Phase One: Identify by Rose Wynters Young Adult Romance


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Virtual Tour Dates: 10/17/13 to 10/31/13

Genres: Dark Urban Fantasy, Dystopian, Zombies

Blurb:

A letter found on the clear glass case of the only gun shop in Pleasant, LA

Hello,

My name is Tabitha Alexanders. Congratulations. If you’re reading this letter, you’re one of the survivors from the zombie apocalypse. Take care, or you won’t last for long.

I’m 18 and just graduated this year. I didn’t get to enjoy it, though. I was working at the grocery store as a checkout girl when the first body slammed against the clear glass. I’ll never forget the fear that washed over me at the sight of his red, hungry eyes. That night marked the loss of my innocence…. And my freedom.

Now my life is something different. No longer can we take the basic things like safety and food for granted, not to mention our lives. The zombies destroyed our entire town that first night, including the family of the college guy I had a crush on in the past. We were able to save him, but he’s not the same. He’s different, but so am I.

Our numbers are extremely small, but the humans have united. A new group of survivors is emerging in this nightmarish world…. And we aren’t afraid to fight dirty if it ensures our survival.

We had to leave Pleasant in order to save our lives. We barely made it out alive. These zombies are entirely different than the way I’d always seen on television. They are fast, preternaturally strong, and even aware. They used that awareness to discover our small group of survivors hidden within our home. If it wasn’t for Kellan we’d be dead right now, wandering the streets of Pleasant.

Kellan is something completely different than any man I’ve ever seen before. He’s too powerful and too controlled to ever be anything like the average male. I can’t explain him, but I’m glad he’s on our side. Heaven help us all if he ever decides we’re not worth the effort.

He’s taken us to his home outside of town, if the massive fortress can be considered that. It’s large enough for many more than us, self-sustaining should we be forced to remain beyond the high fence. There’s something strange about the way he was so prepared for the zombie apocalypse, but it’s not my place to question it. I’ve learned that Kellan doesn’t enjoy questions, and he doesn’t want anybody getting too close.

I’m leaving a handwritten map here in the hopes that there is still someone alive in this town to find it. God, I hope you are. It feels like we’re the only ones left, and it’s horrifying…

Tabitha Alexander

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The reporter looked to be somewhere around his early 30’s. His handsome face was pale and drawn, his expression frantic. It was soon apparent he wasn’t working from any type of script, as he addressed the viewers that were watching. “The police department is urging residents to stay inside and lock your doors, and stay away from what people are classifying as zombies.”

Somebody cried out loudly in the background, but the reporter continued, “Police have no idea what what the death toll is. Numerous attacks have been reported. Do not get close to anyone that appears to be injured in anyway.”

A woman moved in front of the camera, pushing the reporter out of the way with her body, before grabbing the microphone from his slack grip. Her face was pale, but her dark eyes were filled with determination as she stared into the lens. She got right to the point.

Don’t let this reporter sugarcoat this with his evasions. There are dead people walking out there, and they are fast, deadly, and supernaturally strong. There is a name for them, one we’ve heard before but thought was only fiction. These dead people are zombies, and they don’t care about nothing but getting their teeth into your flesh.”

The reporter tried to grab the microphone back, but she shot him a deadly look. “You’re not getting this till I’m done,” she told him in a firm voice. “I’m not gonna stand by while you get your five seconds of fame and leave these innocent people out there to die. People deserve to know what they are up against, and how to protect themselves. Now back off.” Surprisingly, he stood still and listened.

She turned back to the camera. “I know there are some of you out there that don’t believe in this. You wanna box it all up, neat and tidy-like, and believe that there must be some rational explanation for this, and come morning it will all be gone. If you believe that though, you’re going to find yourself dead before the sun ever hits the sky tomorrow.”

She leaned into the camera, and I felt as if she were talking directly to me. “For those of you that want to live though, listen and listen well. These zombies aren’t the slow, dumb creatures we have all seen on film. These zombies are fast, faster than we are. The more they eat, the stronger they seem to get. The ones I have seen tonight have red eyes as well. The only way to kill them is by shooting them in the head or cutting their head off.”

I object to that,” the reporter broke in, his voice loud enough for us to hear him. He shook his head at the woman, his expression angry. “I simply can’t tolerate you suggesting to viewers to go out and murder these people. We don’t know what’s wrong with them, maybe they are just ill.”

She looked back at him in disbelief. “So how many people have you ate the last time you felt ill, Mr. big time, know-it-all reporter? I’ll tell you what. Since you’re so concerned with saving the zombies that wouldn’t think twice about killing you, why don’t you go out there and show us what you’ve got? I’m sure your cameraman here would be only to happy to film you through the window when you become dinner.”

The reporter smirked at her before eying her with disdain. “What makes you such an expert?”

She ignored him, turning her attention back to the viewers. “If you’re still alive and hearing this, I beg you to listen. I’ve never seen anything like this before. Tonight I lost my whole family to these animals. If you want to stay alive, be cautious.

Don’t go out unarmed, and don’t go out alone. If it’s safe, try to make it to the police station. These zombies are everywhere now, and I guarantee the dead are outnumbering the living. Try to not join their ranks.”

She turned back to the reporter, holding out the microphone. “I’m not an expert, I’m a survivor. I hope you can learn how to be one yourself.”

With that, she turned and walked away.

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Rose Wynters is the paranormal romance author of six books and three series, including the bestselling series, Wolf Town Guardians.

When not writing about hot, alpha characters and unique heroines, she enjoys pulling her head out of the fantasy world by traveling, camping, and experiencing new adventures.

A lifelong fan of both the paranormal and romance, she loves developing plots that combine these into sizzling hot reads with an exciting, sexy hero.

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If You Were Me and Lived in Norway… by Carole P. Roman Children/Multicultural


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Virtual Book Tour Dates: 9/30/13 – 10/28/13

Genres: Children, Multicultural, and Nonfiction

Blurb:

Join Carole P. Roman on a trip to the Northern Hemisphere and learn about Norway- The Land Of the Midnight Sun. In this exciting series, children are able to read about the many things we share in this great, big world of ours. If You Were Me and Lived in…Norway describes many things that make that country unique and fun. Readers will be able to learn about the capital, common names, a beloved holiday, as well as favorite food and other fun facts. This book is an excellent introduction for those beginners who want to learn about the many thrilling places and great people who share our planet.

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Named to Kirkus Reviews’ Best of 2012 for her first book, award winning author Carole P. Roman started writing as a dare from one of her sons. Using an imaginary game she played with her grandson as a base, Captain No Beard was born.”Captain No Beard- An Imaginary Tale of a Pirate’s Life” has not only been named to Kirkus Best of 2012, it received the Star of Remarkable Merit, and won the Pinnacle Award for 2012. “Pepper Parrot’s Problem with Patience” Book 2 in the series, received 5 Stars from The ForeWord Review The Clarion Review. It has followed with six more books to the series.
Motivated by her love of yoga, Roman has written a book that not only teaches four poses, but shows how easy and accessible yoga can be. 
Her new non fiction series, “If You Were Me and Lived in…” combines her teaching past with her love of exploration and interest in the world around us. The debut book in the series, “If You Were Me and Lived in…Mexico” has won the Pinnacle Award for Best in Children’s Non Fiction 2012. France, South Korea, and Norway. They will be followed with Kenya, Turkey, India, and Australia. She plans to do Portugal, Greece, and Argentina next year.
Writing for children has opened up a whole second act for her. While she is still working in her family business, this has enabled her to share her sense of humor as well as love for history and culture with the audience she adores. Roman lives on Long Island with her husband and near her children.

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Good Intentions (The Dead War Series) by D.N. Simmons @AuthorDNSimmons


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Virtual Book Tour: 10/7/13 – 10/14/13

Author: D.N. Simmons

Book Title: Good Intentions

Series Title: The Dead War Series

Publisher: Rushmore Publishing

ISBN: 978-0615887524

Formats: EB: $2.99  &  PB: $8.99

Genre(s): Dark Urban Fantasy/Horror/Suspense/Dystopian

Pages: 191 (EB) 235 (PB)


 

BLURB:

  SciTech Labs was handsomely commissioned by the United States Military to design a revolutionary serum that would create the ultimate soldier.  If successful, the soldier would have an increase in endurance, strength, awareness and overall speed. They would become the true super soldier. That’s if everything went according to plan. 

  SciTech put its best scientists on the project and gave them a time limit to complete the job or else. With the pressure on and the stakes high, Vincent Masterson and his team put everything they had into the project. Everything was looking hopeful until an experiment went horribly wrong. The scientists mutated their specimen’s DNA, turning it into something monstrous. Now, life as we know it will never be the same. 

   As it stands, the only thing that can save the human race is one of the two things they should be running from.

  Can the human race survive being caught in a bloody war between two vicious predators? 

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PROLOGUE EXCERPT:

The Director of the Biological Research Department of SciTech Laboratories, Dr. Steve Morris sat at his desk in his comfortable black, leather chair as he spoke with the military general across from him.

I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that this little experiment is to be kept top secret?” General Bradley Fuller reiterated. His cold blue eyes attempted to cut ribbons through the debonair attitude of the younger man.

Dr. Morris cleared his throat, blatantly ignoring the General’s glare. “I understand full well the importance of secrecy in this matter and I can assure you that you have nothing to worry about.”

If it’s all the same to you, I’ll be the judge of that. Trusting SciTech Labs with this wasn’t my choice. However, this company came highly recommended as one of the top labs in the entire country, so here I am.” The General crossed one leg over the other as he rested his hands on his knee. “What can you guarantee as the turnaround time? We want results as soon as possible.”

Well, from what you’ve shown me, it’s an unknown substance. It might help us if you can give me a little more background on the compound. It would help us to know where it came from,” Steve said.

The General frowned. “Unfortunately, that’s classified.”

Steve scoffed. “General, you’ve got my hands tied—”

It’s need to know and you don’t have the clearance,” Gen. Fuller interjected brashly. “If you don’t think your department can work under those circumstances I’ll inform my superiors of your noncompliance.”

General, please, there’s no need for rashness. I only want to give the United States Military Forces our very best effort.”

The United States Military isn’t looking for ‘effort’, Doctor. We’re looking for results and with what you’re being offered to come up with those results, failure is not an option. Are we clear?”

Gen. Fuller’s stern gaze became even more intense. The nerves Steve was trying to ignore came roaring to the forefront. He shifted in his chair, feeling a lot less comfortable.

Steve cleared his throat. “As they say in the military, crystal.”

Steve adjusted the knot of his tie, loosening the material a bit. The room was feeling a bit hotter than it was several minutes ago before the general entered. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was because the heat was turned up or if it was just him.

I’d like to meet the team you’re going to assign to this experiment,” Gen. Fuller requested.

Oh, of course. One minute.” Steven pressed several buttons on his phone keypad and a masculine voice came over the intercom.

Yes, Dr. Morris?” Dr. Vincent Masterson replied.

I’d like you to gather your team and come to my office,” Steve ordered.

We’ll be there shortly.”

The line disconnected. The two men sitting in the office looked at each other for a few seconds before Gen. Fuller broke the uncomfortable silence. “You still didn’t give me a turnaround time.”

You’ll have to forgive me General, but with so little information provided to us regarding this compound, I can’t in good conscious give you an exact date,” Steve said.

You have six months.”

Six months? I think it’s premature to attempt to put a time limit on this project.”

Regardless of your opinion, six months is the limit. We would prefer results before that date, of course. You’ll have every resource you’ll need at your disposal. If after six months, you come to me empty handed, you will lose the sizable grant your company is being awarded based on your success with this project.”


 

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AUTHOR BIO:

D.N. Simmons was born and raised in Chicago, Il. She attended Northern Illinois University majoring in journalism. She began writing short horror stories at the age of eleven and in 2004, she decided to take the plunge into the professional literary world when she published Desires Unleashed. She’s an avid fan of the paranormal and horror genre, finding vampires and shape-shifters fascinating. She’s been voted “New Voice of Today” by Romance Review, “Rising Star” by Love Romance and More and “Author of the Month” by Warrior of Words. Her work has won honorable mentions in catogoeis such as Best Paranormal, Best Book of the Year and Best Urban-Fantasy.

D.N. has a passion for crafting highly entertaining fantasy worlds her readers can escape to, filled with wonders, humor and excitement.


 

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Supernatural Thriller/Horror: Night Chill by Jeff Gunhus


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Night Chill by Jeff Gunhus

Virtual Book Tour: 9/30/13 to 10/28/13

Genres: Supernatural Thriller, Horror

Blurb:

Jack Tremont moves his family to the quiet mountains of Western Maryland hoping to leave behind a troubled past and restart his life. Instead, he finds himself caught up in a nightmare when his daughter Sarah is targeted by Nate Huckley, a mysterious and horrifying stranger driven by a dark power that will stop at nothing to possess Sarah. When Sarah goes missing, suspicion falls on Jack and he must uncover the secrets of the small mountain town of Prescott City and face the evil secret hidden there. As he digs further, he learns the conspiracy reaches more deeply than he could have imagined. Finally, he will have to face the question, What is a father willing to do to save his child? The answer? Anything. Anything at all.

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Nate Huckley leaned forward against the steering wheel, eyes searching the colorless brick buildings that slid by on either side of the street. He glanced at his watch and shook his head. He couldn’t believe he was spending valuable time, time he didn’t have, looking for a hardware store in this backwoods, one-factory, Pennsylvania town.

Huckley spotted the store. The boy back at the gas station had stuttered like a moron, but his directions had been good enough. Huckley pulled into the small gravel parking lot next to the concrete tilt-up building on which the last remnants of the word “Hardware” clung in tall, flaking letters. The lot was empty except for a beat-up VW Bug, more rust than metal, squatting in the far corner. Huckley checked his time and felt the anger churn harder in his stomach.

Grabbing the roll of tape, he marched through the parking lot, the hard soles on his leather boots crunching the small rocks into the dirt. Like stepping on bugs, he thought. He smiled and started to twist his foot on each step and stomp down a little harder. By the time he reached the double-wide glass doors that faced the street he felt a little better. Until he saw the sign.

CLOSED.

Bullshit. Huckley pounded on the glass door with the tape. He leaned down, opened the mail slot with his forefinger and shouted, “Hey! Get out here. I know you’re still there, Godammit! I can see your car.”

He stood up and kept beating the door until he saw a light go on in the back room. A smile spread across his face. He always got his way. Always.

The door in the back opened, and Huckley saw the outline of a person walk down the aisle. Huckley grinned a little wider. He’d expected an old man, but it was a young girl who came to the door. She squinted at him through the glass, twisted the locks, and stuck her head out toward him.

“We’re closed,” the girl said. She rolled her eyes in case her tone hadn’t made her annoyance perfectly clear.

Huckley looked the girl over. Dark circles ringed her eyes as if old layers of eyeliner had melted into her skin. Her cheekbones stuck out like there wasn’t enough skin on her face to go around, giving her an emaciated, hungry look, like a stray dog who thinks a wrapper with grease on it is a meal. Black roots a few inches long told the world her bleached-blonde hair was more bleach than blonde. The girl was a mess. Huckley couldn’t believe his luck.

“Well, hello, sweetie. When’d you start working here?”

The girl ignored the question. “Mr. Cooper left me to close today. Told me not to let anyone in.”

“That’s what Mr. Cooper said, huh? Well, I’m sure he didn’t mean me.”

The girl looked up and down the street. Huckley already knew there wasn’t anyone there. He had checked when he first saw that it was a young girl coming toward the door.

“Look, I’m new to this town, mister. I don’t know who you are. So I think you’d better go now. Come back tomorrow.”

“C’mon now, it wouldn’t hurt to talk to me a little.”  Huckley smiled as he concentrated. The girl’s mind was an open book. He pushed a little and the pages tumbled open, images dancing free form, garbled and non-linear. Hers was the kind of mind that used to confuse him, but that was a long time ago. Now it was easy. With a little concentration he could find out everything he needed to know. Like how the girl was a druggie, a loner, picking up a few bucks before moving on. How she was frustrated the owner hadn’t trusted her with the cash register yet. How the first time he did, she’d take the money and be gone. And there, amid all the adolescent self-consciousness and emotionalism, was a burst of sexual images. Many partners. Some for money. Some for drugs. And blazing out in front was an evolving fantasy with Huckley himself.

Ahh, young hormones, he thought. Little teenage girls could never resist his looks – white skin unmarked by any blemish, blonde hair combed back flat against his scalp, lips dark red as if he had spent the day sipping wine, eyes squinted half shut as if he held a secret too valuable to share. Although he appeared to be in his thirties, it was always the young ones who found him most attractive. And they were always so eager to prove they were women by following him to whatever bed, car seat, or back alley he chose.

He left the girl’s sexual images behind and sifted through her thoughts until he found the right information.

“Your name’s Doreen, right?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

He smiled at the girl. “I just guessed. You look like a Doreen.”

“Is that a good thing?” she asked, tugging on a few strands of her blonde hair and twirling it over her ear.

“Sure, pretty name for a pretty girl.” God, it was so easy. Huckley moved a step closer to the girl and inhaled through flared nostrils. Cheap high school perfume mixed with cheap high school marijuana. He smiled. That’s my girl.

“So Mr. Cooper left you all alone, huh? Surprised your father let you work a job like this. What are you, seventeen?”

“I’m eighteen,” she lied. “Don’t know who my daddy is. Even if I did, I wouldn’t let him tell me what to do.”

“I see. But you let this Mr. Cooper tell you, huh?” Doreen shrugged. Huckley held up the roll of tape, “Listen, I really need some duct tape. This stuff doesn’t work for what I’m using it for.”

“I’d like to help, mister. I really would. But the register’s closed and emptied out for the day so…” Doreen started to smack the chewing gum she’d been hiding in her mouth.

“No problem. I’ll just leave some money and you can put it in the register tomorrow. I’ll be in and out of here. Let you get back to your own business – if you know what I mean.” Huckley raised a hand to his lips and took a drag off an imaginary joint. Doreen broke eye contact and stared at the floor. Huckley smirked. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with it. Lord knows I’ve smoked my share of weed.”

Doreen smiled self-consciously. “You smoke?”

“Are you kidding? My generation invented the stuff.” He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “In fact, I wouldn’t mind a hit if you have any left. I’ll pay you a little extra for it.”

She hesitated, looking up and down the street again. “I don’t think that’d be a good idea.”

“All right. I understand. Maybe you’re too young for me to be ta
lking like that anyway. I’m sorry.” Huckley turned to leave.

“I’m not too young. I told you I was eighteen.”

“Yeah, that’s what you told me.”

Doreen bit her lower lip, then moved to the side to let him in. “I don’t believe I’m doing this.”

“That’s a good girl. You know, I was really lucky you were here.” Huckley smiled. “You have no idea how much time you’ve saved me.”

He leaned in to her as he passed. An electric jolt moved through him as his arm rubbed against her breasts. Huckley curled his hands into fists and rubbed them up and down his thighs. He knew he had to wait until she closed the door behind them, but this was his favorite part. He could hardly contain himself. He smiled at his good fortune. He was back on schedule.

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Gunhus deliver a taut supernatural thriller…the powerful Nate Huckley terrifies, and the assorted cast of human antagonists add to the white-knuckle tension. All the chops of an action-packed horror tale. – Kirkus Reviews

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Jeff Gunhus is the author of the Middle Grade/YA series The Templar Chronicles. The first book, Jack Templar Monster Hunter, was written in an effort to get his reluctant reader eleven-year old son excited about reading. It worked and a new series was born. Jeff is also the co-CEO of a national company with over 4,000 employees that has been featured in national media for its unique opportunity for college students to learn entrepreneurial skills. He is the author of the motivational career guides No Parachute Required (Hyperion) and Wake Up Call (Seven Guns Press). After his experience with his son, he is passionate about helping parents reach young reluctant readers and is active in child literacy issues. As a father of five, he leads an active lifestyle in Maryland with his wife Nicole by trying to constantly keep up with his kids. In rare moments of quiet, he can be found in the back of the City Dock Cafe in Annapolis working on his next novel.

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Dystopian Book Feature: John Smith – Last Known Survivor of the Microsoft Wars by Roland Hughes


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Blurb:

This is a post-polar-shift novel. You will challenge every assumption you have ever had, from crude oil to religion, while reading it. Fans of Babylon 5, Star Trek TNG, Battle Star Galactica (the new one) and classic science fiction writing will greatly enjoy the bountiful Easter Egg hunt. Consider for one second the possibility, then hang onto your mind with both hands while you take the ride. It’s okay to think about this book every time you fill up. Just look around you and notice the others thinking the same thing.

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Roland Hughes is the president of Logikal Solutions, a business applications consulting firm specializing in VMS platforms. Hughes serves as a lead consultant with over two decades of experience using computers and operating systems originally created by Digital Equipment Corporation (now owned by Hewlett-Packard). With a degree in Computer Information Systems, the author’s experience is focused on OpenVMS systems across a variety of diverse industries including heavy equipment manufacturing, pharma-ceuticals, stock exchanges, tax accounting, and hardware value-added resellers, to name a few. Working throughout these industries has strengthened the author’s unique skill set and given him a broad perspective on the role and value of OpenVMS in industry.


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