle tone that stopped the mindless chatter in his head. The Lululemon leggings cupped her perfect ass. It was her usual travel uniform. She must have just gotten off a plane. A fancy tank top and light leather jacket topped off her outfit. Her sleek black hair fell in a swoop in front of her right eye -- a sophisticated cut that showcased her elegant neck. Jack noted how perfect she looked. Except for the fact she had left town two weeks ago, and he had no idea where she had gone. It still aggravated him.

He wiped down the deep wood and concentrated on the high polish, instead of the sexy woman in front of him. "Just put your lips together and blow."

She gave him a cheeky smile before she put her fingers to her mouth and ripped a high-C whistle. In a matter of moments, the heavy panting of excitement filled the damn near empty bar. A squat, furry toad ran at full tilt in her direction. Lena's Frenchie, Harry, hopped on the chair, then the table before he took full flight through the air. Lena caught the little fucker in the crook of her arm.

Since he never tired of that circus trick, Jack chuckled. "Nightcap?" Happy to see his neighbor had made it back home, he tried not to compete for her attention with the dog.

"Sorry, Jack, I'm beat."

"You want to talk about it? After all, bartenders are great listeners." He nudged to get her to open up about her work. Once high school sweethearts, they'd spent more than a decade apart, and then one day she was back. Since he didn't believe in coincidence, he had his suspicions why Lena had suddenly showed up in his life.

"If only that were true." Lena smiled before she headed toward the door.

"We're not good listeners?" He wished she would stay and keep him company.
"No," she turned around, stopping short of disappearing into the cool night, "the part where you're just the bartender."


Guest Blog 

Repeat offenders?

Who among us doesn’t adore the ‘the one that got away’ love story? I know it couldn’t be just me because book shelves are lined with these sweet reunion novels. Harlequin has a line dedicated to pregnant hook-ups, so why not old booty calls? Oops, that’s not how they package it. Here, let me start over … second chance books is a nice way of saying familiar dick. People love these past love storylines. I’m not too sure how many people revisit these types of relationships in real life, but I do wonder where the obsession comes from.

Depending upon the scenarios, I’m game to read 300 and something pages of getting to know you again. I even wrote a second chance romance between an ex-football player and a former ballerina. To be honest, past history is sometimes fun to build a plot around, but in real life maybe not so much.

There was a reason why the relationship didn’t initially work out, right? Could it be that personality defect that couldn’t be overlooked? Or perhaps it was circumstances. Lovers who were torn apart get reacquainted twenty years later. Sweet, right? But in the back of the reader’s mind, everyone is thinking did the heroine or hero change or grow? How could they possibly be attracted to the same traits at 40 that they were at 20? (Only if their maturity was stunted during all that time) What, just me again? *rolls eyes* I highly doubt that.

Second chance plots can be crazy sweet, but there has to be a certain amount of self-exploration to anchor the story. One side has to be right, while this other side has to be wrong, but most importantly someone has to be sorry. A misunderstanding can occur to drive a wedge, but at some point in the story this has to be acknowledged. Forgiveness is a strong theme here, young Skywalker, and someone better be ready to grovel. Cynical? Maybe a little, but also realistic. In other words, someone must own up to their crap then the clothes can come off. Not always in that order, but most of the time this is the formula that leads to that almighty HEA ending we crave. 

- Amber Malloy -


About Author 


Amber Malloy dreamed of being a double agent but couldn’t pass the psyche evaluation. Crushed by despair that she couldn’t legally shoot things, Amber pursued her second career choice as pastry chef. When she’s not writing or whipping up a mean Snickers Cheesecake, she occasionally spies on her sommelier. Amber is convinced he’s faking his French accent.

Amber loves to talk to her readers and can be found at www.ambermalloy.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/authambermalloy
Website: http://ambermalloy.blogspot.com/







Regards, 
Angela