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Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Being There Awakenings

Being There Awakenings #mystery #thriller #faninteractive

Foreward by NY Times Best Selling Author - Peggy McColl

Suspenseful story, while the main character Christian, learns who he is and the personal power he has. A science fiction novel with some positive and interesting messages for every day life. A good read!!! ~ Review by Gaye Chicoine

Available on Amazon: USA   CDN    UK    AU

Note: Order this book on Amazon and then get involved in the series. You have a chance to receive an Ipad Mini if your chapter/character submission is accepted. 

See Being There Awakenings for details.

Excerpt: Chapter One - Farewell Christian

  It was a beautiful eighty degree day in the Hamptons. The sky was clear and the humidity was unusually low. The sun was dipping behind a small bank of light, wispy clouds emitting a rainbow of vibrant colors that filled the sky. The sound of waves curling up to the beach resonated across the neighborhood as a light breeze carried the unmistakable fragrance of summer at the beach across the yard.

This was the best time of the day. The excitement of beach goers had faded slowly as the afternoon progressed. The crickets were chirping and song birds were singing the last song of the day from their perches in the arborvitaes lining the perimeter of the property. The occasional call of seagulls strafing the beach echoed in the yard.

Christian hurried to finish with some last minute set up details. He stacked a multitude of wrapped gifts on a table in the corner of the pool deck. The caterers were hanging a big sign over the pool with Farewell Christian — Good Luck at Cal Poly printed on it as the flickering flames from the Tiki torches danced over the still pool. 

Christian’s parents, Edward and Katheryn, moments before had headed inside to dress for their soon-to-be arriving party guests. They couldn’t be prouder, but as with any parents there was underlying concern with his being so far from home, more so from Edward as he was charged with safeguarding this very special young man.

Christian was headed to California in the morning to begin his fifth term in architectural studies at California Polytechnic. He had possessed a fascination with building and heavy equipment since his early childhood. In fact, he had a fascination with just about anything he saw. But designing and building, well, let’s just say he loved it. He had an uncanny knack to create, build and fix just about anything.

Edward was a cardiologist. He earned his medical degree after serving four years with the armed services, along with the help of veteran’s administration loans. He completed his residency and set up practice on Long Island twenty-five years earlier. Edward is active with the Army Reserves, holds the rank of Major, and is an active administrative board member for regional VA hospitals.

His mother, Katheryn, is a real estate attorney with a penchant for collecting. She and Edward had met when she was attending her pre-law curriculum at Hofstra University. They lost touch with each other for a time following graduation and fatefully recon­nected after bumping into each other in the Hamptons.

Katheryn’s hobby is collecting Coca-Cola® memorabilia. Her col­lection rivals that of any private collector. The only thing missing is an actual delivery truck, which I am sure she would have if she could park it in the yard.

They had planned Christian’s farewell party months earlier. Katheryn wanted it to be the event of the summer at the Asher household. As the excitement for the upcoming party grew, so did their concerns about him being nearly three thousand miles away, making for a setting of uneasy jubilation during the affair.

As Christian finished some last minute details he heard cars pulling into the gravel driveway. He peered at the gate to see who had arrived so early. The first arrivals entered through the gate and onto the pool deck, “Whew, thank god it’s you guys,“ said Christian, looking at three of his closest school friends, Maddy, Chris and Connor. “I still have to jump in the shower. Would you mind lighting the rest of the Tikis and citronellas for me while I clean up?”

“No problem,” said Maddy, giving Christian a quick peck on the cheek before he headed inside.

Maddy was short for Madison, an attractive, longtime friend. She quickly began lighting the candles and the remaining unlit torches as Chris and Connor, also longtime friends, sluggishly followed with their noses buried in their iPhones, listening as Madison barked out orders at them to bring their gift to Christian into the yard before he returned. They had all chipped in to buy Christian a signed jersey from Derek Jeter encased in a large frame. Jeter was Christian’s favorite player.

Chris, who everyone called ‘Tweet’ although Maddy sometimes called him Twit because he was constantly on Twitter reporting his every action which Maddy found disturbing, and Conner strug­gled with the oversized frame containing the signed jersey as they clumsily made their way past the shrubs partially blocking the entranceway to the yard.

”Hurry up, before he comes out again. Don’t ruin the surprise!” squawked Maddy. “Put it over there,” she ordered them, point­ing at a table snuggled in the corner of the deck behind the bar. “That’s the best place, away from all the action,” Maddy said.

“Where?” Connor asked, paying more attention to text alarms from his phone than the task at hand. Maddy grimaced and again pointed to a small, shadowy niche behind the bar that was set up in the corner of the deck.

“Over there!” Maddie said.

Christian had made his way into the house and up the back stairs towards his room. As he turned down the hallway he noticed the door to the study was shut, light on, and overheard what he was all too familiar with lately. His mom and dad were “talking”. It wasn’t an argument, but it wasn’t comfortable con­versation either. It was more a strong expression of concern by his father, Edward. “What if something happens while he’s away?” he heard his father ask.

His mother, Katheryn followed up with a reassuring, “I wouldn’t worry about it. That’s why we had him stay home for the first two years and look, nothing happened, did it? Besides, now is not the time. This is his party.”

Christian had seen this scenario play out many times over with increasing frequency as Christian’s departure for college grew nearer. Christian had an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He was unsure if these “heavy” discussions were only about their con­cerns for him specifically or if his parents were having other trou­bles and his leaving was a common ground for their conversational engagements. All he knew was that there was an uneasiness in the house that seemed to be getting worse with time.

As Christian opened the door to his bedroom, the creaking noise alerted his parents of his presence. He heard his mother in a somewhat startled voice, “Honey, is that you?”

“Yeah Mom, it’s just me,” he replied quickly. “I need to jump into the shower,” he said deep in thought, then continued asking, “Are… are you guys alright in there?” Christian asked.

In an attempt to distract from the situation, Christian’s mom opened the study door and replied as she began her way down the long hallway, looking at Christian standing in the doorway to his room, “Of course honey! We were just putting some final touches on something that is, none… of… your… business!” she said with a big smile on her face, giving him a kiss on the cheek and then quickly heading downstairs to join the increasing number of guests that were beginning to arrive.

Christian looked briefly toward the study as Edward slowly closed the door. Seeing the concerned look upon his face while trying to force a smile only served to increase the uneasy feelings Christian had in his gut. He heard Edward sigh deeply as he closed the door to his study, then the unmistakable sound of a cork being pulled from a bottle of Johnny Walker Gold.

Edward wasn’t a drinker. He enjoyed the occasional drink now and then so that’s why this seemed so unusual. Christian won­dered what was going on and continued to dwell on the situation as he got ready for the party, his thoughts eventually yielding to the increasingly noisy activity he heard outside in the yard.

Christian jumped out of the shower, dressed and headed down to the party, grabbing his allergy prescription on the way. Reaching the kitchen he glanced out the sliding glass doors leading to the pool deck holding what appeared to him to be well over a hun­dred people, mostly familiar and some unfamiliar. The deck was alive with activity. There were people talking everywhere. Some were singing, others were dancing to the variety of tunes the DJ was mixing. There were guests in a room off to the side of the kitchen, noisily admiring the hundreds of Coca-Cola collectibles his mother had gathered over the years.

Mrs. Asher was a definite enthusiast, collecting original post­ers, wall placards, vending machines, ice chests, serving glasses from Jacob’s pharmacy, which was the first place Coke was served, figurines, race car replicas, and an entire original collection of Hutchinson bottles from when Coca-Cola was first bottled in the mid 1890s through the most recent bottles, cans and gadgets. There were also framed papers and notes with Dr. Pemberton’s name or signature, the inventor of Coca-Cola. She had just about everything they made, outside of the factory itself and the famous Clydesdales; however, she had plenty of pictures and posters of both, including period sketches and paintings.

Maddy was talking with his mother and father on the deck, accompanied by his Aunt Janice and Uncle Mac who looked in at Christian with a big smile on his face and a thumbs up.

Chris and Connor had separated in pursuit of their own inter­ests. Connor’s interest lay with a tall, attractive, blue eyed brun­ette named Jamie. He stood before her with a smug look as if his advances were well received when in fact, Jamie had her eyes on Tweet who had headed over to another group of partygoers loi­tering around the car Christian and his father had slowly restored over the past few years.

Available on Amazon: USA   CDN    UK    AU

 Learn more about this book series at: Being There Awakenings

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Be part of a Fan Interactive Book Series



"This is a fast paced novel for a reader looking for entertainment. Be prepared to fall in love with the characters and feel joy, suspense, sadness and excitement all in one sitting." ~ Peggy McColl - NY Times Best Selling Author

Book Description:
You could be a character in the next book in the series! Introducing the first fan-interactive book series! (See Excerpt here)

Christian Asher had all the promise of any soon to be college junior. Handsome, athletic and bright, he prepared to embark on his future, a future filled with events far beyond his wildest dreams, or maybe not? Christian has a secret, a secret hidden deep within the recesses of his mind.

This is Christian's story... Travel with Christian as this secret awakens, unleashing a series of new and exciting events bringing discovery, adventure and good fortune. His excitement, however, is short lived when he learns that his gift has stimulated unwanted interest and concern, rapidly testing his ability to trust those closest to him… 


R.C. Henningsen is the author of "Being There Awakenings", the beginning of a series of thrilling adventures incorporating a little creative licensing on actual recorded historical events that stimulated the creation of the characters and storyline. The process of which has been millennia in the making.

Be part of this book series and have a chance to receive an Ipad Mini! 

Go to beingthereawakenings for details!

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Inside The Mirrors

Inside the Mirrors
“This story crawls into your head, and makes you leave the light on after you're done reading.” ~ Trixie


Inside The Mirrors by Jason R. Davis

Unfortunately there is nothing normal about Standard. There has been an evil that has been awakened, and now the residents are slowly going crazy. Men for no reason are coming home and murdering their families, and dark forms are appearing in people's mirrors. The evil is spreading, and now it is up to ex-Chicago cop Rob Alletto to find it.

*****

If you could sum up Inside the Mirrors in three words, what would they be?

Inside The Mirrors by Jason R. Davis is like a classic horror: scary without excessive gore. This story crawls into your head, and makes you leave the light on after you're done reading. The plot centers on Rob Alleto, a Chicago cop who believes that moving to a small town would lead to a safer environment for himself and his family. Before long, he discovers that there are things far worse than street criminals, when an evil spirit attempts to possess Rob's neighbors through their mirrors. It kept my interest from beginning to end. ~ Trixie

"There has been an evil that has been awakened, and now the residents are slowly going crazy." #horror 

Hatched
Hatched by Jason R. Davis

It is the morning hours in the small town of Hammond and, as the town wakes up it finds that there is something spreading. Something that is not seen until it is too late because by then, you are already infected. At that point, they are already... Hatched.

*****

Hatched is a good story, with a lot of really good ideas and concepts. The idea of the spiders and the "zombies" was definitely a twist on the idea, and I think I can say that of all the zombie variants I've encountered in fiction, these are the ones I'd less like to encounter...


"I think I can say that of all the zombie variants I've encountered in fiction...#horror #spiders"

"For Mr. Davis I have to say one thing – yes, I’m now afraid of spiders again! A genuine horror writer that knows just how to terrify his readers and create nightmares that will NEVER end!' ~ Audiobook Reviewer

Caught in the Web: Invisible Spiders Book 2 by Jason R. Davis

In the morning, the invisible spiders had hatched and had spread. Now the small town of Hammond is under quarantine and the inhabitants are fighting to survive. They face something they can't see, and no one, not even the military has answers. They just know they must escape before it's too late. They must stop themselves from being caught in the web.

*****

"This is the second book in the series and immediately starts where the first book left. The already tense nature of the book only increases by leaps and bounds as the pace quickens and havoc is wreaked upon this small rural town. There were multiple times that the book left me agape, as the mental imagery from the action was magnetic. "~ Zoe

"A genuine horror writer that knows just how to terrify his readers and create nightmares...#zombie #horror"

Monday, December 14, 2015

Chasing the Codex: A Mystery by 24 Authors

Chasing the Codex: A Mystery by 24 Authors



Book Description:

Bryndis Palmer, owner of The Neglected Word bookstore, invites her fourteen-year-old niece Frida to visit her so that the precocious, Jane Austen-loving young girl can accompany Bryn to the “Midwest Booklovers’ Convention” being held in nearby Saint Louis. Never mind that Bryn has just broken up with her on-again, off-again boyfriend Holt Furst, or that said boyfriend has suddenly disappeared from his apartment above her shop––possibly in a violent kidnapping. Bryndis dutifully heads to the airport to pick up Frida, only to discover that Frida has also disappeared––reportedly swooped up by a chauffeur and whisked away in a limousine.

Who would kidnap her niece? Where could they have taken her? Where could Holt be? Brynn is an amateur sleuth from her childhood days of reading Nancy Drew mysteries, and she barges ahead with her own investigation, certain that the local police and the airport authorities will bungle the job, and fearing the wrath of her sister Lia if anything happens to Frida. Of course, Bryn doesn’t know that the disappearances of Holt and Frida are actually connected, and as she begins her search, a mystifying tale starts to unravel––introducing her to a host of strange characters, all more unusual than those in the murder mysteries she’s accustomed to reading.

Along the way, she discovers that she herself is somehow at the center of it all, and swirling around her are other strange curiosities––a missing Bible, a famous frontier hero, and a hidden secret code. Will she find Frida? And Holt? How does it all connect? And how is Bryn involved? It will all be revealed in CHASING THE CODEX.


Here’s a different kind of book: This cozy mystery was written by 24 of Cozy Cat Press’s 40-some authors, with each author penning their own individual chapter or chapters. How did we make this happen? Easy! We started at the top of the alphabet with Amy Beth Arkawy and moved down the alphabet through Diane Weiner (with a few detours along the way).

None of the authors had any idea where the next author would take the story; they only knew what they wanted to do with the characters and the plot in their own chapter. We think you’ll find the results amazing––and exciting! So, be prepared for quite a ride, as we go CHASING THE CODEX!

Last Light Falling: Into The Darkness



Another masterpiece! ~ Review by Crystal Simons

I read the first book of this series and loved it and was so excited to see this one. And man I was not disappointed. It picks up where the other one ended and the tragic story of Arena and her brother Gabe continues. It is so thrilling and deep, I could not stop reading it. The struggles, the hell they face daily is intense. And their strength grows as they do. Their journey to find their friends leads them to a place they did not expect and it changed everything once again. War, death, betrayal and the pure fight to survive grab you and hold you prisoner. I love the details as much as the first book and the strong characters made it another joy to read. It has a wonderful smooth flow and keeps your attention. I hated to see it end. J.E. Plemons is such a talented writer and I love how he thinks and how deep his imagination goes. I want more! I recommend this book highly to everyone and I look forward to more of this saga .You will love both books. They are both favorites of mine and ones that stay in your mind and heart long after the last page.


Book Description:

Arena has left the nation’s administration with a dead president and a weakened military, and while the tragic memories continue to scar her, the government struggles to regroup without its leader. For the people who still remain in hiding, it’s evident the country is all but lost, and with Russian operatives taking over, the nation’s hope of recovering is grim.

After months in hiding, Arena and her brother, Gabriel, fight to survive the aftermath while they trudge through unkindly terrain across the country to rejoin their friends, but what they soon discover may staunch their journey. The government’s failed attempt to rebirth a broken nation has caused civil unrest like no other.

After reuniting with their friends, Arena’s decision to stay changes when she discovers the secrets of a refugee camp behind a clandestine group of rebels, known as the Southern Resistance. With an opportunity to escape to a permanent safe haven, Arena risks her life to lead the new fellowship. But the darkest days are upon them, and with a new war brewing, Arena’s path will take a dark turn as her survival is in jeopardy.

Into The Darkness captures the cruel truth behind our darkest secrets which may often cause us to question our faith. In this graphic second installment of the LAST LIGHT FALLING series, J.E. Plemons continues the grim story of Arena Power’s fate, testing her faith while she and her brother search for an answer to their survival in a brooding world filled with chaos.

Meet The Author!


Jay has a BS in Music business with emphasis in publishing and copyright law, an English degree that he never intended getting, and a music education degree to which he will forever embrace.

Jay spent a year studying for the LSAT, then decided to attend culinary school,  hoping to become an aspiring chef in a five star restaurant, but didn't care for the fourteen hour days in a kitchen. So what did he do? Met his wife in college, got married, and after hearing the news of their first child, decided to skip the idea of attending law school. It was the best choice he ever made.

Jay spent his years in Nashville working in the music industry for companies like RCA, Sony, Zomba, and Dreamworks, all of which gave him a bitter taste in his mouth. Aside from working directly with many famous artists, his conclusion of the industry was a tainted cesspool of filth. From Austin, Texas to Nashville, Tennessee, Jay worked a small time in the film industry, as a PA, extra in a few films, and a various of other uninspiring, uneventful jobs. He dedicated his carpentry skills for a while creating custom fine furniture, manned a press for a print shop, was a studio musician, played drums for a few famous artists, taught high school band for a year, giving IT support for the Texas Legislature, and now an aspiring author. He has no claim to fame, nor does he want any.

Jay has been fortunate enough to experience many things in his life, some of which were humbling, others fulfilling, and because of that, he's grown to be patient and content. He's willing to struggle, fail, sacrifice, and fall before he learns to move on from those experiences. He's not afraid to die, but willing to live as long as he's able. Even though he'd like to see his kids grow old, Jay understands that every day  is precious, yet uncertain. He lives with the best intentions that everything is going to be okay until it isn't, and when that happens, He's free to just let go.


See previous posting about Last Light Falling: The Covenant, Book I

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Whiskey Devils

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Whiskey Devils

Nominate Whiskey Devils on Kindle Scout. If this book is chosen for publication, and Whiskey Devils is on your nomination board, you will receive a free copy.

Book Description:

Running a criminal enterprise is hard work

Evan Powers has become the new manager in Nick Grady’s well-established marijuana growing operation. Led by his roommate and best friend, little has changed in Nick’s secretive business since the late ‘60s, which is just the way the aging hippie would like it to remain. However, Nick’s complex past comes full circle, thrusting Evan in a scramble to decipher the truth behind the enigmatic lives of the people he holds dear. Deep in the woods, demons will be unleashed.

Read an Excerpt

Meet the Author!

Brandon Zenner

Brandon Zenner is an American fiction writer. His short fiction has been published in both print and online publications, the first being submitted when he was just 19 years old. THE EXPERIMENT OF DREAMS, his debut eBook thriller, has reached Amazon's top-ten charts within its genre many times. His categories of choice are thrillers, dystopian, crime, and science fiction.

Nominate Whiskey Devils on Kindle Scout!

Monday, November 9, 2015

Last Light Falling Book II

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Last Light Falling: Into The Darkness: Book II

So good you will be enthralled throughout this novel! ~ Mary Nguyen

J.E Plemons is an outstanding author. Last Light Falling into the Darkness is brilliant, and easy to comprehend. Something that is a rarity to find these days. In the beginning, Arena and her twin brother Gabriel make their way across the broken nation. Adversities the twins must face are restless in this apocalyptic world. They make friends, and enemies. There is a few flashbacks of the horrors they preserved through in first book Last Light Falling: The Covenant. Arena and Gabriel struggle to survive within the torn nation. The overall theme “fighting to survive” is widespread in this breakthrough novel. It has everything you want in a Young Adult Dystopian novel. Last Light Falling into the Darkness, is thrilling enough to keep you captivated till the last page. Which leads to third book, yet to be released. You will be begging the author J.E Plemons to release it sooner!

Book Description:

Arena has left the nation’s administration with a dead president and a weakened military, and while the tragic memories continue to scar her, the government struggles to regroup without its leader. For the people who still remain in hiding, it’s evident the country is all but lost, and with Russian operatives taking over, the nation’s hope of recovering is grim.

After months in hiding, Arena and her brother, Gabriel, fight to survive the aftermath while they trudge through unkindly terrain across the country to rejoin their friends, but what they soon discover may staunch their journey. The government’s failed attempt to rebirth a broken nation has caused civil unrest like no other.

After reuniting with their friends, Arena’s decision to stay changes when she discovers the secrets of a refugee camp behind a clandestine group of rebels, known as the Southern Resistance. With an opportunity to escape to a permanent safe haven, Arena risks her life to lead the new fellowship. But the darkest days are upon them, and with a new war brewing, Arena’s path will take a dark turn as her survival is in jeopardy.

Into The Darkness captures the cruel truth behind our darkest secrets which may often cause us to question our faith. In this graphic second installment of the LAST LIGHT FALLING series, J.E. Plemons continues the grim story of Arena Power’s fate, testing her faith while she and her brother search for an answer to their survival in a brooding world filled with chaos.



...she discovers the secrets of a refugee camp behind a clandestine group of rebels, known as the Southern Resistance. 

J E Plemons
J. E Plemons  (Jay) Author Bio:

Jay have a BS in Music business with emphasis in publishing and copyright law, an English degree that he never intended getting, and a music education degree to which he will forever embrace.

Jay spent a year studying for the LSAT, then decided to attend culinary school,  hoping to become an aspiring chef in a five star restaurant, but didn't care for the fourteen hour days in a kitchen. So what did he do? Met his wife in college, got married, and after hearing the news of their first child, decided to skip the idea of attending law school. It was the best choice he ever made.

Jay spent his years in Nashville working in the music industry for companies like RCA, Sony, Zomba, and Dreamworks, all of which gave him a bitter taste in his mouth. Aside from working directly with many famous artists, his conclusion of the industry was a tainted cesspool of filth. From Austin, Texas to Nashville, Tennessee, Jay worked a small time in the film industry, as a PA, extra in a few films, and a various of other uninspiring, uneventful jobs. He dedicated his carpentry skills for a while creating custom fine furniture, manned a press for a print shop, was a studio musician, played drums for a few famous artists, taught high school band for a year, giving IT support for the Texas Legislature, and now an aspiring author. He has no claim to fame, nor does he want any.

Jay has been fortunate enough to experience many things in his life, some of which were humbling, others fulfilling, and because of that, he's grown to be patient and content. He's willing to struggle, fail, sacrifice, and fall before he learns to move on from those experiences. He's not afraid to die, but willing to live as long as he's able. Even though he'd like to see his kids grow old, Jay understands that every day  is precious, yet uncertain. He live with the best intentions that everything is going to be okay until it isn't, and when that happens, He's free to just let go.

See previous posting about Last Light Falling: The Covenant, Book I 

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Hell to Pay

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Hell to Pay

Book Description:

Marlow Heatherton, degenerate gambler, is in deep to the Russian mafia. When he skips town, it sets off a chain of events that will cause chaos and bloodshed from Westchester County to Brighton Beach, from Asbury Park to Bushwick, from Atlantic City to a rest stop on the New Jersey turnpike.

Along the way, police, bounty hunters, and criminals of all stripes will be pulled into the vortex.

Who will come out on top? Who will walk away from the carnage at all?

Excerpt from Chapter One:    (Kindle Locations 5-19).

“I remember my ex-wife asked me about it one time,” Marlow said. “You know, the reason why I do it? I’d never really thought about it before, and I had a hard time explaining it. I think what most people believe is like you get a kind of adrenaline rush when you win, and you do. But there’s more to it than that. It’s like… if what you predict is going to happen, happens the way you thought it would, you feel… justified. You know what I mean?”

“Sure,” Janet said. “I think so.”

“I mean, a guy like me, I never been to college, right, well, okay, about six months at some rinky-dink place you never heard of, but if you’re able to make a living gambling, you feel pretty smart. It’s like, you study the matchups, and you see the way teams are trending, and you take into account all the factors, and you make an educated guess, the best you can. And if you’re right more times than you’re wrong, and especially if you’re able to support yourself and your family through it, it really gives you a sense of pride. You know?”

“Yeah.” “The money you can make off it in a week, what other job you know of you can make the green that easy, doctor, I guess, lawyer? You see me being a doctor, huh?” They both had a good laugh about that one. No, Janet sure as hell couldn’t see him being a doctor, but he was laughing too, so it was okay. “But Cecelia, she never understood the business aspect of it like I did. She’d look at it like it was all fun and games.”

Hell to Pay on Amazon!

Monday, October 5, 2015

The Icarus Prediction

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The Icarus Prediction: Betting it all has its price

Well written with a fast pace! ~ Review by Rae Phillips

The Icarus Prediction features a tightly written narrative that has a fast pace from start to finish, the authors writing style is fresh and exciting; it is a sharp edged read! I thought the writing style to be quite masculine and it is an intelligent novel. Similarly, it is not an overly indulgent; Gupta makes his point quickly and moves on. I found it to be an exhilarating read. Gupta has clearly done his research and certainly has insider knowledge; I loved the bit in the bio that reads…“The work is entirely fictional; however, you can draw your own conclusions"

If you are a fan of conspiracy theories and thrillers then you will enjoy this!

Book Description:

Some men fight tooth and nail through life, others seem blessed by the Gods. A Rhodes Scholar with an MBA from Harvard, Jarrod Stryker is of the latter variety—and the darling of banking world. Whatever he deigns to touch, obediently turns to gold.

But beneath the fine suit is a man with a history. The ex-CIA operative was dishonourably dismissed after falling on his sword to protect the woman he loved. The memories stay vivid, but the days of daring affairs and desert storms are long behind him. Gulfstreams and caviar are now more his style.

That is until he stumbles upon a conspiracy so great, it threatens to sever the threads of international diplomacy, and plunge the world into a dark age of chaos.

Jarrod Stryker will soon learn that the Gods can be fickle friends.

The Icarus Prediction: Betting it all has its price

Saturday, August 29, 2015

The Fantasy Maker


The Fantasy Maker
 (Adult Audience)
Sexy page turner with a mysterious twist ~ Review by Amy
This is not your run of the mill, bodice ripper romance novel. It’s so much more than that. It’s steamy and sexy and smart. I liked the way the author created the characters. You couldn’t help but relate to Emma. We’ve all been rejected in some way by someone we truly desire. But, the story isn’t just about Emma coming into her own (pun intended), there is a mystery to be solved while Emma’s marriage is being tossed about. The author did a great job building the world Emma lives in. You buy into her relationship with her husband, his political ambitions and how the other half lives.


Book Description:

Emma loves her husband and is excited by his political rise to mayor of their small town, but behind closed doors, she’s a frustrated young wife and mother, driven beyond her limits by her husband’s indifference to her needs. When a friend introduces her to a high-priced ‘members only’ club where the wives of the rich and powerful secretly visit, Emma finds an erotic world of mani-pedi’s, full-body massages and tantalizing pleasures limited only by her own inhibitions. No fantasy is denied, but what follows not only threatens to expose the existence of ‘The Ranch’ and its prominent members, but destroy her marriage and the career of one of the most promising young politicians in the state.

Excerpt:

Emma loves her husband and is excited by his political rise to mayor of their small town, but behind closed doors, she’s a frustrated young wife and mother, driven beyond her limits by her husband’s indifference to her needs. When a friend introduces her to a high-priced ‘members only’ club where the wives of the rich and powerful secretly visit, Emma finds an erotic world of mani-pedi’s, full-body massages and tantalizing pleasures limited only by her own inhibitions. No fantasy is denied, but what follows not only threatens to expose the existence of ‘The Ranch’ and its prominent members, but destroy her marriage and the career of one of the most promising young politicians in the state.

"Or I could give you a massage." Emma shook her head, still refusing to look up. "I'm not…" She stopped, unsure what it was she was about to say. "I'm married." "Most of our clients are," he said, moving up behind her. Emma shivered as she felt the heat of his closeness against the back of her neck. She closed her eyes, wondering how the hell she had gotten herself into this position. "I know what happens in there, with you."

There was amusement in Dante's voice when he said, "Do you?" She shivered again. So close. He was standing so close to her that she could feel the length of his body with every inch of her heated skin. She bit her lip. "Listen," he said, gently laying his hands on her upper arms, "we don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with."

He squeezed gently. "I give a heck of a massage." Maybe it was the alcohol she had been drinking. Or the amazing facial she had just had. Or maybe it was the way her body responded so instantly to the simplest of touches. Was she that desperate for a little intimacy? But she nodded and let him lead her on….

The moment Dante's hands touched her, her heart leapt into her mouth. She bit her lip and tried to relax. Just a massage, she reminded herself again. But it didn't feel like just a massage. His hands were big and strong, but his touch was so gentle she could feel it like an ache between her thighs. He began with her shoulders, kneading the muscles until she slowly began to relax under his ministrations. Then he worked his way down, his fingers, palms, and knuckles working not just her muscles, but every nerve that jumped and popped under her skin.

She stiffened slightly as he reached her bottom, tugging at the towel he had laid across her waist. But he didn't move it, didn't try to reach underneath. Instead, he skipped down to her feet, working them almost roughly until she felt her nerves go numb with pleasure. Then her ankles, her calves, working each muscle group until they turned into something like mush. By the time he had worked his way back up to her thighs, begun to forget what it was she had been so worried about in the first place. A little tension came back into her shoulders when he asked her to roll over, but it quickly disappeared as he touched her again.

Again his touch was gentle, impersonal. Like any other massage she had ever had. He rubbed her temples until she thought she might drift off to sleep. He began to slip the mask from her face, but she grabbed his wrist, pulled his fingers away. Not yet. She wasn't ready to lose that little bit of distance. With the jasmine scented oil, he began working her shoulders, the muscles over her ribs, the joints and tendons along each of her arms and into her hands. She was almost looking forward to his touch when he moved to her hips, her thighs. Best massage ever. And then there was a change…..

Kendricks, Emily (2015-04-11). The Fantasy Maker (Kindle Locations 980-987). Sarah Book Publishing. Kindle Edition.

The Fantasy Maker

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

The Origin of FORCE



 
F.O.R.C.E., by Sam B Miller II, was such a fantastic and refreshing Sci/Fi read. Being a huge fan of this genre, I have a lot of knowledge and experience when it comes to this topic, and I found this book to be mind blowing. Miller puts a new spin on the average alien invasion subject, and by the end, I definitely wanted more. I love the fact that in the opening of this book, Miller delves into a real unsolved mystery that most people will be familiar with. That gives this novel more of an actual feel, as opposed to just another science fiction read. ~ Review by Veronica
 
Short Book Summary: "A young alien raised by human scientists and military Special Forces, along with influences from The Cisco Kid, Clint Eastwood and Bruce Willis, helps protect Earth from an invasion destined to turn all of mankind into an organic food source."

EXCERPT: Chapter 8 - Wiesbaden

The City of Wiesbaden, Germany, sat north of the Rhine River in the western edge of Germany about 100 miles east of Luxembourg. It had been one of the cities fortunate enough to be of little strategic significance during the WWII bombing campaigns by the Allies. Some may feel the word fortunate is not appropriate since almost 20% of the homes in Wiesbaden were destroyed by aerial bombs, but nevertheless, a large majority of the buildings in the city survived the war. The central business district of Wiesbaden was very elegant. Known as the Palace Square, it contained several imposing, high spired churches, the former Summer palace of the King of Prussia, and a beautiful, extravagantly large and ornate, hotel and spa known as the Kurhaus built around one of the natural hot springs which dotted the area. All in all, a wonderfully romantic place for Dr. Lucy Smith and Lt. Mike Jenson to travel for their meeting with Hans Gutlang, the German soldier who had reportedly lifted the front end of a 3-ton class half-track transport off one of his fellow soldiers in France.

The flight to the Frankfurt military base controlled by the U.S. Army had taken a couple of days. Thankfully, the road trip from the airfield in Frankfurt to Wiesbaden had only required around 45 minutes as both Smith and Jenson were fed up with hours listening to loud engine noise. Everywhere they looked during the drive to Wiesbaden, the devastation of the war was evident. Hollow shells of buildings, piles of destroyed vehicles, and deep holes blasted in the earth seemed to go on for miles. Mike Jenson knew what to expect from his training at West Point, but Lucy had enjoyed a protected life in academia, safe in her studies of animals and plants behind the brightly lit walls of university libraries and laboratories. She found she couldn't take her eyes off the destruction that lined every road as they traveled toward Wiesbaden. Jenson knew she was deeply troubled by what she saw. She kept her gloved hands tightly clasped in her lap, her eyes wide and seldom blinking, face emotionless, as they drove through the war torn countryside. She only slightly relaxed as they arrived in the central plaza of Wiesbaden where the damages from the war were much less visible.

It was about 1730 hours when their army green sedan pulled up to the main entrance of the Kurhaus in the cobblestoned central plaza. Gazing about the plaza and entryway, they saw two beautiful, carved stone fountains shooting jets of water into the air near the center of the plaza. Ornate street lamps placed around the plaza created a nice warm glow over the whole area. Some children were playing around the nearest fountain, occasionally splashing water on each other. A few pigeons pecked around the cobblestones, searching for one last bit of food before it got too dark to see.

Exiting their car at the main hotel entrance, they were greeted by a liveried concierge, sporting of all things a gold ringed monocle, who officiously welcomed them to the hotel. Peering at them with his chin raised so it appeared he was looking down his nose at them, his eyebrow above the monocle highly arched, the concierge said "Willkommen Herr und junge Dame zum Hotel. Ich vertraue Ihrer Reise hier war ohne Schwierigkeiten." Translated to English, he had said, "Welcome Gentleman and young lady to the hotel. I trust your journey here was without difficulties."

Without skipping a beat, Jenson replied, "Ich danke Ihnen sehr. Bitte sammeln unser Gepäck und führen uns an der Rezeption. Wir sind beide müde von unserer langen Reise, und die Dame, bevor unser Abendessen ausruhen möchte." Translated, he had said in perfect German, "Thank you very much. Please gather our luggage and lead us to the front desk. We are both tired from our long trip, and the lady wishes to rest before our evening meal."

The arch in the concierge's eyebrow lifted even higher, threatening to disappear into his hairline. He had not been expecting the American to reply like a native German.

Lucy, completely surprised by the exchange, looked at Lt. Jenson with narrow eyes, a sly smile curling up the corners of her lips. She purred, "Well now, aren't we full of surprises!"

Glancing at her with a sheepish smile, Jenson replied, "Kind of a required language course at the academy. These days you never know when you're going to need it."

Quickly gathering their luggage, the obviously more respectful concierge preceded them up the wide entry steps and into the grand lobby towards the reception desk. Lt. Jenson extended his right arm to Dr. Smith, and smiling, she took it.

As they followed the concierge into the hotel arm in arm, Mike Jenson thought about how pretty Lucy looked. She had changed the style of her dark, black hair to a nice side swing with dramatic curls. He remembered their first meeting when he thought her hairdo reminded him of his mother. There was nothing motherly about her now. She had even changed her horn rimmed glasses to a thin wire frame that attracted less attention to her coke bottle thick lenses. He had to admit she was a real looker.

Dr. Lucy Smith felt like she was on a date with the most handsome, debonair man she had ever met. The straight laced graduate of West Point was relaxing a bit, and she liked that very much. Thinking about their trip and its purpose, she thought to herself, "Granted we're on a top secret mission funded by the U.S. Government, and granted the mission is of vital importance to the future of the Earth, but damn it why can't a girl have some fun!"

They got adjoining suites, each with a large sitting area, canopied bed, and balconies overlooking the central plaza. Lucy thought her bathroom was large enough to hold her entire apartment back in Washington. Later that evening as she drifted off to a dreamless sleep, Lucy couldn't imagine experiencing a more pleasant day. It was a good thing she wasn't clairvoyant. If she could have seen what was going to happen the next day, she wouldn't have been able to sleep a wink.

The next morning over a light breakfast and some of the strongest coffee they had ever tasted, Mike Jenson and Lucy Smith planned their meeting with Hans Gutlang.

"You are sure you have the time and place pinned down?" Lucy asked as she munched on a buttery, brown pastry that fairly melted in her mouth.

Looking up from his note pad, Mike replied, "Yes. The guy I worked through is the U.S. Liaison for German Affairs. I know him personally. If Ben Tippering tells you something, you can count on it."

Lucy was still unhappy. "But if we run into any trouble, we're sort of in enemy territory. I feel like we're on the German's home field with no protection."

Reaching over to cover her hand with his, Mike said reassuringly, "Lucy, stop worrying. I speak the language fluently, and I've studied the maps." Then he smirked and said, "Besides that, remember I'm a highly trained product of the U.S. Military Academy. There's nothing I can't handle!"

Lucy smiled demurely and shot back, "Yea, Mr. Advertising Exec. If they're armed with a typewriter and harsh words, I'll feel real safe."

Smiling lopsidedly with a twinkle in his eyes, Mike retorted, "Hey. Words hurt you know! I'll give them a tongue lashing they'll never forget!"

Lucy laughed because she liked his cute smile and easy humor, but she just couldn't get rid of a feeling that danger lurked in the war torn back alleys of Wiesbaden.

Forty minutes later they were driving to the agreed rendezvous where they would meet the alleged German strongman. Lucy marveled at the quaint, narrow streets lined with two and three story buildings that combined markets, cafes, clothing and hardware stores, and residences, all mixed together. The architecture was a jumble of Roman and Bavarian influences that was both charming and foreign, all at the same time. All the buildings suffered from advancing age as well as a greasy layer of smoke and explosion damage from the war. Cracks in walls and foundations were plainly visible. As they neared the Rhine riverfront and industrial area, everything seemed to get even dirtier. Even the sunshine from the sky seemed to lose its brightness, and both Lucy and Mike felt oddly depressed the closer they got to the river.

At last they turned a corner and entered the riverfront roadway known as Biebricher Straße. The right hand side of the road toward the river was lined with a combination of fuel storage facilities, small warehouses, and docks where river barges could be loaded and unloaded. The left hand side of the road was lined with larger storage and manufacturing buildings. Pointing ahead, Mike indicated a long railroad bridge that had once spanned the wide river but was now just a destroyed heap of twisted steel beams and broken stone foundations.

Speaking like a tour guide, he said, "See the big, stone building there on the bank of the river? That used to be a 10-story stone castle gate where the railroad left this side of the river and crossed over. The whole bridge structure was destroyed when the German army retreated from the Allies back into Germany. The bridge was called the Emperor Bridge."

Lucy felt her hands tightening together in her lap as she stared at the derelict structure. It was hard for her to grasp the thought processes that drove men to commit such horrible acts of destruction.

At that moment, Jim turned sharply left off the road and through an open gate into a large graveled parking lot and came to a stop. A high, wood plank fence bordered three sides of the lot, serving to protect the squat warehouse's doors and windows from the prying eyes of passersby. Piles of waste metal and wood lined the western wall of the fence. A line of rusted, useless cars and large steel pipe casings arranged along the eastern wall spoke silently to the industrial downfall of Germany following the war. Weeds grew everywhere they could get purchase in the gravel, soot, and grease that covered the lot. Every surface in the lot and on the building was layered with greasy black soot. The smell of rotting fish stung their noses.

Both of them exited the sedan and walked to the front of the car, staring at the quiet warehouse as they leaned against the hood. Most of the windows in the building were boarded up, giving them the feeling it had been abandoned a long time. Other than a forlorn tugboat horn blaring in the distance, not a sound could be heard. They had not seen a dog or cat prowling around the lot and not even a pigeon strutted around the roof edges of the warehouse. It was too silent.

A scruff in the small rocks behind them suddenly broke the silence. Turning quickly, they saw 3 men walking through the gate. The man in the center was the largest, fully 6 feet, 6 inches tall, his open shirt with rolled up sleeves revealing the big chest and arms of a weight lifter. Flanking him, the other 2 men were shorter, the one on the right appearing to be about 4 inches shorter than the leader and the one to the left the shortest at 6 feet. All of them had the same color blond hair with close cropped military style cuts. Their hands were empty, but they strode with a confidence indicating they had little fear of the man and woman standing near the car.

As they walked closer, Lucy saw that they all had the same gray-blue eyes. "Brothers," she thought to herself.

The burly leader walked to within 8 feet of Mike Jenson and spoke directly to him, completely ignoring Lucy. The other 2 men stationed themselves on each side of the car where they could easily thwart any attempt at escape. Crossing their arms over their chests, they stood like silent statues. Although the ensuing conversations were spoken in German, I will translate all conversations into English for the convenience of the reader.

"What are you doing here?" the big man asked in a tone that indicated he was in no mood for trivialities.

Jenson responded immediately, "My companion and I are supposed to meet someone here."

"You are American," the big man declared. "I can tell from your clothes and accent and because you are standing in a very poor, very dangerous part of the city where good Germans would never dare visit."

Lucy nervously glanced over at Mike Jenson, but he seemed reassuringly calm. Not even a frown line creased his forehead.

"And just who are you?" Jenson replied in an even voice.

Looking first to his right and then to his left at the men standing near him, the big German moved a step closer to Jenson and replied, "I am Hans Gutlang." Jerking his thumb back in the direction of the other two men, he said, "The guy over there is my older brother, Manfred. The little one is my brother, Ernst."

Upon hearing the name, Hans Gutlang, Lucy expelled the breath she had been holding in a loud whoosh. She hadn't understood a word the men had been saying, but a person's name usually stands out clearly in any language. Relief was plain on her face, and the ghost of a smile crept onto her lips.

Slowly raising his hand to his jacket pocket so not to alarm the men, Jenson pulled out a piece of paper that was the German newspaper article describing how a soldier named Hans Gutlang had lifted a massive 3-ton class half-track off a fellow soldier who had been run over on a muddy road in France. Handing the article to Gutlang, he said, "This is why we have come so far to meet you. Please read it."

Glancing quickly at the paper, Gutlang handed it back to Jenson and said dismissively, "So it is true. So what! My friend was sure to die. I did what was necessary. Nothing more."

Looking at the defiant man, Jenson knew his next few words would spell the difference between the success or failure of this trip. Without Whatsit here to show the man physical evidence of the coming alien invasion, he had to rely on his wits to convince Gutlang to give them a DNA sample. He was sure that a physical confrontation with the man could only result in his own hospitalization.

Thinking quickly, Jenson said, "Mr. Gutlang, the United States Government has determined that you are the best example of natural human muscular strength it has ever found. My government has ordered me to retrieve a sample of your genetics to preserve as the best example of the muscular, male human body."

As the last syllable of the sentence left Jenson's lips, the big man swiveled his head to the right and left, looking at each of his brothers in turn. All of them began laughing, and Gutlang returned his attention back to Jenson and declared, "What a pile of horse shit!"

At that moment, a gang of men walked through the open gate from the street. There were seven of them. They acted like they owned the place, confidently taking up positions blocking exit from the fenced lot. Five of them held either a length of steel pipe or a thick wooden pole resembling a baseball bat. The remaining two held wicked looking knives with 7 inch blades.

A man with large tattoos on his neck who seemed to be the leader shouted out, "Traitors working with American swine are what lost us the war!"

Every man blocking the gate nodded, their faces grim death masks. Lucy Smith had never been so terrified in her life. She couldn't understand a word of German, but she could clearly hear anger in the voices and the menacing weapons were unmistakable. Seven armed men against four. She knew she was of no use in a fight and poor Lt. Jenson was a desk jockey, not a fighting soldier. She reached out to the hood of the car to steady herself, feeling as if she was about to faint.

Without warning, the gang of seven advanced. Two men went after each of the Gutlang brothers, Manfred and Ernst. The remaining three, two with the knives and one with a metal pipe, went for the bigger brother, Hans. Lucy felt Jenson grab her right arm and pull. Glancing toward him, she saw one of the Chrysallaman ray pistols clutched in his hand. Her eyes wide and her lips forming an O, she allowed herself to be pulled back toward the warehouse wall as Jenson kept the pistol trained on the advancing group of men.

The middle sized Gutlang brother, Manfred, sidestepped the swing of a bat towards his head and swung his arm in a clothesline swipe across the adam's apple of his first assailant. There was a muffled thump, and the bat swinger's head snapped backwards. The blow was so hard the guy flipped in a backwards somersault and landed in a heap in the gravel. The second man took advantage of the distraction of the bat swinger and clubbed the back of Manfred's right knee as hard as he could with his steel pipe. The knee buckled and Manfred let out a groan as he dropped and rolled away from his attacker.

Lucy watched Manfred get hit by the pipe, and her eyes darted around the lot desperately seeking a way to escape the confines of the fenced trap. "Everything is happening so fast!" she thought.

The shorter brother, Ernst, crouched down and widened his stance, his head moving back and forth as he tried to keep an eye on both his attackers. The thugs coming at him bore a resemblance to brutish gorillas. Each man had oversized arm and shoulder muscles and inch long curly hair covered their arms all the way up to their shoulders and poked out from under their shirt collars. The ugly smiles on their faces and the confident looks in their eyes were clear indications they were bullies who enjoyed preying on smaller men. They spread out quickly to his right and left, trying to position themselves for a simultaneous attack. They looked very confident as they inched closer to him. Ernst crouched down and shuffled backwards against the car trying to use it to protect his back. As he did so, the height of the car hid him from view making it impossible for Lucy to see what was happening to him.

Manfred had managed to roll away from his attacker and reach his feet, but it was plain he was unable to put any weight on his right leg. Desperately trying to walk on his injured leg, he limped toward the side of the lot where the scrap wood and metal were piled. His attacker leisurely followed him, confidently whacking the pipe he held in his right hand against his left palm.

Hans was suffering the worst of the attacks. The two men with knives slashed at him, sometimes separately, sometimes together. The man with the pipe would jab towards Han's body, then swing mightily at Han's head, forcing the man to defend himself against all three attackers at the same time. Savage, deep cuts appeared on his forearms and one of the blades cut deeply into his thigh, causing him to stagger. It was obvious from their coordinated attack that the three men had worked together in the past against a victim.

Lucy felt a shiver of fear run down her spine as she realized the constant fighting and loss of blood had weakened Hans to the point that he was unable to fend off a swing of the metal pipe. With a sickening crunch, the pipe bashed the back of his skull, and Hans tumbled to the ground and lay still. The three attackers looked at each other, evil grins spreading across their faces.

The leader with the tattooed neck had been holding his knife so he could slash and cut upwards. Now he casually flipped the knife into the air and grabbed it in a stabbing hold. Kneeling down next to Hans, he raised the blade to stab down and complete the kill.