Freedom’s Knife by Daphne Moore

Freedom’s Knife by Daphne Moore is a dystopian, futuristic, sci-fi, fantasy, urban fiction,

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novel.  Did I forget anything?  Daphne weaves together a story of a distant future where aliens have invaded earth and spirits demand retribution.
The MC Alys Xoticos-Quinn denies having any magical power.  Convicted of crimes, the Union chains geas inside of Alys to keep her in control.  She can’t kill, she can’t have sex with anyone unless the geas approve and she has to follow the Union rules or suffer unimaginable pain.  And she can’t flee.  The Union has the only thing that matters to Alys.  Her son.
Alys teams up with Walker, a mysterious mage to find out who has done the unthinkable and called the Windigo a spirit of eternal hunger.  Alys’s character is straightforward. You know when she wants to kill someone and you know that she loves her son.  He’s all that matters to Alys. But,  her young son is magical and the Union wants him controlled- at any cost-even his death.
The Union’s reach is long, Alys must find a way to escape with her son.
Daphne’s writing style is very compact  The plot moves along at a good clip and the magical elements are fantastic.   It’s a world where the earth has been plunged back into the 1500’s, developed magic, and has 23rd-century elements.  Really a neat read.
A 4.5 rating.

This week’s Naked Reviewers Book of the week.

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Smoke And Roses: A Steampunk Language of Flowers by Olivia Wylie

Rosemary is for remembrance. You give yellow roses to a friend and lilies to the bereaved. Ever wondered why?

In this illustrated volume you will discover the history of the symbolic code daring Victorian ladies and gents used to pass messages in bouquets: the roots of the practice in Turkey, its rise in Europe and its fascinating cultural connotations on both sides of the Atlantic. You’ll learn how a mispronounced word gave the tulip its name and why the colors of the rose have so many meanings. Included are recipes for bouquets useful in your own life, including the Bugger Off Bouquet, to be given to those you would rather not see again. Let this book lead you up the historical garden path.

A little about Olivia first:

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Olivia Wylie is a professional landscaper who specializes in the restoration of neglected gardens in Downtown Denver. She snaps photos of garden beauty in her daily work and uses rain days, the photos and research to create art that shares the serenity of the green world with its viewers. On days when the weather keeps her indoors, she writes about the relationship between humanity and the green world. She currently has two ethnobotanic works in print: ‘Smoke and Roses’ and the book Roots: Insights From the Tree Alphabet of Old Ireland’. A book on the history of weeds in America is forthcoming in March. Her works are available at www.leafingoutgardening.com as well as Amazon.

Terence Vicker’s Review: 4-Stars

Smoke and Roses by Olivia Wylie
Smoke and Roses is an interesting look into the meaning behind flowers and the history behind them. The introduction is the most interesting part to me as I enjoy reading about the history behind the flower meanings.

The illustrations appear to be hand drawn and painted, possibly watercolors and with the background of the page and the graphics, it gives the impression of an old book with a certain rustic charm.

I was a bit disappointed that there was no history behind the individual flowers included.

Generally an interesting book and a good reference for those giving or receiving bouquets.

Diane Andersen’s Review: 5-Stars

A Steampunk Language of Flowers by Olivia Wylie

If you’ve ever wondered about how to design the perfect bouquet of flowers for a certain occasion or a special person in your life, look no further than this book. Forget those dry dusty botanical textbooks your garden-loving grandfather may have handed down to you. This one is a feast for the eyes with its delightful original illustrations that look like an illuminated edition from the 18th century, something one might find in a rare book room of a botanical garden research library or the English estate of a wealthy collector.

This book would make a great gift for anyone interested in botanicals or the history of flowers and the Victorian custom of sending messages via a carefully orchestrated bouquet. Do you want to convey your gratitude to someone special? Send them a bunch of bluebells or rather Hyacinthoides non-scripta, if you prefer knowing the scientific Latin term. Are you feeling a bit oppressed and want to send a clear message that says: “Let justice be done”? Then the perfect choice is a handful of black-eyed Susans, also known as rudbeckia, and not to be “rude” by any means, as some have mistaken the play on its name. Just be direct and to the point, which is precisely what Wylie has done in both her visual and verbal descriptions, some only taking up a mere paragraph to describe the history and purpose of each flower.

Wylie’s lushly illustrated book with pages that look like aged parchment almost feels as if you can smell the musty crackle of each leaf, even on the ebook. Although the paperback edition is a bit pricey at $25 it would still make a welcome gift for a favorite gardener, history buff or trivia fan. Although there isn’t much in the way of “steampunk” marked within the text, the old-fashioned charm and title make this the perfect accessory for any Steampunk LARPer on your list.

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New Release

I released my Spirit Key Book 1, Painted Girl on March 15th.  I’ve been making videos and ads, and today I’m going to tackle the embedded link so you can get a preview.  Free.

Painted Girl is the beginning of a whole new world, one filled with ancient spirits and love.  My writing captain, Bailie, has compared it to a paranormal YaYa Sisterhood.

My problem?  Figuring out exactly who to market it to.  (One of the first things I should have thought about—writing to market.)  I took my own road, and wrote to what speaks to me.  I should have made it romance, they are so easy to market, but Painted Girl doesn’t contain a happily ever after, it’s the beginning, the long road to love.  A love that sticks with the good and the bad.  One worth fighting for after RedHorse loses his arm, and can’t have children. Real life dilemmas with supernatural elements.

First, I have to tell you that I spent three hours yesterday making a video, one that turned out perfect… and guess whose internet decided to crap-out the second it was finished online?  Yep, mine.

Ugh.

Now, to the sample.  If you’ve read it, leave a review for me.  I’d love to hear your thoughts.

The Spirit Key Book 1, Painted Girl.

 

Radio Nowhere, Full review

 

Radio Nowhere by Lee Beard

Review of Radio Nowhere by Lee Beard, presented by Author RA Winter.

 

After 99.9% of the earth’s population – and apparently, all the adults – dies in just under a month, the remaining teens and children are left confused, scattered, and dangerously unsupervised. A tech-savvy latchkey kid, an abused arsonist, and a girl who slept through the apocalypse must battle the elements, wild animals, and roving bands of feral children in order to reach their refuge. Deep in Oklahoma lies the small college town of Nowhere; there, a mysterious old man broadcasts to them via the college radio station, beckoning them to safety.

 

 

 

 

Radio Nowhere is a sci-fi thriller about a very real threat of a Pandemic.

I’m really loving this story.  It’s very captivating and I’m rating it high as a must-read for those who love apocalyptic stories.  I read mine on my smartphone on a kindle app.

To me, the story moved me.  A Pandemic starts slowly, and we never know where or when it will hit. We follow different people and really get to know them.  Each one is touched differently by the events that are unfolding.

Really loving this one. There were a few small formatting issues, nothing too major, but like I said, I was reading it on my phone. I’m sure the author will fix any of those piddly formatting issues but it was still very readable on my smartphone.

The author wrote it in Omni and really pulled it off well.  It’s one of the best Omni pov that I’ve seen in a while and I’ve seen a few and threw them away.  This one is a keeper.

The events unfold in an alternate view by different MC’s and we see how their lives are touched and how they die during a short period.

This one ends on a cliff-hanger, and I’m looking forward to the rest.

Fast-paced, there is never a dull moment.  Truly one to have handy on a rainy afternoon.

Just loving it.  4.7 Stars!

I really must take a moment to apologize to the author for being late on my review.  Events snuck up on me, and I’m a day late, but boy, this one was worth the wait.

Biography

Lee Beard, author of Radio Nowhere, lives in the piney woods of East Texas with sibling, Carter, and their menagerie of pets. Lee spends much of the average day writing, and is currently working on the second novel in the “uplifting apocalyptic” Radio Series, Radio Static. When not writing, Lee enjoys reading short stories and comic books, as well as leatherworking and dabbling in as many hobbies as possible.

Review of Radio Nowhere by The Naked Reviewers

Sherry and Heather give it high marks.  I’m really loving this story.  It’s very captivating and I’m rating it higher than those two.  I read mine on my phone on a kindle app. via Radio Nowhere by Lee Beard

To me, the story moved me.  A Pandemic, we follow different people and really get to know them.  Each one is touched differently by the events that are unfolding.

Really loving this one.  I’m sure the author will fix any of those piddly formatting issues but it was very readable on my smartphone.

The author wrote it in Omni and really pulled it off well.  It’s one of the best Omni pov that I’ve seen in a while.

Fast-paced, there is never a dull moment.  Truly one to finish on a rainy afternoon.

Just loving it.

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!

Of Flesh and Fire - Book I: Everything Will Burn by [Cross, Tuesday]Vampires, werewolves, and dragons… oh my!

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.  

 

 

 

Bowman’s Inn 2017 Autumn-Winter Anthology

Today, a very special Anthology hit Amazon which I am very proud to be a part of.  The Bowman’s Inn 2017 Autumn-Winter Anthology is live today.  Grab your copy today at http://amzn.to/2iNoigM

 

 

Werewolves, gods, goddesses and the Fates are back!!

The weather may have cooled, but it’s always heating up at The Bowman’s Inn!

This is the final volume from The Bowman’s Collective, but our authors will still be visiting Anteros on their own from time to time.

This is my second go at an anthology short story.  In this anthology, I retrieved two favorite characters and put them in a hilarious situation with steamy consequences.   Han and Ann are back, and at some point, they will have their own novel.

There are some lovely authors snuggled into this book.  I consider every one of them dear friends.  I would like to point out, K. C. Freeman,‎ E.D. Vaughn,‎ Roxanna Haley and  D.L. Hungerford.  Each of them is wonderful.

K.C. and I have been writing together for a while now.  Through a collection of six books, a novella, and two short stories.  Now, we are working on more.  K.C. is fabulous and you’ll love her debut story in the Bowman’s Inn. She’s been a true friend and keeps me on track with my writing.  She’s completed three books which will be published soon, and I hope she will allow me to showcase them on here.  Before writing under her name, she ghostwrote for other authors. Check out her writing style and see if you can guess who it was, because I can’t, and she won’t tell.  (I’ve tried, believe me, I’ve tried.)

E.D. Vaughn is great.  She’s the werewolf among us, the shapeshifting writer who keeps us entertained over many volumes of the Bowman’s Inn.  You can often catch us together on Facebook, having some fun together.  Her stories will keep you entertained and needing more. This book wraps up the series for the werewolves and the ending is fabulous.

I’d also like to thank D. L. Hungerford and Roxanna Haley for their wonderful looks at romance in each novel and for the chance to write for them.  D. L. is a romance writer extraordinaire who mentors lots of new writers.  You can catch her on Scribophile.com or on Facebook.

Above all, pick up the new copy and leave your comments.  I’d love to hear them.

 

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