Monday, September 13, 2021

Origen: True Story of Evil by Peter J. Perry and Kathleen Elizabeth Sumpton


Buckle up for this wild ride that is a true story and based on a screenplay. Read an excerpt from Origen: True Story of Evil and then a guest post by Peter Perry about his journey to becoming a writer. Follow the tour for even more and leave your questions and comments along the way. Best of luck entering the giveaway!

Have you ever come face to face with the devil? In a tapestry of sports, business, and dating, there is an evil presence that is not quite visible to anyone: The Bedroom Strangler. A serial killer that scales fifteen storey buildings, enters through the balcony, and stealthily slithers under the bedroom bed, with the sole intent of raping and murdering innocent women in their sleep. He has been classified as the worst serial killer in Ontario history and Canada's most dangerous criminal ever, operating at the height of London's 40 year serial killer period, from 1974 - 1978.

The Bedroom Strangler is a member of a gym. It is the same gym the protagonist managed during the 1970's. Members of the gym trained and worked out together, never knowing their friend's true nature. In fact, Mike even introduced the killer to a female member friend at a gym party, a woman who lived in the same building as the murderer; a woman who would become his last victim. As a result of unprecedented tactics by police, Mike ends up becoming part of the investigation—but will he be able to stop this evil predator? It took 40 years to write this story and it's important to remember that this story is being told by someone who was there.

Origen: A True Story of Evil truly began when Mike's real-life persona, Peter J. Perry, was just 17 years old. At the time, he was just a student of St. Mary's College in Sault St. Marie who would carry out heated discussions with a priest, Father Lawlor, about the existence of the devil. Father Lawlor tells him that one day he might meet someone so evil, he will surely know the devil exists, and maybe he will do some good by it. And we will. Part of the proceeds of this novel are being contributed to good causes to respect both the victims and Father Lawlor.

The novel's title reflects a belief about the dynamic forms of energy as Origen believed that demons can take human form and humans can also be demonized. What follows is inspired by true events. All the names of characters have been changed and many of the events happened, although not all.

This painting of the gym scene, the dating scene, the underground fighting martial arts scene, the psychiatric scene, and Origen's beliefs may cause you to rethink the devil. If you dare to read the contents of this book, you can come to your own conclusion: Is there more to evil than what we think?

Based on an original screenplay by Peter Perry and Geoff Hart.

Property of the Origen Foundation Inc.

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He locks the door to his office and heads for the sauna. He sees Claire finishing her exercise class and waves at her. She waves back. As Mike walks past the window, Claire tunes in to a breaking news report on a television that is mounted above on the wall. Everyone in the class stops to watch the report, too.

Claire reads the tagline on the newsfeed detailing some kind of murder investigation.

“The victim was strangled in her bedroom with friends just outside her door. There appears to be evidence of indignity to the body and may be the work of a serial killer. Police are considering a link to previous cases where the death has been made to look accidental or natural. This is the first case where…”

Claire stops to pay closer attention, but the news switches to some other story. Claire quickly moves over to the television and starts switching channels to find more on the story she just heard. There is nothing. What is going on? She wonders. The class resumes in chit-chat, loud whispers, and long-faces.


Your journey to becoming a writer

Deciding to become a writer ... is a decision to pursue the perfect part time career. You are your own boss. You set your own hours. There's no commute. Your office is always just seconds away. There's little to no investment. You don't need to locate resources, file permits, or tie up collateral.

The only real resource required, is your imagination, and your personal experiences.

The downside of becoming a writer is that the learning curve required to do the job takes practice and a lot of trial and error. Unlike other part time jobs, there may be very little compensation until you master the craft. It's also difficult, much more difficult, than most people realize.

Writing utilizes a key muscle. The brain. Just like any muscle, the brain can improve with exercise. There are right ways and wrong ways to exercise. Just like with weight lifting, the most productive method, is short duration workouts on some kind of schedule. Write for two hours a day. Read for two hours a day. Once that becomes effortless, write for three hours a day. Your brain grows a little stronger each time you use it. Before long, the desire to go vacuum the living room every time you sit down to write, goes away. Soon all the distractions that cause speed bumps in your writing, simply vanish. It's the same with weight lifting. The one hundred pound bench press you couldn't accomplish when you first started, can now be done repeatedly, without much effort at all.

What if a writer is getting on in years and their imagination isn't what it used to be?

We all grow older. But as we age we undergo a tradeoff. Our imagination lessens but our experiences have grown exponentially. The messages you wished to convey may not have been clear in your twenties, but they're clear now. With experience comes wisdom. That's why I decided to write Origen. I needed to let others know about my experience, in the hopes that, perhaps, some good would come from it.

So if inclined to write, please invoke your imagination and share your experiences. The decision to do so may be the perfect, part time career that has been waiting for you.

Peter Perry

About the authors:

PETER J. PERRY’S athletic accomplishments include being an eight-time Canadian open powerlifting champion from 1976-1984. He won the North American powerlifting championship in 1979, and dedicated his trophy to the woman he promised he would dedicate it to in this novel, Jessica. Peter was also the U.S. deadlift champion in 1980, International Powerlifting Federation (IPF) World Open fifth place in 1982, World Masters level-one drug-free powerlifting champion in 1991, and three-time Canadian Masters Powerlifting champion in the years 1991, 1992 and 1993. Best gym lifts certified by the IPF judge are: squat at 750 lbs, bench press at 450 lbs and deadlift at 775 lbs at a body weight of 208 lbs. Knee wraps and squat suit plus a lifting belt were the only pieces of equipment used.

Peter founded Peter Perry Insurance Agency LTD in 1978 and is still the operating president. The company is a London-based insurance and investment brokerage specializing in RRSPs, tax-free savings accounts, segregated funds, tax shelters, RRIFs & LIFs, creditor proofing, annuities, educational savings plans, GICs, and Mortgage insurances. Being a certified and award-winning independent brokerage allows Peter to custom-tailor financial portfolios to suit the specific needs of the client and easily make amendments as one journeys through the various stages of their life. Peter’s acclaimed background in health and fitness as a drug-free world & Canadian powerlifting champion makes him particularly mindful of retirement, health and long-term planning and incorporating all aspects of life into the advice he provides his clients. Click here to learn more about Peter’s athletic accomplishments.

Some interesting facts about Peter are that he was born in Toronto but grew up in Sault Ste. Marie. He became a St. Mary’s Knight due to his academics and sports and is a graduate of St. Mary’s College in Sault Ste. Marie. He was the manager of Vic Tanny’s gym from 1974 to 1978 before launching his insurance company and beginning a new career path.

KATHLEEN ELIZABETH SUMPTON is an advocate for the arts and often works with languages. With a passion for culture and a focus on communications, she is an Author. Poet, and Communications Professional with a primary focus on writing. She has a working background in fourteen different languages.

Her five-year plan is to secure two master’s degrees in English and business, followed by a PhD in English, while running her freelance business.

Her 10-year goal is to publish novels and other works in the genre of satire in order to strengthen communications locally and globally by discussing the proper use of language and terminology.

Her work brings awareness to large societal issues such as the criminal justice system, substance abuse, and mental health, a variety of topics everyone else is too afraid to talk about.

As a representative for members of the community as well as for her own projects, Kathleen hopes to enrich her surroundings with both the beauty and power writing holds. It is now her personal mission in life to provide meaning and entice insight through literature. When she is not busy with her work, you can find Kathleen enjoying the outdoors or spending time with family. Favourite hobbies are working out and people-watching. She operates out of Southern Ontario.



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Thursday, September 9, 2021

Never Enough by Nancy Fraser


If you need a steamy beach escape, check out this excerpt from Never Enough by Nancy Fraser and then download your own copy! Be sure to follow the rest of the tour and let her know what you think along the way. Best of luck in the giveaway!

When Amanda Thorne arrives on San Bella Island, she’s tired and in bad need of a vacation. She’s just finished paying off her late husband’s many debts by selling their home and belongings. On her way to Dallas for a new job in a medical research lab, she’s taking one week to recoup before beginning her new life.

Nicholas Holloway is recovering from a 2-year stint undercover for the U.S. Marshal Service. Ordered to take a vacation to clear his head, he ends up on San Bella at the same time.

Will these two battle-scared souls find peace in the other’s arms? And, will they be able to walk away at the end of their one-week fling?

Caution: This book contains love scenes and language some may find offensive. Or hot!

Read an excerpt:
Diamond Key Resort, San Bella Island

Sunday Afternoon

Nicholas Holloway tapped his fingertips restlessly against the rich mahogany finish of the hotel’s reception desk. Drawing a breath and letting it out slowly, he calmed his jittery nerves and waited for the return of the young clerk. After a few more moments, she came forward, her gaze assessing him up and down.

“You’re in room 301, a corner king, Mr.... uh... Holloway.” Handing him his credit card and the electronic keycard, she told him, “You can take the main elevators to the left. Or, if you’d prefer, the stairs next to the patio entrance.”

He nodded, and asked, “Which way to the bar?”

She gave a quick tip of her head. “Just through those glass doors to the right.”

He took a few steps away from the desk, and then turned back. “Thank you.” Staring at her name tag, he added, “Melanie.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Holloway.”

Nick grabbed the worn canvas bag sitting at his feet and headed toward the stairs. The climb would do him good, burn off some of his residual energy, the adrenaline he’d not yet set aside.

‘Get out of here, Nick’, his boss had ordered. When he’d meant to argue about being sent away, Greg had added, ‘One week. Shrink’s orders. You’re lucky it wasn’t a month. Now f**kin’ go’.

And, so he’d gone. All the way to San Bella Island.

Nick let himself into the well-appointed king-size room and dropped his bag on the floor next to the bed. He’d unpack later. First, he needed a shower, something strong to drink, and a full day’s sleep.

Better yet, he needed a woman. A warm, willing piece of ass who didn’t want to talk afterward. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. What were the chances the prim and professional Melanie would be open to a tumble between the sheets?

Retrieving clean underwear and his toiletry case from the oversized duffle, he turned toward the bathroom. He’d barely cleared the doorway when he caught sight of himself in the large mirror above the vanity.

No wonder the front desk staff had given him the once over—more than once.

He braced his hands on the edge of the sink and leaned closer to his reflection. It wasn’t Nick Holloway he saw but, rather, Phil Thompson, the undercover persona he’d worn like a shield for the past two-plus years. Nick closed his eyes, wanting more than anything to shed his alter-ego and all the emotional baggage that went with it.

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Nancy has published over forty books in full-length, novella, and short format. When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.



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Wednesday, September 8, 2021

Blank: Madam Doesn't Like That


Welcome to the book tour for Blank: Madam Doesn't Like That by Zhanna Hamilton. Read an excerpt from this installment and find out how the author envisions this as a TV show. Follow the tour for even more and let the author know your thoughts along the way. Best of luck entering the giveaway!

The Blank Series blurb:
A former human turned military spy bot escapes the oppressive Solar Government, leaving behind a secret that turns order into chaos. Now, she’s being hunted.

Blurb for Blank: Madam Doesn't Like That (Short Story 4 of The Blank Series):
An unexpected visit from sex bots turns into a secret mission with deadly consequences.

Read an excerpt:
There, on the grey bricks of a side street building was a graffitied image of blue hair and red lips. The first image bots see when they contract the Code. A look cloned by thousands who swore they were the real Blank.

He went somewhere in his mind, searching for a memory of her. A happy one. They all seemed sad now.

Where are you?

He looked away from the wall--but he couldn’t escape her. The farther they went, the more propaganda popped up. Painted on windows. Wrapped around poles. Scribbled on sidewalks.


Zen met his eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Forget her,” she said. “You’re parallel lines now.”

He wanted to forget. To leave her behind as anonymous wall art.


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The Blank Series as a TV Show

For this guest post, let’s play pretend. Let’s imagine The Blank Series is in production to become a TV show. Below is a potential cast for this cyberpunk adventure, which can help you, the reader, imagine this story as your new favorite Netflix show to marathon.

Aura Swain (aka Blank)

It might come as no surprise that Scarlett Johansson would be asked to play Blank, the former human turned military spy bot who escapes the totalitarian Solar Government. Her looks inspired the cover illustrations of this character, and since she’s no stranger to science fiction roles--she’d be an impressive renegade spy bot. Cara Delevingne would be a close second as the fiery look in her eyes captures Swain’s rage.

Arlo Fuentes

William Levy would make a great Arlo. He’s got the body type and displays emotion well on-screen. Required qualities as Blank’s secret lover!


The actress who’d play this bot would need to convey a stoic, sensual and slightly intimidating vibe. Model Duckie Thot would be a great fit.


Razor is a bot that is very in touch with her wild side. The actress would need to be comfortable playing a provocative and uninhibited character. Either Emma Stone or Amanda Seyfried could pull this off and make it look fun.


Tez is another bot who leads with her sexuality and gravitates towards risqué behavior. Malu Trevejo would bring this character to life in an exciting way!

The Neon Twins (Nia and Nara)

These twin bots are thrill-seeking and innocently curious. Mikako Tabe and Erika Toda would portray a lively duo. Some CGI would be needed to make them look like actual twins.

Madam Siren Opia

Madam Opia, the Supreme Leader of the Solar Government, is a harsh ruler with ruthless tactics. She’d need to be portrayed by an actress who could tap into the darker side of human nature. Charlize Theron has already perfected this archetype throughout her career and would be a flawless fit.

Director and Producer

How about Cate Shortland as the director and Brian Grazer as the producer? I see it as a winning combination with infinite potential.

I hope as you follow along with The Blank Series on Wattpad, you can now imagine the characters in their cyberpunk world with ease. Or create your own cast. With an unlimited imaginary budget, why not?

About the author:
Zhanna Hamilton is a science fiction writer and the creator of The Blank Series. In May 2019, she released the first installment of the scifi series on Wattpad, “Blank: Begin Again,” which has been named in the top 100 list of femme fatale stories and chosen as an “Undiscovered Stories” Wattpad Pick on the independent storytelling platform--home to 90 million readers worldwide. Readers and future readers can follow Hamilton on Twitter at

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Tuesday, September 7, 2021

Photo Bombed by Daria White


This one is for fans of cozy mysteries! Check out an excerpt from Photo Bombed by Daria White before you download your own copy. Be sure to let her know what you think in the comments as you follow the tour. Best of luck entering the giveaway!

When a corpse crashes the party, Bianca is on the case.

Bianca Wallace is a work from home mom raising her teenage daughter as a single parent. She’s determined to stand on her own two feet in Edenville, Texas after her bitter divorce. When the town’s wedding of the year stars her friend as the bride, Bianca can’t wait to celebrate the nuptials. Neither she nor the guests expect a corpse! When the police suspect the bride, Bianca's determined to prove her friend’s innocence.

Lamar Sims, the new police detective in Edenville, is investigating the murder case. Bianca’s “interference” is not helping, but she won't stop when her friend's freedom is on the line. He makes it clear he wants her to let the police do their job, so she has to find ways around him.

No one in Edenville is safe until the killer is behind bars. Bianca won’t let Detective Sims dismiss her hunches. They may have to work together before another dead body shows up.

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“Bianca!” Nicole shrieked.

Bianca embraced her friend. “You look amazing!”

Nicole planted her hands on her slim hips. Her sundress flowed to her knees and flattered her waist. Long blonde hair, five seven, and flawless ivory skin. Her blue eyes shined. The woman could have been a model if she wanted to, but found her passion as a beauty blogger. “Thank you. Come on in.”

Looping her arm with hers, Bianca walked with Nicole to the kitchen after setting her gift on the designated table. When they entered the kitchen, Bianca spotted Judy.

“Bianca! Welcome.” Her red hair shined as always.

“Let me help you, Judy. I can’t just stand around and let you do all of this for me.” Nicole stood in front of a plate of ham and grabbed the butcher knife from Priscilla’s, Chad’s mother, kitchen set.

“Nicole.” Judy sighed. “You’re the bride. You should be mingling with your guests.”

“There will be plenty of time for that.” Nicole nudged her shoulder and sliced the meat onto a serving tray.

Bianca made herself comfortable on a bar stool. “Having fun so far? You seem more relaxed now.” That was a good sign.

Nicole beamed. “I am. I can’t believe the wedding is next weekend.” She exhaled. “I’m so nervous.”

“Not about marrying Chad, I hope,” Judy said as she tossed the salad.

“Can I help?” Bianca stood.

Judy pointed for her to sit down. “No, I won’t have the both of you helping. Nicole’s the bride so she can get away with it.”

Bianca returned to her seat and folded her hands in her lap. She figured Judy was in her zone so she wouldn’t offer again to help her in the kitchen. “Everything looks amazing.”

Judy touched a hand to Nicole’s shoulder. “I can’t tell you what it means to me that you asked us to cater your wedding. Thank you.”

Nicole smiled. “Are you kidding? I wouldn’t have anyone else cooking for me.”

Bianca’s heart warmed at the friendly exchange. With Nicole marrying into the high society Davis family, she could have chosen top-notch caterers to serve her reception meal. Yet, she’d chosen Edenville’s best. There was no one better than Judy, who could cook and bake along with her husband, Richard.

“I do have a question for you my friend.” Nicole directed her attention to Bianca.

“What?” Bianca asked.

“I think you could get along with at least one of Chad’s—”

Bianca held up a hand to stop her. “Before you start setting me up with all of the groomsmen, I’ll pass.”

“Oh, Bianca. Really?” Nicole huffed.

“I’ll let you know if I change my mind.” Bianca winked at her.

Nicole paused in her slicing of the ham when her phone rang in her dress pocket. She stared at the screen but didn’t answer.

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Read an exclusive excerpt from Temple of the Exploding Head Omnibus by Ren Garcia

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Welcome to the book tour for The Temple of the Exploding Head Omnibus by Ren Garcia. This one is for fans of science fiction and fantasy. I have an exclusive excerpt for you to enjoy today before you download your copy. Be sure to also follow the tour using the link above. Best of luck entering the givaway!

The Temple of the Exploding Head Omnibus
(League of Elder)
By Ren Garcia
Science Fiction, Fantasy
Paperback & ebook, 1413 Pages
April 19, 2018 by Hydra Publishing

Three books in one:
The Dead Held Hands
The Machine
The Temple of the Exploding Head

Starfarers and explorers, the League settled on Kana thousands of years ago. They found it to be a paradise, a perfect, virtually uninhabited planet waiting just for them in the cradle of space.
Lovely Kana … it was too good to be true …

But, all was not as it seemed. Simmering beneath the ground was a demented god who had soaked Kana in blood for untold ages, luring in victims, lying to them, and rejoicing in their suffering as they died at the hands of his dark angels.

And there will be blood again … From his Temple in the ground, the Horned God stirs.

When Lord Kabyl of Blanchefort, a young man troubled by the weight of the world, dares give his heart to a girl from a mysterious ancient household, one that pre-dates the League itself, he comes to know the shadows of the past that hover over her.

He comes to know of the Horned God, and for love he is destined to face him. All roads lead to the Temple of the Exploding Head, a place of evil and death, rooted in the ancient past, but also tied to the distant future.

“We were evil once,” she said, “and the gods are still punishing us…”

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Prologue (From: The Machine)

Time awash and strange.

She had risen from her bed after a night of bad dreams: nightmares, halofluges the Vith called them. She couldn’t remember them much, only that they’d been terrible, she was sure. Halofluges were like that—terrifying even though you really couldn’t remember what frightened you so. She had a slight memory of a knife in her hand, and blood. She remembered blood.

And bugs too. There were so many bugs.

Feeling a bit shaky, she’d gone down to have breakfast in the hall and begin her day. A good breakfast would help rid her of the horrid taint her dreams had left behind. After breakfast she’d go flying; flying always remedied anything that troubled her.

There was her brother, lying on the stones near the Grove gate as she arrived in the hall, an expanding pool of blood forming around him. She stood there staring at him. Her older sister, blue-haired and elegant, pushed past her and went to him, screaming his name, pulling him up, getting blood all over her white gown. Staff members rushing about. Her parents. The confusion.

“Hospitaler!” they cried. “Fetch a Hospitaler!”

And she just stood there and watched, numb. The halofluge returned to her fresh and whole.

The knife in her hand, the blood ...

She had flown away in her fast little Ripcar as the family gathered in her brother’s room to watch him die. She did not go to his room with the others. Instead she flew away, soaring high, looking for peace in the clouds. She loved to fly and she had rare talent, just like her father.

She found a mountainous spot, out of the way, uninhabited, unseen by any save the random mountaineer. She pushed the nose of her Ripcar over, picking up speed, heading for the ground fast. A screaming, bucking power dive under full control; she was going to dash herself into the rocky valley between the mountains. Her family was to lose two children today: her brother, and herself, both by her hand.

For she had killed her brother ... The halofluge.

She hit the boost. The diving Ripcar pushed through the sound barrier in a flash of condensation, the mountains below coming up at fierce speed. She held the sticks in her tiny hands, perfect control, not flinching, not afraid in the least, eager for it all to be over.

The dream had been real. She held the knife that killed her brother.

The mountains, the speeding Ripcar nose down at an acute angle, the trembling sticks.

She shouted her brother’s name in last few moments as the rocky face of the mountain came up.

“My lady?” came a soft voice. “My lady, wake up.”

She opened her eyes and she was back in her bedroom in Drella Tower, the stuffed animals, and paintings of her father’s starship, the New Faith hanging on the walls, her four-poster bed draped with white veils. It was unmistakable.

What had happened? Was she dead? Was she now to become a ghost haunting her bedroom for the rest of eternity?

Would she be a good ghost, tickling those sleeping in her bed and lightly pulling their hair, or would she be a vengeful demon crawling into bed with them and troubling their dreams, giving them halofluges like she had had?

“You’re not dead,” came the voice. “Just in case you were wondering, you’re not dead.”

She sat up. Bright sunshine, cheery through the veils. She wanted to know what happened.

“I saved you.”

She was confused.

“I’ve made it a habit of saving you Blancheforts lately. I’ll ask you the same question I once asked your brother: why did you try to kill yourself just now?” the voice asked.

She answered: blunt, the whole truth, nothing held back, the macabre details rolling out.

Halofluge. The knife in her hand.

“You think you killed your brother?”

She nodded her head. The voice didn’t answer right away. She had a thought, a hope, that it would comfort and reassure her. “Of course you didn’t do it ...” she hoped it would say. “It was just a dream, kid ...”

Then the voice spoke. “Well, even though you’re just a little girl—I remember when you were just a newborn baby in your mother’s arms—just look at all that red hair—you’re a Vith, and you’re strong too like your mother and father. I feel I can level with you. You did attack your brother, kid.”

She sat there on her bed and was devastated. Why? Why didn’t the voice just let her die in the mountains?

“... and you didn’t do it, either. It was you, but it wasn’t you. Understand?”

She didn’t understand.

“Go to your mirror and take a look. Go on.”

She slid off her bed, pushed through the veils and went to her mirror, gilded and full-length. The reflection in the mirror was monstrous: tall, bent, bleeding, wearing a golden mask covering the top part of what was left of her face and her red hair twisted up into a filthy beehive.

And, her eyes—lusty, diabolical, demented ... pure, restless evil.

The reflection in the mirror didn’t look much like herself, but it was her no doubt about it. The stance was right, the turn of the head, the rise of the chin and so on. And, since it was her all the energy that she normally put into things that she loved, like flying and attending to her studies and learning Vith history, this demented version of herself would no doubt apply the same zeal to deviltry and mayhem and unspeakable crimes.

… her dying brother.

She wanted to put her hand to her mouth and scream, turn away and run, yet she forced herself to stand tall and appear outwardly impassive. She was only sixteen years old and just a child, but she was a Vith from a strong House. She was taught from an early age to be fearless, to face such things without pause or hesitation. Her father would not shrink from such a sight and nor would she.

“There are bad folk about, my lady, and this is what they do. They are the masters of the Horned God’s temple and they are able to use its power to move back and forth through time. Moving through time is like a nice ride in the country for them. They will take you as an adult, many years from now, and, using methods that I will not tell, turn you into what you see here. They will fill your head with travesties and keep you in an evil dream, and you will joyfully do things you’d otherwise never do—like harm your brother, and his beloved. This future version of you is the servant of the Horned God and his time-travelling angels, and she is evil through and through.”

She put her hands to her face. She tried to be strong, but she was overcome.

She couldn’t look anymore and fell to her knees. She wanted to die.

Why didn’t you just let me die?

Something came to her side and nudged her. Something small and silvery.

“Because, if I had done that you’d spend eternity in the Gallery of the Dead feeling nothing but regret. This is a moment to be strong, my lady, not to give in. Your brother right now is fighting for his life. Lady Sammidoran, at this very moment, is being pursued, by the monstrous future version of you. They need our help. Together, we can beat the Horned God and his angels. We can end this.”

We can?

“Yes. You, of all people, can be of great help. Can I count on you?”

Yes, of course, she’d do anything.

But first, she needed a moment, to be weak, to be a frightened little girl.

The silvery creature next to her was tiny, no bigger than a small dog; whiskers, flippers, smoothed-domed forehead, bright, inquisitive eyes.

“It’s all right, Lady Hathaline,” Carahil said. “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. You can cry if you want, and I won’t tell. I promise.”

She embraced Carahil and held onto him for a long time, weeping into his smooth neck; weeping for her brother, and for Sam, and for herself.

The little silver god had come again when he was needed most.

Time. He had nothing but time for her.


About the Author

Ren Garcia is a Science Fiction/Fantasy author and Texas native who grew up in western Ohio. He has been writing since before he could write, often scribbling alien lingo on any available wall or floor with assorted crayons. He attended The Ohio State University and majored in English Literature. Ren has been an avid lover of anything surreal since childhood, he also has a passion for caving, urban archeology and architecture.

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Saturday, September 4, 2021

Read an excerpt from The Book of Uriel by Elyse Hoffman

We are thrilled to share The Book of Uriel by Elyse Hoffman with you today with this great excerpt.

The Book of Uriel is a Historical Fantasy set in WWII Poland and is available now!


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Book Description:

In the fires of World War II, a child must save his people from darkness…

Ten-year-old Uriel has always been an outcast. Born mute in a Jewish village known for its choir, he escapes into old stories of his people, stories of angels and monsters. But when the fires of the Holocaust consume his village, he learns that the stories he writes in his golden notebook are terrifyingly real. In the aftermath of the attack, Uriel is taken in by Uwe, a kind-hearted linguist forced to work for the commander of the local Nazi Police, the affably brutal Major Brandt. Uwe wants to keep Uriel safe, but Uriel can’t stay hidden. The angels of his tales have come to him with a dire message: Michael, guardian angel of the Jewish people, is missing. Without their angel, the Jewish people are doomed, and Michael’s angelic brethren cannot search for him in the lands corrupted by Nazi evil. With the lives of millions at stake, Uriel must find Michael and free him from the clutches of the Angel of Death...even if that means putting Uwe in mortal danger. The Book of Uriel is a heartbreaking blend of historical fiction and Jewish folklore that will enthrall fans of The Book Thief and The World That We Knew.  


“An otherworldly tale with indelible characters in a realistic wartime setting. Hoffman’s novel sublimely fuses world history and Jewish folklore.”---Kirkus Reviews

2021 International Book Awards Award-Winning Finalist in the Historical Fiction Category.




Uriel wished he could scream.

Normally, he could. A scream was one of the few noises that ever emerged from the boy’s lips. No words ever escaped, but he could summon a scream.

Yet his lungs couldn’t gather enough air to produce a cry. They struggled to supply enough oxygen to keep the child awake. Smoke invaded his throat and clawed at his lungs. Although screams pierced the air from every angle, he couldn’t add his own to the din.

He still felt the pressure of mother’s fingers locked around his hand, even though she was gone. Uriel’s golden eyes darted to and fro, searching for her face. His fingers twitched as her warmth faded. He strained his ears, trying to hear her call to him, but her voice did not rise above the ruckus.

Mama! Uriel thought, his tears allying with the smoke and assaulting his eyes. He wanted to cry out for her. Perhaps if she heard him, she would find him, and they could get to safety. But his voice had never worked before, and though he opened his mouth to call out, all he could do was pant and cough.

Gunshots rang out. The fleeing villagers clung to their families and their few precious possessions, shoving one another out of the way as they tried to escape the flames enveloping the little town and the murderous mob cutting down the Jews. Young and old, women and men, little children and babies were thrown to the ground, beaten with clubs, shot, stabbed, and slaughtered. Their blood mingled with the warm ash coating the cobblestones.

Uriel stood in the midst of the mayhem, still as a statue, alone. His right hand yearned for his mother, while his left clutched the one possession he had snatched before fleeing his house. His little golden notebook. Small enough to fit in his pocket and filled with stories he couldn’t leave to burn.

Although the villagers would normally never leave a small child alone in the street, concern for their own lives and the lives of their families caused them to stampede. Uriel was pushed against a brick wall, and his golden notebook flew from his hand. He gasped, inhaling an army of ash. The boy desperately tried to crawl to his notebook. Boots and shoes stomped on the cherished book, but Uriel reached it. He grabbed the notebook and held it to his chest, shielding it with his body.

The child was trampled and kicked. His lungs began losing to the smoke and ash entering through his nostrils and silent lips. He felt as though his insides were on fire, as though every bone in his body was about to shatter.

When darkness finally took him, all he felt was gratitude.


Elyse Hoffman is an award-winning author who strives to tell historical tales with new twists. She loves to meld WWII and Jewish history with fantasy, folklore, and the paranormal. She has written six works of Holocaust historical fiction: the five books of The Barracks of the Holocaust and The Book of Uriel. If you love history and want to read some completely unique stories, follow Elyse at


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Thursday, September 2, 2021

Review of Never Say Chai (Tea and Tarot #4) by Kirsten Weiss


Welcome to the book blast tour for Never Say Chai by Kirsten Weiss! You can always count on her to bring some of the quirkiest characters and situations you have ever read to her cozy mysteries. I have an excerpt for you to enjoy, plus further thoughts on the story. Be sure to let her know what you think in the comments section as you follow the tour. And as always, best of luck entering the giveaway!

It’s Halloween season in small town San Borromeo, and Abigail and Hyperion are determined to make Beanblossom’s Tea & Tarot spooktacular. But when Hyperion’s boyfriend, Detective Tony Chase, is arrested at Beanblossom’s for murder, the duo is certain someone’s playing a nasty trick. And when the official investigation turns into a witch hunt, the stakes to unearth the truth are raised…

But a clever killer has plans to squash their investigation… and the two amateur detectives. If they don’t solve this puzzle—and fast—it will be out of the cauldron and into the fire for them both.

Never Say Chai is the fourth book in the Tea and Tarot cozy mystery series. A fast-paced and funny cozy mystery, packed with quirky characters, pets, and murder! Perfect for fans of Jana DeLeon, Janet Evanovich, and Donna Andrews. Buy the book and start this hilarious caper!

Tearoom recipes in the back of the book!

Read an excerpt:
There are some things that should go without saying. For example, don’t leave a coffin in your business partner’s driveway. It’s just not done.

But there was a coffin in my driveway. And it had wheels. I looked from the black coffin to the yellow bungalow. Yep, it was my house. Just above the peaked roofline, fog blurred a watery sun.

“Do you have any idea why there’s a coffin in my driveway?” Because there was really only one person who would put one there. I tore my gaze from the wooden coffin to Hyperion. “And why is it on wheels?”

He shifted his weight. “Didn’t I mention the coffin race?”


“Why’d you think I had a t-shirt cannon?”

“I still have no idea why you’ve got one.”

“For the coffin race.” He patted the coffin’s hood.

I waited.

“I entered Beanblossom’s in the race,” he said patiently. “We’re going as the Death card. I’ve got a scythe and everything.”

“A scythe at high speeds. What could go wrong?”

“It’ll be like in one of those Italian medieval morality parades. Did you know those parades most likely spawned the Tarot’s major arcana cards?”

“Oh, boy.”

“Or was it the Renaissance?” He shook his head. “They were in Italy. I know that much.”

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**My thoughts**
"Do you have any idea why there's a coffin in my driveway?...And why is it on wheels?"

Only in a Kirsten Weiss cozy mystery are you going to have such questions asked. This fourth installment in the Tea and Tarot series brings back beloved quirky characters and zany situations that keep you completely glued to the Kindle screen while you're reading. I loved being back at the tea room and seeing how they were going to prove that Hyperion's boyfriend Tony, a policeman, was being framed for murder. And I dare you to read this without cracking a few smiles, and maybe a few fun eye rolls.  

It may be the fourth book in the series, but what I like is that you can dive into this series and read this one as a standalone. Though I will tell you that you're going to want to go back and read the others for fun. Now that Halloween is in the air, though, this is a great time to read this one.

Bonus points for recipes in the back of the book! I am loving this new trend in books.

Thank you to the author and Goddess Fish for the requested review copy. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

About Kirsten Weiss

Amazon bestselling author Kirsten Weiss writes laugh-out-loud, page-turning mysteries. Her heroines aren’t perfect, but they’re smart, they struggle, and they succeed. Kirsten writes in a house high on a hill in the Colorado woods and occasionally ventures out for wine and chocolate. Or for a visit to the local pie shop. Kirsten is best known for her Wits’ End, Perfectly Proper Paranormal Museum, and Tea & Tarot cozy mystery books. So if you like funny, action-packed mysteries with complicated heroines, just turn the page…




Instagram: @KirstenWeissAuthor


Kirsten Weiss will be awarding a $10 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

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