Epoch Earth: The Great Glitch by Toasha Jiordano

This weeks review!

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I was thirteen the first time I watched someone glitch out and die. Things went downhill from there.
Forcibly chipped by the Sister Nations. Then forcibly un-chipped.
For those who didn’t comply, The Great Glitch was swift justice.
I’m Synta, one of those Children of the Resistance, and by Stone I’m gonna get us off this planet!

A little about Toasha first:

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Toasha Jiordano was born somewhere in this galaxy. We haven’t quite narrowed it down, yet.

Rumor has it there are siblings out there, who share her genetic makeup, should that DNA become a necessity one day.

She is a full-time writer who moonlights as a desk jockey for fun.
When she’s not writing, she likes to spend her time sleeping.

Sherry Terry’s Review: 4.8-Stars

LOVED IT!

Epoch Earth: The Great Glitch by Toasha Jiordano is a fantastic read. Once I started reading it, I couldn’t put it down…

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Hypatia of Alexandria (The Legendary Women of World History Book 8) by Laurel A. Rockefeller

#review #history #woman

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51ZfcEQkyiL._SY346_As the western world fell into darkness, she dared defend the light.

Born in 355 CE in the aftermath of Constantine’s reign, Hypatia of Alexandria lived in a collapsing Roman Empire, a world where obedience to religious authorities trumped science, where reason and logic threatened the new world order. It was a world on the edge of the Dark Ages, a world deciding the question of science verses religion, freedom verses orthodoxy, tolerance verses hate.

For over 40 years, Hypatia stood between the dark ages and the light of classical philosophy, arts, and sciences. Though none of her books survived the aggressive book burnings of religious zealots, her legacy remains that of one of the greatest scientists of all time.

This is her fascinating true story.

A little about Laurel first:

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Born, raised, and educated in Lincoln, Nebraska USA Laurel A. Rockefeller is author of over twenty books published and…

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Covers, the first shot at selling your ebook.

Today, I’m going to gush.  I found a wonderful designer to do my covers… for 29.99 each.  Yep.  That’s what I said, 29.99 for a professional cover.  He’s my new cover.

 

Author RA Winter Sparrow's Dream

Author RA Winter Sparrow’s Dream

 

I just love how the colors melt together, it says everything I need a cover to say about my writing.  Native American, romance, love and a happily ever after.

A cover is the first thing a reader sees.  It must grab them, but also tell a story.  Your story.  If the cover is drab… well, you’re not going to see sales unless you have a huge base of fans.

You must sell your story, and the only way to do that is with a great design.

Covers are hard to find at this price point. At 29.99, everyone can afford these. 

The artist is Kayci Morgan, a lovely lady.  I’m so happy I found her.

 

Kayci has been self-publishing for the past four years. She uses her experience as a graphic designer and marketer to offer covers that sell books at affordable prices.

If I was you, I’d check out her books too.  Steamy stuff.  Great work.  I just finished one a couple of weeks ago and loved it.  A vampire and werewolf love story.

Some of her premade covers below are for sale. For 29.99! You can find more at kreativecovers.com  

And while you’re at it, check out Kayci’s author page on Amazon and her wonderful books.

 

author Kayci morgan, writer, covers, cover artist, blogger

author Kayci Morgan, writer, covers, cover artist, blogger

 

 

author Kayci morgan, writer, covers, cover artist, blogger

 

 

author Kayci morgan, writer, covers, cover artist, blogger

 

 

author Kayci morgan, writer, covers, cover artist, blogger

Each of these covers tells the story that you will find inside.  The old ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’, just isn’t true anymore.  A good designer can bring your book new life.

 

There are a lot more books on Kayci’s Amazon Author page.  Check her out.  You won’t be sorry!

 

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Of Flesh and Fire by Tuesday Cross

loved this book!

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51UkyrNb2xL._SY346_Vampires, werewolves, and dragons… oh my!

Nyminia awakes from the ashes of a deadly fire to find herself not only cursed with fearsome power, but with heavy purpose. Her life is the silver thread which keeps the world together, her death– the cord that could unravel everything.

Discovered by Mildred Midwood, an elemental mage, Nyminia is taken to Rowling-Burroughs University– a place where werewolves, vampires, and magic-kinds alike study and grow their powers.

Nyminia’s adventure quickly gets out of hand when she realizes her true role to play in the fate of this paranormal world– she is the True Sacrifice. Hunted by fanatics, she must stay alive or risk plunging the earth into darkness.

Join Nyminia on a modern day adventure as she navigates love, friendship, family, and the mystery surrounding her past as she strives to save the world.

A little about Tuesday first:

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Tuesday is a shape-shifting time…

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Tuesday Cross-Of Flesh and Fire Book 1, The First Chapter

Today, I’m posting a very special First Chapter.  Tuesday Cross’s Of Flesh and Fire. This is an excellent fantasy.  I’ve read it twice now…seriously. All the pieces of a fantastic plot come together with mystery,  love, vampires, dragons, and a werewolf best friend!

On Wednesday, I’ll be leaving my review on NakedReviewers..  For now, I’ll leave you with a taste of Tuesday’s writing.  Enjoy!

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Looking for an action packed twist on paranormal fantasy with a touch of romance?

‘Of Flesh and Fire – Book I’ by Tuesday Cross delivers a fast-paced fantasy adventure,
perfect for adults of all ages. If you enjoy vampires, werewolves, and DRAGONS… you’ll love this story.

CHAPTER 0
MY FIRST DEATH

 

I lay there, trying my hardest not to choke. The heavy scent of smoke invaded my body, coating my lungs, stifling me. All around me were the sounds of screaming, sobbing, and fire– my body shivered involuntarily. I shifted my focus back to breathing, trying to quiet my body’s urge to stand up and run. I won’t be able to do anything if fear gets the better of me.  Anger flashed hot in my stomach. After everything I’ve done to get my life back, here it is. Ending. The beam overhead groaned like some sort of wounded animal, making me flinch. Clenching my eyes shut, I dove into my memories. Any event of my past was better than what was about to become my last.

 

I’m six years old, sitting in Ms. Carla’s tidy sun-bleached office. I lightly swing my legs back and forth, listening to the rhythmic ba-bump, ba-bump as my heels bounce off the base of the bench. Behind me, through the door, I can just make out the whispers of my foster parents. They don’t say it outright, but I can tell. They don’t like me. Ms.Carla, lovely as always, encourages them to keep trying. Keep up with the counseling. Every child needs a forever-home after all, and who said adoption was going to be easy?

 

I’m twelve years old, running through the woods. My foster brother is laughing, but we’re not having fun. I’m frightened because I know how this game ends. Doubling back I head for my secret hiding spot, and while crossing over the rocks I make a stupid mistake. Trying to jump too fast, my shoelace snags on a fallen branch. I try to catch myself, but tumble heavily into the deep crevasse beneath my destination. If I hadn’t had been so afraid, I wouldn’t have rushed. I spent hours fuming and nursing a sprained arm before the fire department found me. Shortly afterwards my foster ‘parents’ shut me in my room as punishment for wasting everyone’s time.

 

I’m seventeen, crouched in the dusty attic, pouring over my collection of contraband. Wonder Woman and Supergirl– I soaked up the adventures depicted on the black and white pages. My name had been repeated, growing steadily louder and louder for the last five minutes. The heavy footsteps of the man I was supposed to call father reverberated below. It was only a matter of time before he thought to check the attic, and found me and my treasures. Sighing, I carefully tucked three favorites into the bag by my feet. The footsteps halted directly beneath the attic door, but it didn’t matter. I was out the window, down the lattice, and into the night– like the monsters I was leaving behind had never existed at all.

 

And now I’m here. What a stupid situation. I shouldn’t have come to this town. I shouldn’t have stayed here so long. I’m an idiot for thinking I could make a life here. I opened my eyes and stared into the flames, defiant. If my life’s about to end,  I’m going to watch it go.

 

Finally, the groaning beam cracked and gave-way.

Delivering me to the darkness.

CHAPTER 1
REVEALED BY FIRE

MILDRED MIDWOOD

 

Dusk came and went, and a dewy midnight settled like a blanket over the grounds of Rowling-Burroughs University. In the Eastern Quarter of the Historic wing, Headmistress Mildred Midwood sat stiffly behind her desk. Her brown eyes focused on the map spread out before her. Her face was calm, but she drummed her nails against the wood of her desk. A light knock at the door pulled her out of concentration, and Midwood’s eyes shot up to meet a gentle gaze she knew well.

“Professor Starling, it’s late you know,” Midwood said quietly.

“Mildred, there’s another fire,” he replied.

“Where?”

“In the village, at a home for young women.”

Midwood’s nostrils flared. She knew exactly which home Starling referred to.

“And you’re here about it in the middle of the night because–”

“It’s happening as we speak,” Starling answered.

Midwood stood and turned, disappearing into the air with a loud crack, leaving only the smell of burning ozone behind.

 

Midwood reappeared in the shadows, a safe distance from the frantic scene unfolding before her. Even from her position across the street, Midwood felt the searing heat clawing her face. Looking left and right, Midwood observed nothing else out of the ordinary. Silent cars stood sentinel along the street and a cool breeze played through the leaves of the trees.

Everything was as it should be, except for the structure in front of her. It was burning at temperatures so obscene that the flames were a ghostly blue-white. The brave men of Vernon Village’s Fire Department worked diligently, but the fire carried on, unaffected.

Thank the gods this street had been evacuated. The fewer witnesses, the better.

Spreading her arms out by her sides, palms facing the blaze, Midwood hummed low and deep. The sound reverberated through her sternum, growing louder until it matched the cracking and whipping of the flames. A soft grey light emanated from her palms as Midwood took slow steps into the middle of the damp street. One by one the men of VVFD ceased their work, whispering amongst themselves. Midwood did not see them. In fact, she could not see them. Her eyes were rendered useless as her inner eye focused on the fire, seeking its source. It was as if the flames were alive, eluding her efforts to snuff them out.

Fire magic. The thought chilled Midwood to her core, and she redoubled her efforts to douse the flames. Midwood advanced to the sidewalk in front of the building, the ghastly blue flames illuminating her ebony skin. The men of VVFD remained glued to the spot, unable to tear their eyes away. Midwood clasped her hands violently together in front of her heart, snuffing out the raging blaze– the force of her efforts knocking her to the ground.

Stunned, the firefighters looked to the structure, and back to her. A tall, bear of a man came forward to help her to her feet. Midwood was not a frightening woman to behold, yet she saw a glimmer of fear in his eyes as he hoisted her up.

“Chief Johnston, thank you,” Midwood said, brushing off her skirt.

“Well Headmistress, it’s you we ought to thank,” he mumbled.

It was obvious to Midwood that as usual Johnston was polite, but not out of respect.

Whispers from the men rose in the background. (These lot only get involved when something’s wrong) – (I don’t like it, we shouldn’t have to owe them anything.) – (How do we know that she didn’t set the fire to begin with?) She shrugged off their words. If her suspicions were correct, then the current situation was much more important than normal vs supernatural politics.

“If you don’t mind, Chief, I need to inspect the ashes.”

“Ma’am! We’ve been fighting this fire for hours, and the whole time it’s been burning hotter than the bloody sun. You’re not going to find anything in there.”

“All the same, I would like to have a look around.”

“It’s not safe.”

“Chief.” Midwood looked him square in the eye. “I’ll be fine.”

Johnston huffed and stood out of the way, gesturing towards the smoldering remains. Midwood nodded politely, hiked up her skirt, and made her way inside.

The stench of smoke enveloped her as she waded through the destruction. It pained her to know how many people must have died, their bones turned to dust. As she made her way to the center of the cinders, Midwood couldn’t shake the feeling of dread which had taken root within her. She thought back to the orphanage she inspected after it burnt, and then the hostel. No survivors.  Someone is targeting these places. but they wouldn’t continue if they had already found what they were looking for… If I’m right. Stopping for a moment to release her skirt from a piece of twisted steel, something caught Midwood’s eye. Laying under the ashen remains of a structural beam, as if asleep, was a young woman. Her skin smooth and milky white, untouched by the violence.

The gods have mercy!  Bending down, Midwood gathered the naked form in her arms, lifting her up with the strength of a much younger woman. Blocked from the sight of Chief Johnston and his men, Midwood turned on the spot, disappearing with her precious cargo into the heavy night air.  

 

 

 

Clay to Ashes by Ono Ekeh

Great book, check out the reviews.

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Bridget Blade is both a god with an insatiable desire for love and adoration and a human plagued by insecurities, fears, and anxieties. Unaware of her true divinity she longs for the kind of love and a happy family she’s never had. Her husband, Jeremy, though, seems more interested in turning her into a research project that he can commercialize.

When Bridget discovers her new abilities she revels in the discovery that she is a god. But her new powers attract unwanted attention and Bridget must fight for her independence and survival.

But when survival means giving up the adoration she craves Bridgett must confront the desires that drive her. Does she want freedom or does she want adoration? She can have one or the other, but not both.

A little about Ono first:

Ono Ekeh was an avid reader of George Orwell’s 1984. He would purchase a copy every…

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