Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Woo-hoo! Striker Is Out On Audio!

So how cool is this? Striker is out on audio today!! I cannot imagine a book going to audio will ever get old. *happy wiggles*

Audible and iTunes both will carry Striker. The sample from Audible is a three minute clip that starts at Chapter Three. Hop over and have a listen.


The peaceful respite for which Zeus and his intended, Dargon and Alpha, had been hoping for is shattered when Zeus is unexpectedly drawn to the Waters of Poseidon and told that the safety they've been promised is a trap.

But the Fal'Amoric aren't the only important cargo on the Oethra 7, and countless others are depending on the success of their mission. If Zeus hopes to break the silent siege on Valespia and protect those most precious to him, he will need not just powerful allies but the fortitude to survive overwhelming odds.

Purchase Links: Audible (I don't know how to attach one for iTunes. :/ )

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Sunday, March 22, 2015

What's Coming This Week--Oh! Shiny!!

Time Travel week starts 3/22 over at Joyfully Jay Reviews. (The link will go live at 11 pm est. Sunday)

There will be guest posts from Ethan Day, KJ Charles, me (Lexi Ander), Libby Drew, Owen Keehnen, and Ariel Tachna. 

There's also a whopping 100 prizes being given away so don't miss out!!

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

The Shrill of Sparrows by S.A. Collins, Excerpt, & Giveaway

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  • Book Title:  The Shrill of Sparrows
  • Author:  SA Collins
  • Publisher:  Akwekon Media; 1.2 edition (January 16, 2015) 
  • Book Length:  168 pages
  • Genre:  Gay, Romance, Action, Werewolves, Witches
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Hank O'Malley is about to have his idyllic West Virginian life turned upside-down. It's 1956 and Hank leads a quiet, boring life of a senior at Cavanagh Gap Regional High School. On the cusp of his 18th birthday the pack of bad boys at school have told him, "It's time..." - just what that means for unassuming Hank, he can't begin to imagine. With a new threat on the horizon, he might not have to. This edition is the first of a series - episodic in nature.

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I guess the best way to begin is by telling ya who I am. Yeah, that’d be good, I guess.

My name is Henry O’Malley, but most people around here call me Hank. I was named after my daddy, but he ain’t around no more. Not that he left us or nothing. Well, not by choice. See, my mama got pregnant with me a few years before Daddy joined up to the army. This happened shortly after Pearl Harbor at the start of our part in the Second World War. I guess the government got desperate. Not that my dad was in poor shape or nothing. From the pictures I’d seen of him, and the man I know’d he’d become before he shipped off, I spied that he was a mountain of a guy — massive, monumental enough to rival Hercules hisself. The only reason he flew under the radar for most of the draft I guess was because we were in a Podunk of a town in the furthest backwater you could find. And you’d still have to walk a couple of miles further to get here — even then, you still might get lost, the kind of place that was so far off the beaten path that you’d have to pipe sunshine in, as we’d like to say.

Sparrows Hollow wasn’t the kind of town that appeared on any map. Just ‘twasn’t worth the trouble. I think the last census had us pegged at about 500 people who called her home. I was surprised by that because I swear you could walk for miles and never see a single soul and you wouldn’t have to try too hard to do that, neither.

But as I said, it was just Mama and me now. Daddy wasn’t in the picture on account of him going off to the war and they sorta lost him, no body to bury; no funeral to hold — only because we never knew what happened.

‘Twasn’t like the only time Daddy’d left us, neither. While he and Mama got along for the most part, they did have discussions about things I wasn’t a part of. Daddy’d go off for a couple of nights a month. He’d never say where he’d gone or what he’d done. Didn’t make Mama happy none, but he was the man of the house so no one did anything to stop him. ’Twas the was the way ’twas, thassall.

I remember one time when Mama accused him of having another woman in his life in some other town. He told her that there wasn’t any woman and that he had to take care of business on those nights a couple of counties over with some of the boys. A guy thing. But he swore “‘tweren’t any women involved.” I don’t know how he convinced her, or what he said, but somehow she believed him. Didn’t make it any easier on them, or me, but we learned to accept it.

Then came the call from the war; he went and just never came back. Yet, there were times I swear I could feel him near: while I was walking home from school, or when I was out tryin’ like hell to catch some fish in the one creek we’d used to fish in that I could guarantee hadn’t been ruined by the mines. It wasn’t that I heard him, just a familiar scent on the air, something that was intrinsically him — from memory, deeply rooted inside of me since I was a boy. I never knew what to make of it. Mama said it was just his spirit watching over me.

We did okay because along with Daddy’s pension from the Army, Mama had inherited the general store from her father when he passed. So at the very least we had food and a roof over our head. To make things a tad easier, Mama took to selling the house we had and we took to living in the small apartment above the store. Doing so, we were able to eke out a decent life.

For a few years it went like that. It was just Mama and me. We did the best we could. It meant that I had to grow up quite a bit faster than most of my friends. What few I had. There was little time for playtime or just being a kid. It was a life filled with school, the store and just generally getting along as best we could.

That’s when Cora Reiff entered our lives. Cory was as gentle a soul as you’d ever meet. She was of an average height, but had the appearance of a farm woman of German stock. Though she had probably had the coloring of an Aryan for most of her life, by the time she came to us her hair had lost any of its original hues in favor of a crown of white. Her eyes flashed with a brilliant blue that rivaled the skies and held a spark that belied her age. She was what you called an old soul, a learned soul. She was not book smart in that way that some people liked to profess, but I learned very quickly that she was a walking encyclopedia of life experience that she’d spoil me by letting me plunder whenever the mood struck. It struck quite often, I can tell you that.

Cory and I were like two peas in a pod in the store. Cory didn’t have much of anywhere to go, no family to speak of. She just showed up one day to find work. We had some and she charmed the pants off of me, literally, ‘cause she said they needed cleaning something fierce. I was eight at the time and I was smitten with the attention she lavished on me that never failed to make us smile. Cory was the balance in my home life, mostly ‘cause Mama was not always what they’d call en pointe, as she’d like to say. It was a phrase she picked up from her days in college that Cory and me had acquired.

Mama had her good days, that was unless, of course, she had one of her quiet spells. Then Cory and I had to pull more than both our weights around the store to get things covered. ‘Twasn’t Mama’s fault exactly; she just was given to severe bouts of depression over what she said was our miserable lives.

I didn’t think they were so miserable. Well, they had their ups and downs just like any other. But we did okay. I was a good student in school, well by Sparrows standards, that is. Not that I’d had to worry about going to college or nothing no matter how smart I was. It just wasn’t gonna be in the cards for me — no matter how many times Mama had said that was her biggest wish for me. She wanted me to get out and get as far away from Sparrows as I could get. She had her reasons, I suppose. It was just the way life in Appalachia was. There were very few souls that ever escaped her mountains for greener and greater horizons.
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S.A. Collins hails from the San Francisco Bay Area where he lives with his (legal) husband, their daughter and, wonder of all wonders because he only just broke 50, a whirlwind of a granddaughter. Their home is filled with laughter and love. A classically trained singer, and a theater actor for many years (under another name), Mr. Collins is all about the story telling and the spell a good yarn can weave for an audience. This is Mr. Collins first foray into writing but, as with all his creative endeavors, he leaps right in and figures it out as he goes along. It's been a winning combination thus far so why break a working formula?

Email:      sacollins@sacollins.com
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SA Collins is giving a lucky reader the chance to win a Kindle or ePub e-copy of either The Shrill of Sparrows or HO'M,O: Henry O'Malley Omega. All you need to do to enter is leave a comment below with your email address before March 22nd. (Void where prohibited) Best of Luck!

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Behind The Scenes of The Shrill of Sparrows

HO'M,O: Henry O'Malley, Omega (A message from the Author) Here is the latest update on my recently banned book on Amazon. I’ve altered the version offered there and they have accepted it. So under the Amazon banner it is offered as The Shrill of Sparrows as opposed to HO’M,O - though it is essentially the same story. The sex scenes were watered down significantly (to the point where eroticism is seriously in question so I’ve reclassified it as "straight up" romance). There was a rape scene at the end of the book where the bad guy makes his move on our hero and I figured this had to be the crux of the Amazon objection though I couldn’t get them to tell me specifically if it was or not. So not helpful when you’re trying like hell to address it. Anyway - they’ve accepted the abridged edition (what I’ve chosen to call it). I want to let everyone know that under Amazon it flies under the new title (The Shrill of Sparrows) and there is an offer at the back of the kindle edition from Amazon (only) that if the reader wants the fuller original work they can email me at a certain address I’ve set up and if they provide some proof of purchasing it from Amazon then I will email them the originally submitted work free of charge.


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Friday, March 6, 2015

Sumeria's Sons Free Interlude: A New Beginning

I don't think that I've talked much about the free Interludes for Sumeria's Sons. On Wednesday, March 4th, A New Beginning was released (well, re-released) from LT3 Press. It's been re-edited, but no new content has been added.

When I started Sumeria's Sons, the story was told from Tristan's POV, but there were things involving secondary characters that would become key later on in the series. Since Tristan couldn't be in some places, or have certain knowledge, the interludes were created. Instead of just throwing that detail out there, in the interludes the reader can get a glimpse of what they don't see from Tristan's POV. 

A New Beginning gives the reader a window into the life of Gregori Borchetta, and his unwanted interest in the warrior, Juan. This can be read as a standalone, but it does rely heavily on the world building of Sumeria's Sons because none is done here. This is just about Gregori. It's also a soft introduction to Sumeria's Magi and Gregori's broader story after the end of Sumeria's Son. The spin off story isn't going to be a whole series like Sumeria's Sons, but maybe two books total. It's to make sure Gregori gets his happy ending. :-)

The next book in Sumeria's Sons to be released is Dreams of the Forgotten. It's scheduled for April 15th. The Interlude 3.5, Starting Fires is also a re-release that will come sometime between April and July/August. Again, this continues with Gregori and Juan and issue that happens during Dreams of the Forgotten.

Now starting with Dragon's Eye (Sumeria's Sons, 5), the POV from Ushna and another character are introduced. Still there were certain things the guys couldn't be around for to see first hand. A new Interlude was created that fits between book 4, Surrounded by Crimson, and book 5, Dragon's Eye. A Child's Wish breaks away from Gregori and Juan to focus on a few of the other characters and things Ushna doesn't get to see or be a part of.

All of the interludes are around 10k or less. They are meant to windows for readers to look into and see some of the secrets that lay within the side characters. With the exception of the first one, they can't standalone. If someone decides not to read them, well, I can't say they would miss somthing because the whole of the plot is still there, but the deeper meaning to somethings wouldn't be known.

Now saying that, the interludes aren't masterpieces of literary fiction. They're good little stories with a pinch of heart, that's about it. No one's going to rave about them but they are important to the whole. So enjoy the free quickie!

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