Adonis Mann: An Inside Look at a Ravishing Mind

Hello RWPPs!

Recently one of our very own, asked another one of our very own an interesting question.

Today, I'd like to share the conversation with you all.

In recent days All Authors Author Synful Desire asked Adonis Mann this:

Why do you tend to use pronouns instead of character names in the majority of your stories?

Following is Adonis Mann's reply:

The reason why I tend to use mostly pronouns in my stories is because I am giving leeway for the reader to put themselves in the characters place. Believe it or not, it's a mathematical thing. A game of percentages, if you will.

If/when I give a character a name I tend to mention it as little as possible. The reason for this is the same as above. Basically, the idea is to transplant the reader into the shoes of the character, enabling them to be who they want, when they want. In my mind, using pronouns more than real names, provides the exact experience that a reader looks for when picking up a book; the use of their imagination to be someone else doing something else.

However, as I mentioned before, it's a mathematical formula. One must know how much is too much, and how much it too little. The amount that is "just right" is the catalyst to an unequivocal adventure for the reader.

An interesting process, indeed.

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By:
C. Desert Rose

Blurb:

A dull roar, that's all I could hear. Souls, that's all I could see... So many people. Some good. Some bad. Some breathing. Some barely breathing. All souls. It was funny what you could see when you stood in the middle of the Emergency Room. Who survived. Who didn’t. All of them, every one, a soul. A soul for the taking.

So begins your introduction to the floating, clustered world of souls that will have such influence on Sophia, the young Puerto Rican-American girl who has just lost her closest ally, her grandmother, "Abuela". It is just after the funeral, at the cemetery, where Sophia meets the tall, almost angelic man who will play the most unexpected role in her life.

A love story. A fantasy. An adventure. If Death Should Love Me tells a tale of “fate” far beyond the normal meaning of that little four letter word. How else would you explain why Sophia wonders what would happen If Death Should Love Me?

A Little bit about the Author, in her own words:

Thrive and rise everyone!

"Happiness is subjective!"

My name is C. Desert Rose (I keep my first name abbreviated because it isn't pretty). Well, I am a Youth and Young Adult novelist with an affinity for all things paranormal. My upcoming collection the "Fate's Endeavor Series" explores the realms of angels and demons and twists it up with love and loss.

My stories are meant to make you laugh, cry, get angry and get happy. I aim to make you exhausted-in a good way-by the time you've finished the last page.

My first novel "If Death Should Love Me", Book One of the Fate's Endeavor Series will be released October 2014 and represented by All Authors Publishing House. The next novel in the series, Demoness Enchanted will come everyone's way the following year.

The Highest Ground

Spirit Realm

200 A.D.

"It would seem that it is once again time to choose the next Angel of Death. Have you made a decision on my proposal yet Majesties?" Gabriel's voice was calm, yet anxiety hid behind his words. 

"Yes, we have." The function of acting as a unit defined them. Therefore, they thought as one, acted as one and spoke as one. This, was their true nature. 

"Fantastic. So what be your choice?"

"You are not yet prepared Gabriel." Responded Alpha, peaceful was his comportment. 

"What?" Shock transfixed him, "Why? I have served you faithfully since the beginning of time." Silent anger, tempered remorse filled him. "What is it about these humans that you must grant them their hearts' desires? You allow them freedom of will, yet they walk all over you. Even still, you bestow unmerited privileges upon them!" His voice began to slowly rise with the passion of his conviction, then he subdued it once more, attempting to control his internal commotion. "I deserve this much more than any of them." He pivoted on his heels, pacing with conjecture. "None of them deserve anything." he concluded. 

"We have found him, the chosen one Gabriel. It is our assurance that he shall serve us well. 'Tis his calling and fate." Proclaimed decision in their tone.

"Oh. I see." He proceeded. "Whom, if I may ask?" 

"He is called Amari. Go fetch him. His time has come. Tell him what his destiny requires of him." 

"Amari. Well," having repeated the name with a twist of his lip, he continued, inward anger stirring, "as you wish Majesties."

Watching as he walked away, Alpha's thoughts intertwined with Omega's. "It seems that Gabriel is not very pleased with our decision," to which they both agreed, "We fear that things will be difficult for Azriel. We must keep watch."

Author Spotlight, Y. Correa

Hello RWPPs,

Today we are happy to Spotlight the Creator and Founder of All Authors Publications & Promotions, and her novel "MarcoAntonio & Amaryllis".

Blurb:

The year 1585. The Anglo-Spanish War. England’s greed for Spain’s crops, land, and supplies gives birth to the inertia of intolerance on both sides. Yet, even then, Love surges forth.

MarcoAntonio, a Spanish gentleman and knight, defied all boundaries of color and culture, when setting eyes on the English lady Amaryllis. Although to others, he may be a bit reserved, he dares to lower his defenses solely for her.

Amaryllis is an English lady. One with an open heart, gentle spirit, and shining eloquence. She knew that she should not desire MarcoAntonio. Still, a love feeling so right couldn’t be so horribly wrong!

Travel with MarcoAntonio and Amaryllis as they duel with internal and external forces threatening to tear their powerful love apart. In the midst of troubles the likes of which have no compare, MarcoAntonio and Amaryllis find themselves having to fight the most unexpected of adversaries, just for the right to love each other.

Discover why their LOVE is the result of ALL things conquered!

Excerpt of Chapter One:

Midnight. Still he had yet to take recess from his vigorous stride. He had to make it. He needed to see her! Just a glimpse, as always, would make his day complete. Just a small glance at her smile and her eyes; that was all he needed. All he truly needed to commence the fight all over again tomorrow. His faithful steed, as accustomed, did not give up on him even after an entire day of battle.

His life wasn't easy. His battle was continuous. If he was not battling against others, he was at war with himself. As he rode he thought, and it occurred to him that his internal war could quite possibly be the biggest fight of his life.

“Mush, Altivo, anda!” he called out, as he coaxed his exquisite Caspian horse to move forward. “Anda, Altivo!” He’d learned that he could count unconditionally on his beautiful Altivo. He was after all, the only true friend that MarcoAntonio had. He knew what it was like to have acquaintances come and go through his life. He knew people. Many people. Yet, none was as true a friend as Altivo, his milk chocolaty, muscular, and strong Caspian horse. Altivo knew how to listen when necessary. He also knew how and when to act when necessary. What more could any man ask for from a friend?

His focus returned to her. What cruelty life offered him, that his one true love was unattainable? Yet, obtaining her was his only conviction—his only mission and obsession. She was in fact, the most beautiful woman he'd ever known both inside and out. She'd yet to fully be his, but he was certain that one day, she would be his—totally and completely. He would fight for her until he exhaled his last breath. Even if that were the very cost.

However, for today he'd be content, as he always was, with just looking at her from afar. Contemplate her beauty and know—in the depths of his soul—that this was a battle worth fighting.

“Altivo, stop! Para!” Digging his front hooves into the dirt, Altivo came to a screeching halt. MarcoAntonio had been so preoccupied in his train of thought, that he'd barely realized they'd arrived. His body slightly thrust forward with the abrupt stop. He leaped off his horse, checked his hip for his sword, and took in hand his ebony shield. Even though it was the middle of the night, time and space was never to be trusted. Things lurked everywhere. In his experience, he knew that the most unexpected things could happen at any given moment. It was always best to be prepared.

Unhinging a small sack from Altivo's saddle, he tossed it lightly in his hand. These small jewels were what he used as pebbles to toss at the balcony of her quarters. What use did he have for them anyway? He owned millions. Yet, he wanted none. So why not use a precious stone to tap the window of his precious treasure?

Tossing the first blood ruby, he called—his Spanish accent as natural as the air he breathed. “Psst!” No answer. He tossed another, this time an emerald as green as the forest. “Psst! Amaryllis! I am here.” He called out again in a strong whisper. He listened. He heard some rustling around.

The first thing that he caught a glimpse of was her hair as it came floating over the edge of the balcony wall, and grazed the ledge. Then her head leaned over and she looked down.

There they were. Those eyes. That smile. They were enough to melt even the coldest of hearts. Everything about her made his heart skip a beat. Her long, luscious, silky hair that was the perfect combination of fire and ice and all neatly intertwined into the most vivid shades of red and gold. Her bright, sea blue eyes, which seemed to carry the entirety of the ocean within them. The milky brilliance of her skin. The birthmark that was placed just above her lip, which seemed to be set in exactly the right spot to accent her lips and all of her beauty to perfection. Her body. That alone was enough to make any goddess jealous. She was not too thin. MarcoAntonio appreciated a woman that looked healthy. Amaryllis was just right, in every way… at least in his opinion.

“You are late,” she pointed out.

“Well, that may be true, Ma’ Lady.”

“'Tis!” she said in a teasing tone and then smiled again. “You cannot stay long. I'm being watched.”

“And?” he replied with mockery lingering in his voice.

Amaryllis giggled a little; covering her mouth she tried her best to keep quiet. His wit always made her laugh. Then she quickly got serious. “MarcoAntonio, 'tis dangerous. You know this to be true. 'Tis always a risk to visit me at these hours, my love.”

“And this is precisely why I love her so!” he stated bravely as if he spoke to an audience. “Amidst everything, my beautiful lady is always concerned for the well-being of her knight. Knight, may I remind, ma' lady!”

“A knight that appears to be looking for trouble, should our foes become aware of his scrambling.”

“Let them become aware!” He raised his voice, still with lightness and taunting sounding in it. “Should they come, I will slay them!” He pulled his sword from his hip and began a little dance. Bouncing around, sword in hand, he swung it in the air as if he were fencing against the strongest of men. “I will give them a little of this. Then a little of that.” He jumped in Altivo's direction. “And my trusted steed shall save me, and whisk me away into the darkness of night.” He turned to look up at her. “Of course, never, before first having valiantly saved Ma’ Lady?” Then tossing his arm into a whirl in front of him, he bowed at her graciously.

Amaryllis giggled some more, covering her mouth with her hand. “You shall never change, will you?”

“Why should I, Ma' Lady? If I change then I shall lose my most precious treasure. Your love.”

“Well, I suppose that is true, noble sir.”

“'Tis, Ma’ Lady.” He smiled at her.

What was it about him that made her insides flutter about? She couldn't explain it. She didn't understand it, but she liked it. No. She loved it! The single thought of his visit would cause butterflies to make themselves at home in her belly. And, his smile! So gentlemanly, so lively, in so many ways, that it alone filled her with the desire to live. As if his livelihood, gave her life—no matter how hard the situation between them could be.

She knew, as well as he did, that life was unfair. Their situation was cruel. She could not love him. Yet, she did. He could not love her. Yet, he did. What would they do?

It would be far beyond her family to understand that she, a white English lady, was in love with what they would easily call a worthless, putrid, power thirsty, Spanish man.

They despised him and all others like him. They would never allow her to be with him. They, and all others like them, would be completely opposed to their union—and she knew of many: the town’s people, her extended relatives, the witches.

The witches! The thought of them alone caused a shiver to rise up and down her spine. She'd been fortunate enough to never have encountered them. She'd heard plenty about the evil coven of witches—a clan that the townspeople called “The Sisterhood.” This was truly a group of individuals that no rational minded person would want to encounter. One would have to be mad. Only a mad person would go to such lengths as to summon The Sisterhood.

Yet, he was beautiful to her—her dear and beloved MarcoAntonio. His shoulder length shiny black curls, penetrating long dark lashed, bright brown eyes with dark masculine eyebrows that were the perfect accent to them. Medium tanned, amazingly melded, milk and caramel skin. The ruggedness that his entire aura put off, yet the childish sense of joy and playfulness, which he only displayed to her and no other.

He was amazing to her. He was so handsome with his five o'clock shadow, a day's growth of hair. Rugged and strong. A soldier in every sense of the word.

He was the perfect height for her as well, standing at about five feet, eleven inches: a precise compliment to her five feet, six inches. His stature was so manly—so perfect. She could not ask for more. And his smile? Goodness. His smile made her knees go weak!

Suddenly feeling the need to get to the point of his visit, MarcoAntonio became instantly serious. “Ma’ Lady, I wanted to come see you before the sun's rise.” Amaryllis nodded her head only once and smiled with the sweetness that filled her soul each time she remembered what her smile did to him. She was more than aware that her smile lit up his day. And this was precisely what she intended. She felt the need to provide him with even the smallest bit of happiness, knowing to what extent he went through in order to see her. His sole endeavor was to see her. A small honest smile and a whispered word of hope—that was all he needed to go on. She knew it, and so did he. “Thank you, my brave and valiant knight. ’Tis a privilege for me to see you.”

“Ma’ Lady, the pleasure is mine,” he said, tilting his head down into a modest bow. “Ma’ Lady, beautiful and honorable damsel, I thank you.”

“For what, silly?” she pleasantly interrupted.

“For the blessing of allowing me the sight of you. For the privilege of looking upon you. For the simplest gesture of your smile. For the lightness that your presence gives my heart.”

“Ah! Well bold sir, 'tis my pleasure indeed,” she said with a smile. Then immediately became serious once more. “Now, go! Go, before someone sees you!”

“Aye, Ma’ Lady. But, 'tis only because you have asked,” MarcoAntonio decided to point out. “'Tis not because they scare me!”

“Yes. Yes. I know, bold sir. Now go! Hurry!”

“Aye,” he said. Bending down, he picked the rose closest to him and tossed it up towards her. “A rose, for a rose.” Extending his arm out, leg forward, he bent into a noble bow. “Good night, Ma’ Lady.”

It seemed that every time he said good bye, his heart broke just a little bit more. He could not be sure when his next visit to her would be, but he made it his mission to visit whenever able. This was after all, his only reason for living.

Leaping back on to his horse, MarcoAntonio locked his heels into Altivo's side. “Anda, Altivo!” The horse spun around, and at that very instant, MarcoAntonio looked back and blew a kiss to his lady love. She in turn did the same. Just like that, Altivo took off into the darkness of night.

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Author Spotlight, S.L. Dearing

Today, All Authors Blog welcomes S.L. Dearing!

S. L. Dearing was raised in Westlake Village, California and grew up in Phoenix, Arizona. She attended Cal Poly San Luis Obispo, and then spent several years studying at Los Angeles City College’s renowned Television/ Film program. She has worked on several film projects in many capacities: directing, writing, First Asst. Director, Etc. Shannon has been writing since grade school. Over the years she has written several screenplays, poems and short stories.

She currently works in an administrative capacity in Century City when she is not writing. Writing since grade school, Shannon only discovered her passion for writing years later and over the years she has written several screenplays, poems and short stories as well as her current published work.   

Her first series (The Lia Fail Chronicles) has several books available at most retail outlets - The Gathering and From The Gathering to The Bridging. In addition, several of her short stories are currently available at Amazon. Several of those stories are from these anthologies: Apocalypse: An Anthology by Readers and Authors, Paranormal Anthology with a TWIST, & Stalkers (Published by Cynthia Shepp and Rene Folsom) and All Our Love (published by Novel Grounds).  She also has a piece in Love Potions, Lotion and Lore (Published by Karen Pierce-Gonzalez). 

Shannon is a multi-genre and mash-up author, unrestricted by content, only interested in telling the story that is screaming to be told. She currently lives in the San Fernando Valley of Los Angeles, CA with her two cats.

Blurb from "The Gathering"

Another world war has happened and everything we knew is now gone. There are no more countries. No more governments of old... only survivors who have created a new world made up of small colonies. It has been thirteen years and the village of Lia Fail sits peacefully above the old Hollywood Reservoir in the Santa Monica Mountains. The settlement is making ready

to host the fall Gathering, a time where every six months the other colonies from various parts of what was once Southern California visit for ten days of fun and reminiscence. The Gathering begins as any other party. A time for new loves, old friends, family, dancing and fun, but all too soon that changes. The people in Lia Fail begin to experience strange goings on they can't explain, unseen forces attack several guests and friends begin to distrust friends. When they receive news of a horrific massacre, they realize they must face an impending dark evil that threatens to descend on the tranquil village. 



Alia Stark, the queen of Lia Fail, must face this darkness. But she will face the evil along side her oldest and dearest friends, as well as an amazing new ally. The fate of her people, the lives of her children and freedom itself rests in her hands. Will she have the courage to do what must be done? 

This is the beginning of a journey that will change all of their lives forever.

The Gathering: Book One of the Lia Fail Chronicles is the first in a new Paranormal, Fantasy, and Adventure Series.

This book contains adult situations and is intended for a mature audience.

Excerpt from "The Gathering"

The early morning silence of the village was heavy in the cool autumn air, but that would soon change as it was the third Sunday of November, the Gathering.  

This was the time when all of the villages gathered at the chosen colony to trade goods and tales, and when families and friends were re-united.  The last Gathering of the year would be in Lia Fail, the great pagan village, resting tall on top of the Santa Monica Mountains, just above the ruins of the old Hollywood sign.  

The quiet of the morning was as yet undisturbed, save for the few sentinels at their posts, occasionally shifting their gaze from one end of the horizon to the other in bored observation.  

A giant stone wall surrounded the town, allowing the sentinels to see over both valleys.  Every two hundred feet sat a giant tower.  A walkway extended the entire length of the wall, running through each tower.  The village was a fortress.  

There were some gardens in the settlement, but most of the crops were outside the wall, as were many of the herding animals that grazed among the chaparral, and were being tended to before the sun rose.  A creek running along the edge of the village supplied water for the community.  In addition to the creek, an underground spring ran through the center of the town, where several wells had been placed to benefit the settlement.  

The giant stone wall was eight feet thick and secured by steel, and two main gates at the front and rear of the colony had been fortified by giant metal portcullises.  

The entire area was reminiscent of a medieval castle, save for bits of technology like the windmills that grew from behind homes and parapets, and solar panels that were attached to the highest roofs and turrets.  The rays of the sun rose higher in the sky and began to reflect off the panels, causing the light to dance and sparkle.

Sean Lantry, the captain of the guard, appeared from the lower hall of the barracks and moved steadily across the courtyard to the stairs of the eastern wall.  His lean, muscular build advanced easily up the steps.  As he approached the battlement, his gaze was turned to the rising sun.  The light reflected against his long, wavy brown hair, blowing gently around his stubble-strewn, darkly tanned face.  He closed his eyes to a squint in an attempt to make out the figures riding from the edge of the valley.  

"Creegan! Jones!"  He pointed towards the moving figures.  

The two guards glanced in the direction their captain had indicated.  Molly Creegan, a tall, thin woman in her mid-twenties with short black hair and almond-shaped gray eyes, grabbed a pair of binoculars and looked to the east, positioning them to get the best angle without being blinded by the ever-increasing light of the sun.  

There, in the distance, she saw six riders approaching the village.  No banner was waving, but they rode in a familiar fashion.  The other guard, Arthur Jones, then adjusted his eyeglass and recognized the lead figure.

"It's her, Captain," he shouted. 

Sean grinned and called to the soldiers by the entrance.

"Open the gate!"

Sean turned back to Molly.

"Did she catch anything?"

Molly stared back through the binoculars and began to smile, then pulled the binoculars down and looked slyly at her partner.  Arthur Jones was a short, stocky young man, with a head full of short, strawberry-blond hair; he too began to smile as if in anticipation of what she was going to say.

"Well, she appears to have a hell of a catch on her horse, Sir, but my gut tells me that it isn't hers," Molly said.

Sean smiled and waved Jones and Molly back to their posts.  The two soldiers laughed and turned as Sean trotted down the winding steps, back to the courtyard.

The first signs of activity began to fill the village as the soldiers moved to the front of the parapet where several more guards were pulling the gates open.  Despite the early hour, several faces peered out their windows into the courtyard as the soldiers' shouts echoed against the stone. 

As Sean approached the bottom step, Vivian Shorely, chancellor to the queen, was waiting in anticipation.

"What is she doing out there unattended, Captain?"

Sean gazed at the thin, pinched face of the middle-aged woman and smiled slowly, cocking his head.

"I have no idea, Chancellor, I wasn't invited."

He moved around Vivian and continued towards the gate.  Vivian's mouth dropped open at the obvious dismissal.  She shook her head and spun on her heel in pursuit.

"See here, Captain!  It is your responsibility to look after the safety of the queen, is it not?"

Sean turned to the woman, who had to stop suddenly so as not to run into him.

"I beg your pardon?" he asked.

"I said," she began sarcastically, "is she or is she not your responsibility?"

Vivian folded her arms in front of her as she smugly completed her sentence.  Sean took a step up to her and put his face to hers.

"See here, Woman…"

She gasped, "Woman?"

"I realize to some it might be hard to tell, but you are a woman, right?”

Vivian scrunched her little face into a frown as Sean continued.

“Yeah, here's the deal… it’s my job to make sure everyone in this village is protected and if the queen should choose to leave the safety of these walls, which is her prerogative, then I have no control over that."

Vivian's tight face became even more pinched as she tried to respond, but was once again rebuffed as Sean turned and walked in the direction of the approaching riders.

From the wall above, a young sentry called out, "Here they come!"

Through the gates, the horses pounded into the quad, led by the queen.  Her auburn hair resembled spiral flames as it flowed behind her.  She wore a small leather top and long leather pants.  The sun glistened off her tanned and muscled body as steam rose from her skin, while she reigned in the giant animal.  

Several stable hands came forward and grabbed the horses' reins as the riders dismounted.  The queen jumped down from the left side of her horse and began to walk towards Sean, and he watched her with wonder and pride.  

She was the queen of Lia Fail, Alia Stark.  She demanded respect and her people gladly gave it.  Not one person in Lia Fail could gaze into those mysterious gold eyes and help but pledge their loyalty.  Sean marveled at the round soft features of her face, a contradiction to the strength of this lady.  She was forty-eight, he knew that, but she didn’t look a day over thirty.   

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So, RUN, get your copy before February 1st, 2015!

Cover Reveal: Concordant Vibrancy: Unity, An All Authors Anthology

Welcome!

Today we are happy to present you with the cover of

"Concordant Vibrancy: Unity, An All Authors Anthology"

Before we show you the cover, lets tell you a little bit about Concordant Vibrancy.

Blurb:

All Authors Publishing House, a subsidiary of All Authors Publications & Promotions, is pleased to present its first short story anthology, Concordant Vibrancy.

Concordant Vibrancy represents the interweaving of unity and uniqueness through the eyes of eleven incredible writers. Through the array of genres, all of these talents share a phenomenal love of writing which aims to leave imprints in the reader's imagination.

Short stories in this collection:

"Butterfly Mask" by Nicola McDonagh

"Messarii's Blood Hunt" by D. John Watson

"Seven Days" by Harmony Kent

"Touch Me" by Andrea Houtsch

"...and we" by Adonis Mann

"Til Death Do Us Part" by A. Lopez, Jr.

"Coalesce" by Da'Kharta Rising

"Her A to Z" by C. Desert Rose

"Lester's Release" by Synful Desire

"The Authentic Snap" by Queen of Spades

"Alma's Unsung Angel" by Y. Correa

It was important to portray both the unification and individuality of each author as well as the theme of this anthology on its cover. In the introduction of Concordant Vibrancy, Y. Correa, the creator of All Authors P&P explains it this way, "... like leaves on a tree, we are all connected. Mother Earth, the best example of unity mankind has."

Without further ado, we present you with the cover of Concordant Vibrancy created by All Authors Graphic Design.

Now available for Pre-Order at:

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Author Spotlight; Frederick Crook

Beloved RWPPs,

Today we bring to you a New Release by Mr. Frederick Crook called Campanelli: Sentinel, available TODAY December 1st, 2014 on Amazon.com.

Here we go...

Author’s Bio

Author Website

Frederick was born in Chicago in 1970 and now lives in Villa Park with his wife, Rae and their three miniature dachshunds. He began by writing fictional works all through high school, earned an Associate Degree of Applied Science in Electronics in 1994 and the Bachelor of Science in Technical Management from DeVry University in 2005.

In 2009, Frederick began writing his first novel, The Dregs of Exodus, which was self-published in late 2010. This was followed up with another novel, The Pirates of Exodus in 2012.

Throughout that year and early 2013, he continued writing and published four short stories in eBook form for Kindle and Nook. All of these stories share the same premise, but all are independent from one another, though the short eBook, Campanelli: The Ping Tom Affair and his third novel, issued by Solstice Publishing, Campanelli: Sentinel, share the same main characters.

He loves writing and enjoys meeting and talking to readers at book signing events.

Blurb

It is 2110 and migration to the colony planet, Alethea, has depleted Earth of billions of people. As a result, migration has been declared illegal by all world governments. Human trafficking becomes highly profitable for organized crime and their influence reaches beyond the Earth’s atmosphere. Many starships returning from Alethea are diverted from the scrapping process and secretly refurbished, allowing the population to shrink further. 

Frank Campanelli is a blind Chicago Police detective who depends on his fully functional bio-electronic implants to see and do his job. After assisting on a botched infiltration of a top human trafficking network, he and his partner, Marcus Williams, are transferred into the CPD’s Organized Crime Division to head the newly formed Sentinel group and bring down the Ignatola family business.

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Here is an Excerpt

Frank took manual control of the car and set its alert status to ‘Condition Two’. The car’s computer sent out its signal to traffic lights and other computerized vehicles, clearing the way for them. The blue lights flashed and the siren whooped and warbled to warn pedestrians and non-computerized vehicles of their presence. 

Campanelli adjusted his lenses to zoom in just enough that he saw the leading edge of his vehicle’s hood and beyond. This gave him advanced warning of upcoming pavement hazards. He kept his thought commands on visual adjustments, putting them back to default when the car was in traffic and zooming forward again once the road was clear ahead. Frank’s full-service lenses had an advantage over the standard bio-electronic breed. His fully encompassed the surface of the eyes to give him the benefit of peripheral vision. When he magnified his view, it was not merely like looking through binoculars, it was akin to being physically thrust forward a few feet, albeit with some distortion at the edges of his field of view. With this advantage, Frank Campanelli had the reputation of being a rather insane driver, but from his point of view, he simply saw more detail than others and drove to match. 

As it was Saturday morning, the traffic was light. As a result, Frank could get the car up to eighty miles an hour at times, broken up by sudden slowing and lane changing to avoid a vehicle or road hazard. This unsettled Marcus Williams to no end, forcing the veteran to increase his serotonin levels as he held on to the door handle and center console while plastering his feet into the floorboards. 

The engine whined and whistled with acceleration, alternating with the crying of rubber whenever the brakes were hit hard or the steering yoke was twitched to go around something. 

Marcus was just glad they were not in pursuit, otherwise Frank would be in a real hurry. 

Campanelli slowed at the corner of State and Madison and hung a tight left. The powerful car accelerated like a shot, but the siren went quiet. Marcus dared to open his eyes and saw that the road ahead was deserted of pedestrians, cars and potholes. 

The siren sounded again as they approached the intersection at Dearborn. Dodging around a CTA bus, Frank made the turn and accelerated again, though only briefly as they were close to their destination. 

Suddenly, the siren quieted and the motor wound down to its near-silent normalcy. Marcus opened his eyes in time to see the blue lights cycle one last time before going out. The light at West Washington Street still turned green for them, indicating that Frank had set the car to ‘Condition Four’: ‘No lights, no sirens, just an officer in kind of a hurry’, as it had been explained to him once by someone he could not remember.

Copyright Frederick Crook  and Solstice Publishing House 2014

Unbind by Sarah Michelle Lynch

Welcome RWPPs,

Are you in the mood for a FREEBIE? Who isn't, right? Here we have a great one for you today...

Today we present you with Unbind by Mrs. Sarah Michelle Lynch.

First a little bit about the Author:

Author Bio:

Sarah’s first job was opening a newspaper shop, when she was just seventeen. It was a good exercise in discipline, having to get up at 5a.m. on a weekend morning. Since then, she has worked all kinds of jobs including cafe assistant, student mentor and ambassador, checkout girl, bartender, shelf stacker, supply teacher and after graduating university, magazine journalist. The jobs may have come and gone but the urge to write was ALWAYS there.

Sarah is the eldest of four children and was the first person in her family in generations to go to university. She holds a degree in English from The University of Hull but it wasn’t until she began working in the media that she really got to grips with how writing could become a profession. She worked alongside various companies including Sky, Radio Times and Bauer, eventually climbing the ranks into junior management.

During a long period of maternity leave she discovered how different creative writing and professional, journalistic writing are. The decision to self-publish was not taken lightly but in May 2012, she let loose her first novel and a scifi trilogy was born. The trilogy has since been re-edited and transformed into a quadrilogy. Since then, the desire to write and explore has become viral and she has even set up her own business, helping other writers get their own words and stories out into the world.

Sarah currently lives in East Yorkshire with her husband and daughter.

Unbind Blurb:

We should chase away from what we’re scared of, right? Run as fast as we can. Yet some of us seem to veer toward chaos and destruction… 

Chloe sees anguish and despair lurking beneath the surface of Cai Matthews, the dark and dangerously handsome freelance photographer she meets on her first day in a new job. She can’t see straight in his presence—blinded by a blistering sexual attraction that has the potential to sweep her clean off her feet. 

When Cai disappears from the workplace and doesn’t come back, Chloe tries to find out more about his life but all she knows is he’s set to inherit a ton of money and his aunt runs one of the most famous fashion magazines in the world. 

Cai is running from a complicated past he doesn’t like talking about. Gossip columns rage with speculation concerning him and his aunt, who took guardianship of Cai after his parents died. 

Conscientious journalist Chloe has a mind for details and once she gains access to his world, Cai realises she could undo every, single dirty little secret that he and his aunt have tried desperately to cover up.

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Author Spotlight; Erin Tanner

Dear RWPPs,

Today we'd like to introduce you all to one Ms. Erin Ashley Tanner, Author. We are happy to present you with her most recent release, Goddess by Chance.

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About the Author:

Erin Ashley Tanner is a Southern girl born and raised in Northwest Florida. You can usually find her curled up with a good book or working on her next novel. If you'd like to know more about what Erin is working on next feel free to follow her on Twitter @ErintheAuthor or check out her website. You can also find Erin on Facebook/AuthorErinAshleyTanner or at her blog.

Goddess by Chance Blurb:

Arienne Marcos is a librarian with a secret. She has super human strength, a genius level IQ and a goddess mother who is never satisfied. When Arienne lands on the radar of a god determined to use her for revenge, she has no idea what she is in for.

When Chris Triton enters her life, Arienne is unprepared for the long dormant feelings and blazing passion he arouses. While basking in her budding new relationship, Arienne is unprepared for the shattering event that nearly destroys her town and her entire life.

In time, Arienne will discover that her new lover harbors secrets of his own that could be deadly. Along the way she will find herself caught in the center of an eons old grudge between gods with a thirst for revenge. Arienne is a… Goddess by Chance.

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What are readers saying about Goddess by Chance?

"Book 2 of this series introduces us to the daughter of Athena, goddess of wisdom and purity. Arienne, her daughter, is very close to her mortal father, but loves/hates her mother. She becomes a pawn to get revenge against Athena for a past indiscretion.

I am loving this unique spin on Greek mythology. The author makes each god and goddess very human and fallible..." ~ Trickiegyrl via Amazon.com