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Saturday, May 16, 2026

Tour Stop & Giveaway: The Carnelion Throne

 


Estri was a daughter of light;

Chayin, a son of darkness;

Sereth, the son of all flesh.

Are they the three foretold who will make the truth of prophecy?

Guest Post with Janet Morris

Sadly, Janet Morris died in August 2024.  Perseid Press was her lifelong dream to be able to publish special editions of her own work as well as foster the efforts of new writers struggling to see their first works in print.  Perseid’s Heroes in Hell series is just that ‘proving ground’ for new storytellers and we hope they have found their way to larger audiences and fulfilling writing careers.  Although she’s gone, she left thousands of pages of exploration of people and places that could exist only in her spirited approach to storytelling.  That said, we at Perseid will continue to be the wellspring of all things Janet and want you to read the answers she wrote to the following questions before she departed: 

What is something unique/quirky about you? I breed Morgan horses. I consult with Morgan breeders to help them choose breeding combinations to achieve a desired result.

I am also a song writer; I play bass guitar with my husband Chris who sings and plays guitar. We have an album on MCA records. Look for Christopher Crosby Morris on Soundcloud or N1M.com 

Can you, for those who don't know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author? I wrote my first novel, High Couch of Silistra in 1975; a friend sent it to an agent who chose to represent me; I had already written the second book in the Silistra Quartet and my agent told me not to disclose that until they finalized the contract for the first one. When the publisher learned of the others, Bantam Books bought the succeeding three. When the fourth book was published, the series already had four million copies in print. Suddenly I was a novelist specializing in environmental, gender, historical and political subjects. In the process, Chris became my editor and ultimately a co-writer. Since then, we have co-authored many books. 

Who is your hero and why? Heraclitus of Ephesus, a pre-socratic philosopher, whose Cosmic Fragments foreshadow our knowledge of reality and how to perceive it. Among his precepts is the statement that change alone is unchanging. I’ve worked Heraclitus’ fragments in here and there throughout our books. 

Which of your novels can you imagine being made into a movie? All of them. I write cinematically, our books are vivid adventures I undertake without knowing the destination.  I, the Sun, The Sacred Band, and Outpassage are particularly suited to film. The Threshold Series is a feast of opportunities for today’s special effects creators.

What inspired you, to write The Carnelian Throne? The Silistra series was a unique departure for me and it included issues of women’s rights in the 70’s before Handmaid’s Tale. 

Convince us why you feel The Carnelian Throne is a must read.The Carnelian Throne is the final book in the Silistra series. It gave Janet a chance to talk about her intense interest in environmental issues. True to her nature, Janet tackled this by taking us to a place where environmental concerns had gone off the deep end, where civilization was trying to uncivilized itself and become more animal-like at the expense of rational governance. Although extreme at times, The Carnelian Throne chips away at popular notions on both sides of the issue. 

Who designed your book covers? Most of my covers, including The Carnelian Throne, are realized by Roy Mauritsen, a gifted graphic artist. 

Advice to writers? Janet’s advice to writers:

“As for advice to writers, here is all I know: write the story you want to read. Start at the beginning, go to the end, and stop. Seriously. From start to finish you must inhabit the construct in a manner that makes the reader choose to continue; if I, as the writer, can’t feel what it’s like being there, my readers can’t either. So close your eyes, look at your feet where they are standing on the story’s ground; tell me what you see. Tell me what you hear. Ask at the end of each paragraph ‘what happens next?’. If you lose touch with it, wait until you’re back inside it. Tell the story that comes to you, and from you, to me.”

The Carnelian Throne

The Silistra Quartet Book 4

by Janet Morris

Genre: Dystopian Epic SciFi Fantasy Romance



***** "Engrossing characters in a marvelous adventure." -- C. Brown, Locus Magazine

***** "The amazing and exotic adventures of the most beautiful courtesan in tomorrow's universe." -- Frederik Pohl

***** "The best single example of prostitution used in fantasy is in Janet Morris' Silistra series: High Couch of Silistra (originally entitled Returning Creation), The Golden Sword, Wind from the Abyss, and The Carnelian Throne." -- Anne K. Kaler, "The Picara: From Hera to Fantasy Heroine."

"[...] today I thought I'd look at one of the most successful fantasy debuts of all time, a series that became a huge international hit with its first release, launching the career of one of the most prolific fantasy writers of the late 20th Century: Janet Morris' The Silistra Quartet.

"The Silistra Quartet began with Janet's first novel, High Couch of Silistra [...] from Bantam Books in 1977 [, ] the far-future tale of the colony planet of Silistra, still recovering from an ancient war that left the planet scarred and much of the population infertile. With a dangerously low birth-rate, it's not long before the human colonists of Silistra develop a new social order, with a hierarchy based on fertility and sexual prowess.
-- John O'Neill in Black Gate Adventures in Fantasy Literature

 

Estri was a god, and the daughter of light.
Chayin was a god, and the son of darkness.
Sereth was hase-enor, the son of all flesh.
Lovers and friends, could they be the prophesied three
who would wield the Sword of Severance, Se’Keroth,
and bring light out of dark?

“One from the east, born of ease and destined,
“One from north of south, divine, exempt of question;
the third from out the west,
Astride a tide of death,” quoted Chayin. He was not
smiling. It is a long epic. All has been foreseen. We
all know that tale’s end.”
— Estri Hadrath diet Estrazi, in “Wind from the Abyss.”

 

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“Gate!” he bellowed over the storm, his dripping lips at my ear. The deluge had made us sparing of words. Under leathers soaked to thrice their weight, I shivered in spasms. Arms clutched to my sides, I stared into the rain. The driven sheets slashed me for my audacity. Lightning flared, illuminating the riverbank white. A moment later, the bright noise cracked through my head. The hillock trembled.

Over the gate danced the lightning. Its crackling fingers quested down thick-crossed slabs of iron, seared flesh. Emblazoned as they tumbled were those six-legged amphibians, their streamered tails lashing, scaled, fangful heads thrown back in dismay. I saw their afterimage: beryl and cinnabar, aglow upon the storm. Then their charred remains splashed into oblivion, spun away on the fast current.

“Down!” One man shouted, the other shoved me, and as I staggered to kneel in the sedges, the god that washed this land shook it, grumbling. I crouched on my hands and knees on the bucking sod, between them. Little protection could they offer up against shaking earth and searing sky, not even for themselves, without divorcing themselves from the reality they had come here to explore. And that they would not do.








Wind From the Abyss

The Silistra Quartet Book 3


Dystopia. Fantasy. Science fiction. Allegory. Political.

 

Wind from the Abyss is the third volume in Janet Morris' classic Silistra Quartet, continuing one woman's quest for self-realization in a distant tomorrow.

Aristocrat. Outcast. Picara. Slave. Ruler .... She is descended from the masters of the universe. To hold her he challenges the gods themselves.

 

Praise for Janet Morris' Silistra Quartet:

"The amazing and erotic adventures of the most beautiful courtesan in tomorrow's universe." -- Fred Pohl

"Engrossing characters in a marvelous adventure." -- Charles N. Brown, Locus Magazine.

"The best single example of prostitution used in fantasy is Janet Morris' Silistra series." -- Anne K. Kahler, The Picara: From Hera to Fantasy Heroine.

 

This Perseid Press Author's Cut Edition is revised and expanded by the author and presented in a format designed to enhance your reading experience with larger, easy-to-read print, more generous margins, and covers designed for these premium editions.

 

Wind from the Abyss starts with this . . .

 

"Since, at the beginning of this tale, I did not recollect myself nor retain even the slightest glimmer of such understanding as would have led me to an awareness of the significance of the various occurrences that transpired at the Lake of Horns, I am adding this preface, though it was no part of my initial conception, that the meaningfulness of the events described by "Khys' Estri" (as I have come to think of the shadow-self I was while the dharen held my skills and memory in abeyance) not be withheld from you as they were from me. I knew myself not: I was Estri because the girl Carth supposedly found wandering in the forest stripped of comprehension and identity chose that name. There, perhaps, lies the greatest irony of all, that I named myself anew after Estri Hadrath diet Estrazi, who in reality I had once been. And perhaps it is not irony at all, but an expression of Khys' humor, an implicit dissertation by him who structured my experiences, my very thoughts, for nearly two years, until his audacity drove him to bring together once more Sereth crill Tyris, past-Slayer, then the outlawed Ebvrasea, then arrar to the dharen himself; Chayin rendi Inekte, cahndor of Nemar, co-cahndor of the Taken Lands, chosen son of Tar-Kesa, and at that time Khys' puppet-vassal; and myself, former Well-Keepress, tiask of Nemar, and lastly becoming the chaldless outlaw who had come to judgment and endured ongoing retribution at the dharen's hands. To test his hesting, his power over owkahen, the time-coming-to-be, did Khys put us together, all three, in his Day-Keeper's city -- and from that moment onward, the Weathers of Life became fixed: siphoned into a singular future; sealed tight as a dead god in his mausoleum, whose every move brought him closer to the sum total, obliteration. So did the dharen Khys bespeak it, himself. . ."

  

“Morris, so good at giving us characters we can identify with, characters we can love and hate, strikes at the very heart of the human condition and the duality of humanity — both good and evil. Her prose is lean and spot-on, every word carefully chosen to enhance the milieu of her imaginary world and advance the plot, giving us access to the thoughts, emotions and machinations of the people whose stories she is presenting to us. Once again, she gives us a “thinking man’s” science fiction/fantasy that explores the nature of power and sexuality, and how they can be used, misused and abused. This is a brilliant, mature and very adult novel that will not only leave you thinking about your own place in the universe, but questioning the very nature of existence.” – Goodreads reviewer

 

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The Golden Sword

The Silistra Quartet Book 2


Dystopia. Biology shapes reality. The further adventures of the most beautiful courtesan in the galaxies of tomorrow.

She had the power to create planets. The sixty carved bones of the Yris-tera foretold her ancient fate. Her heritage of power took her beyond time and space and stole from her the one man she loved.

Enslaved on the planet Silistra, tomorrow's most beautiful courtesan unleashes the powers of the gods.

 

What readers are saying:

 

“Pure excellence…. A heroic quest of the highest calibre.” - Goodreads

 

“This is a book which makes one’s blood sing and one’s mind ponder. I loved the first in the series and enjoyed this as much, perhaps more. The ending leaves the reader desperate to know what happens to Estri next – courtesan, slave, warrior, lover, rebel. What is next for our heroine?” – Goodreads

 

“Call it what you like: science fiction, space opera, sword and planet or erotic fantasy . . . The Golden Sword is all these things, and so much more. A highly intelligent and sensual novel filled with ideas and revelations, this is a gripping story that explores human sexuality and the role it plays in politics. Although the memorable characters are bisexual, toss away all your preconceived notions, for there is a humanity, a strength of will and determination, a realism and depth of emotion to these characters that will have you thinking twice about all you know and all you think you know. This is a book for mature and discerning readers who like some meat on the bones of the books they read. Janet Morris led the way for all the science fiction authors, both male and female, who came after. “ – Joe Bonadonna, Goodreads

 

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High Couch of Silistra

The Silistra Quartet Book 1



Biology shapes reality...

One woman's mythic search for self-realization in a distant tomorrow...

Her sensuality was at the core of her world, her quest beyond the civilized stars.

Aristocrat. Outcast. Picara. Slave. Ruler.



"Engrossing characters in a marvelous adventure." - Charles N. Brown, Locus Magazine



"The amazing and erotic adventures of the most beautiful courtesan in tomorrow's universe" - Frederik Pohl



"The best single example of prostitution used in fantasy is Janet Morris' Silistra series... Estri's character is most like that of Ishtar who describes herself as "'a prostitute compassionate am I'" because she "symbolizes the creative submission to the demands of instinct, to the chaos of nature ...the free woman, as opposed to the domesticated woman". Linking Estri with these lunar and water symbols is not difficult because of the moon's eternal virginity (the strength of integrity) links with her changeability (the prostitute's switching of lovers). [...]

Morris strengthens the moon imagery by having Estri as a well-keepress because wells, fountains, and the moon as the orb which controls water have long been associated with fertility, [...] In a sense, she is like the moon because she is apparently eternal, never waxing or waning except in her pursuit of the quest; she is the prototypical wanderer like the moon and Ishtar. She is the eternal night symbol of the moon in opposition to the Day-Keepers [...]

 At her majority (her three hundredth birthday), she is given a silver-cubed hologram letter from her mother, containing a videotape of her conception by the savage bronzed barbarian god from another world. [...] If Estri's mother then acts as a bawd, willing her lineage as Well-Keepress to her daughter, then Estri's great-grandmother Astria as foundress of the Well becomes a further mother-bawd figure when she offers her prophetic advice in her letter: "Guard Astria for you may lose it, and more. Beware of one who is not as he seems. Stray not in the port city of Baniev ...look well about you, for your father's daughter's brother seeks you". Having no brother that she knows of does not stay Estri from undertaking the heroic quest of finding her father."

 - Anne K. Kaler, The Picara: From Hera to Fantasy Heroine

 

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Best selling author Janet Morris began writing in 1976 and published more than 30 novels, many co-authored with her husband Chris Morris or others. She contributed short fiction to the shared universe fantasy series Thieves World, in which she created the Sacred Band of Stepsons, a mythical unit of ancient fighters modeled on the Sacred Band of Thebes. She created, orchestrated, and edited the Bangsian fantasy series Heroes in Hell, writing stories for the series as well as co-writing the related novel, The Little Helliad, with Chris Morris. She wrote the bestselling Silistra Quartet in the 1970s, including High Couch of Silistra, The Golden Sword, Wind from the Abyss, and The Carnelian Throne. This quartet had more than four million copies in Bantam print alone, and was translated into German, French, Italian, Russian and other languages. In the 1980s, Baen Books released a second edition of this landmark series. The third edition is the Author's Cut edition, newly revised by the author for Perseid Press. Most of her fiction work has been in the fantasy and science fiction genres, although she has also written historical and other novels. Morris has written, contributed to, or edited several book-length works of non-fiction, as well as papers and articles on nonlethal weapons, developmental military technology and other defense and national security topics.

Janet said: 'People often ask what book to read first. I recommend "I, the Sun" if you like ancient history; "The Sacred Band," a novel, if you like heroic fantasy; "Lawyers in Hell" if you like historical fantasy set in hell; "Outpassage" if you like hard science fiction; "High Couch of Silistra" if you like far-future dystopian or philosophical novels. I am most enthusiastic about the definitive Perseid Press Author's Cut editions, which I revised and expanded.'

 

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Tuesday, March 17, 2026

Book Spotlight: Arranged Marriage to a K-Pop Idol by Bianca Rowena

Arranged Marriage to a K-Pop Idol
Bianca Rowena
Publication date: April 28th 2026
Genres: Dystopian, Romance, Young Adult

He who controls the media, controls the world.

In a world where a young woman only has two choices, marry by age 18 and procreate naturally, or be thrown into a fertility prison, AnAn finds herself in an arranged marriage to K-Pop Idol Taejung, who is running from the paparazzi and his government.

Can Taejung and AnAn stop the One World Nation’s plot to use K-pop concerts and fans, to win the world election, or will Taejung be pulled back into the K-pop world he left behind, and AnAn lose her first love?


Author Bio:

Bianca Rowena was born in Romania, Transylvania and has enjoyed writing from a young age. She now lives in Canada, which is the setting and inspiration for her novels. Bianca studied Cinema/Television/Stage/Radio at the Southern Alberta Institute of Technology.

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Tuesday, January 21, 2025

Tour Stop/Giveaway: Sanctuary

 


Check out the next tour stop for Ginny Fite's Sanctuary today and make sure to enter the tour wide giveaway as you could win from Ginny Fite will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour, and a $25 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn host. You can find all the tour stops HERE and this tour is sponsored by Goddess Fish Promotions.


SANCTURY

AUTHOR: Ginny Fite

GENRE:  dystopian speculative fiction


Sometimes losing your children is the only way to save them. The year is 2039. Chased by government goons determined to quarantine her and a virus that might kill her at any time, Jean Bennett races a thousand miles to Canada to get her five children to safety. On a journey unlike any they’ve ever taken, Jean learns who she is and what she must do to save her children.

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Excerpt One:

 

THE infection hit with such ferocity and speed that all public trans¬port had shut down by the end of my husband’s meeting in DC, sixty-five miles from home. No car, no commuter train, no way out.

 

In the five hours since he’d arrived in the city that morning, police had blockaded roads and barred highway entrances. Airlines delayed flights and then canceled them. Residents, under threat of arrest, huddled in their homes, and universities restricted students to dorms. Government officials shuttered public buildings, closing, and locking the gates.

 

Television news showed black-helmeted National Guardsmen herd¬ing panicked tourists back toward their hotels as they stampeded down unfamiliar streets. Coast Guard cutters patrolled the Potomac River; helicopters buzzed overhead. From Capitol Hill to the Ellipse, red lights on Constitution Avenue blinked on and off. Front pages of the morning newspaper skittered across empty streets.

 

I waited for Ted to call.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links: 

Ginny Fite is an award-winning journalist and author of nine traditionally published novels, three collections of poetry, a collection of short stories, and a book of humorous essays on aging. A graduate of Rutgers University and Johns Hopkins University, her 40-year career in communications included posts in newspapers, government, higher education, and a robotics R&D company. Pushcart Prize nominated, shortlisted for the 2019 SFWP prize, a finalist for the 2020 Bakwin Prize, winner of the FAPA gold medal in fiction for the collaborative novel Thoughts & Prayers, her stories have appeared in The Delmarva Review, Women Arts Quarterly Journal, Heartwood Literary Magazine, Coffin Bell, and the Anthology of Appalachian Writers. Writing about ordinary people who grapple with extraordinary circumstances, her novels span the genres of mystery, thriller, adventure, speculative, and women’s fiction. Learn more at GinnyFite.com.

 

Published novels:

Sanctuary

Leave Everything You Know Behind

The Physics of Things

Possession

Blue Girl on a Night Dream Sea

No End of Bad

Lying, Cheating and Occasionally Murder

No Good Deed Left Undone

Cromwell’s Folly

Thoughts & Prayers (co-author)

 

Author Website: https://ginnyfite.com

Social Media Handles:

Instagram:  http://www.instagram.com/GinnyFite

Twitter: http://www.twittere.com/unwrinkledbrain

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ginnyfiteauthor

Threads: http://www.threads.com/ginnyfite

 


Saturday, July 20, 2024

Book Spotlight/Giveaway: Wormwood by D.H. Nevins

Wormwood
D.H. Nevins
(Wormwood, #1)
Publication date: October 10th 2011
Genres: Adult, Dystopian, Fantasy, Romance, Young Adult

Angels. Demons. Love. Deceit.
“Nevins should be at the top of the New York Times Best-sellers List with this series.” – Amazon Reviewer

Tiamat and his brothers, a legion of one hundred half-angels, have orders to end all of humanity. Yet in a moment of weakness, Tiamat risks his life to rescue a hiker named Kali from the very destruction he initiated.
Kali, thrust from the surety of her world into the boundless hell of Tiamat’s, must try to find a way to survive on the Earth’s vast, devastated landscape. Plagued by a legion of Nephilim bent on sending her on, she is forced to trust Tiamat – the one being who could prove to be her greatest enemy.

“OMG … Fabulous. Unputdownable. 5 stars” – Fundinmental Reviews

“A new kind of tormented romance that is absolutely captivating.” – Carlyle Lasbuchane, USA Today bestselling author

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EXCERPT:

I hastily threw the saddle on Hero and was up and riding before anyone in the group had a chance to ask me what was wrong. With my pulse thundering in my ears, I pushed the horse, leapt over crevasses and rode hard in a wide circle around the camp, scouring both sides of the stream and looking fiercely for anything that might indicate where my three friends had gone. But after a thorough, fruitless scout of the countryside, I began to slow my pace, the gravity of what may have transpired sinking in like a corrosive poison.

“Tiamat!” I screamed, my voice laced with venom. “What have you done with them? Where are they?” I turned the horse and scanned the gray skies but could see nothing. “Show yourself, you son-of-a-bitch!”

And he did.

Tiamat appeared as a speck on the western horizon. White wings spread out behind him, he grew larger by the second as he neared our location. And all around him, pacing his approach and stretching wide across the sky, rolled towering black clouds, thick and heavy with impending rain.

With my heart hammering in my chest, I kicked Hero into motion and raced back to the camp, watching Death approach on silent wings. He was incredibly fast—we reached the camp at almost the same moment—Tiamat, a vulture circling overhead while I thundered in on my horse.

There was a loud clang as the stew pot fell and splattered into the dirt. The group’s hunger was replaced by awe as they took in this supposed heavenly sign. They stood frozen, gawking at Tiamat in wonder and ignorance. Obviously unaware of the danger they faced, they looked expectantly at him, believing, perhaps, that mercy would come from above.

It did not. Like a warning, rain began to fall in a steady drizzle. It gathered and beaded on our upturned faces, and dripped from Tiamat’s wings and body as he circled overhead.

I watched him closely, my limbs shaking from anger and adrenalin. Keeping my eyes glued to his still passive movements, I slid from Hero’s saddle and scooped up the crossbow—Tiamat’s crossbow, actually. But while I loaded a bolt and cocked it, Tiamat matched my ante and calmly pulled out a knife. I was confused by this move at first. He could kill us in any number of ways; quickly and effortlessly. Why use a blade?

I moved to the center of the throng, trying to protect the others by maintaining a simple proximity to them. “Keep close to me,” I told them. “He’s come here to kill us.” A few of the group moved in toward me, but most looked at me like I was insane. Nellie and the tattered-looking business woman, whose name I had learned was Jennifer, actually stepped a few paces away, as if to show this celestial being they did not share my sentiment.

“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath. What was I to do? Did they think he was going to bless them with his knife? “If you want to slaughter them, you’ll have to kill me too!” I shouted at him. My hands shaking, I aimed the crossbow up into the drizzle.

Tiamat didn’t respond and made no move toward us, but instead brought the edge of the knife to his bared wrist. He held it there for a moment, appearing to exert pressure with the blade, and I lowered the crossbow in shock. “Tiamat, don’t…” I gasped.

With a swift, violent movement, he slashed his left wrist deeply and the blood pumped out like a river, running down his arm as he held his gashed limb above his head. Wasting no time, Tiamat flew straight up into the drizzling sky, gaining height at an incredible speed. Then he ceased flying and immediately began tumbling downward, plummeting as he deliberately smeared the blood from his wrist across the feathers of his right wing. At the last moment, he pulled out of the free fall and swooped above our heads, scattering bloody water droplets onto our upturned faces.

“Oh … oh shit!” I cried, realizing what he was doing. There was something with his blood … what was it about his blood? I raised the crossbow again, watching as he tightly bound his wounded left wrist while he circled us, flinging blood from his wings with every beat. I had to shoot him … I had to…

My hands were slippery on the crossbow and my eyes blurred with tears. With quick, angry swipes, I dragged my arm across my eyes to clear them, and tried to aim again. I had him in my sights; he was about to slice into his right wrist—all I had to do was pull the trigger. I could feel the tears running freely now as a sob escaped my throat. The crossbow shook, but I fought to hold it steady, and focused my aim on his chest, the only way I could be sure…


Author Bio:

D.H. Nevins was born in Toronto and currently lives in a quiet area of Ontario, surrounded by forests and lakes. By day, she is a personable, friendly school teacher. By night, she silently chuckles as she writes about destroying the world. When she isn't writing, she enjoys world travel, hiking, camping, flying around on her motorcycle or dabbling in live theatre.

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Wednesday, August 9, 2023

Book Tour Stop & Giveaway: The Path of Chaos

 


Check out Tom Howard's newest book, The Path of Chaos, today and make sure to enter the tour wide giveaway for a chance to win a $10 Amazon or BN GC from the author. Tour is sponsored by Goddess Fish Promotions and you can find all the tour stops HERE.



Chatting with Tom Howard:

Tell us about your latest book, who is the main character(s) and what can we expect when we pick it up?

 

The Path of Chaos is set in the year 2030 and the Roman Empire still rules half the world. The action takes place in Southwark, London, where crucifixions are live streamed from London Bridge and chariots are no longer pulled by horses by powered by hydrogen engines.

 

Boatman King is a rebel leader hoping to drive the Romans out of London and stop Emperor Nero II from occupying Britannia any longer.

 

When you pick it up, expect a whirlwind of a read. It’s a very visual book, aiming to keep the reader turning the page and it’s breathless in its action.

 

Give us an out of context quote from your book to warm our hearts:

For Tobias, it meant he was able to muse on how fate had brought him and Maverick together. Instead of clashing swords in an arena Tobias was able to share a bed with a man who he loved with a fiery passion. He stared at his lover and loved every part of the man.

 

Who are some authors that you look for inspiration? John Connolly, writer of the Charlie Parker series is a huge inspiration. He writes prose which are so poetic. Maverick and Tobias are a homage to Louis and Angel from his books.

Thomas Harris created one of the most iconic characters of all time and I look to him in regards to how to write a stand out character who is remembered for a long time after the reader puts the book down.

 

Fire down below! Whats the first object you save? I’m an oyster farmer so I have a knife that clips on to my belt, which is used for everything, from cutting things, to being a screwdriver. It was also bought for me a present from my little family, and engraved, so I would be going for that.

 

Advice for newly sparking writers in three sentences or less: You’re good enough. Go to workshops with other writers and open yourself to the brutal honesty of sharing your work.

 

Which of your characters would you want to share a campfire with, and why? Maverick. He’s been a superstar gladiator, famous around the world, but also been through hell in training camps. He’s a seasoned, interesting man that I would love to learn from and share laughter with over a beer and making fire.

 

Tell us about what you are reading at the moment or anticipate reading in the future? Any new books you are looking forward to? I’m reading Lee Child’s No Plan B, which helps me understand good action writing and I’m also reading Frank Miller’s Dark Knight Returns as graphic novels help me write prose in a very visual way.

 

Can you briefly describe your writing process for us? I tend to go to bed and spend an hour formulating sequences in my head and then the next day I write those sequences. I also will formulate a lot of dialogue whilst in the shower. My process is a lot of writing the book in my mind and then letting it flow on to paper afterwards, once I have run through dialogue and sequences a few times in my mind.

 

What is next on your writerly horizon? I’m writing the sequel to The Path of Chaos, which I’m really excited about, as it expands a world I’m proud to have created. I’m also working on pitches to Hollywood for The Path of Chaos, which have garnered interest, so hopefully that will turn into something special.



THE PATH OF CHAOS

by Tom Haward

 GENRE:   Dystopian Alternate History

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BLURB:

 

It is the year 2030, and the Roman Empire never fell. Emperor Nero II rules half the world, but half the world is not enough for the unpredictable Emperor.

 

Britannia is a Roman outpost. London Bridge is lined with crucified bodies. The streets are patrolled by soldiers in high-speed, horseless chariots. Nero views Britannia as a vital but fractious asset for his planned invasion of the Republic of Indigenous America.

 

Boatman King was born out of rage. A rage that propels him to try and destroy the Empire. He’s not alone: he leads clandestine rebels fighting to drive the Empire from Britannia. These rebels are his weapon, which he hopes will obliterate Nero and the entire Empire.

 

Rebellion, though, comes at a steep price. Olivia, Boatman’s wife, is caught and crucified on London Bridge by Nero’s son, Maximus, who is intent on flushing Boatman from hiding.

 

Instead, Maximus draws Maverick ‘The Beast’ Kirabo, Boatman’s fearsome second-in-command, a champion gladiator who now fights for Rome’s dismay, not their entertainment.


Excerpt One:

 

“Soldier Gallus and Soldier Marius, I need you to accompany me to my home.” Both soldiers saluted and followed Faust to his chariot. Faust climbed on and sat down at the rear. Gallus remained standing whilst Marius fired the engine. The bulletproof glass roof closed over the soldiers’ heads and sealed the chariot. They sped off away from London Bridge going south to Augustus Park where Faust’s house was situated.

 

Within fifteen minutes Faust was striding through his front door, gun drawn and Gallus and Marius flanking. The town house had three floors, six bedrooms in total and an airy, open-plan ground floor. Each soldier took a floor and searched. They quickly cleared the rooms, finding no-one present and nothing out of the ordinary to report.

 

They convened in the kitchen, and Faust holstered his gun.

 

“Maybe we beat them to it?” said Marius.

 

Faust grunted and didn’t bother to respond. He knew something wasn’t right in the house but could quite place it. He needed to walk through and check it off. He’d only searched the ground floor but something didn’t make sense.

 

“I need you both to stand guard outside. Anyone so much as approaches the house suspiciously I want you to shoot them. If anyone is allowed access to the house without my permission, I will crucify you both upside down. Understand?”

 

Both men nodded and saluted and left the house to take sentry out the front.

 

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Tom was born in Essex and at 4 months old he and his identical twin were adopted into an oyster farming family. Tom now runs the business as generation eight of Haward oyster farmers.  He has a fiancée, baby daughter and a cockapoo.

 

Tom has an MA in Creative Writing and has loved telling stories since he was a child, whether verbally or through prose.

 

The Path of Chaos is his debut novel. He is also working on a six episode comedy screenplay and tweets passionately about his family’s industry and the challenges it faces.

 

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Thursday, August 15, 2019

Guest Author Day with Tinnean


Please give a warm welcome to Meg Parkinson from Surviving the Apocalypse – Long Leggity Beasties by Tinnean today as we sit down and see what makes her tick.

Hello, everyone. Hi, Dawn, and thanks so much for giving me this opportunity. I love talking about what finally got me back together with the bravest, most wonderful woman in the world, and this gives me the ideal opening

Let’s get started then, shall we? What’s your favorite thing to do when you’re not saving the world?
You mean aside from making love with my cutie? Well, now, you know—I don’t really have much spare time. I go to the seminars my captain lines up for me. I see my family every week when my mom has us get together for dinner. I argue with my sister Beth quite a bit. But that’s siblings, right?

Uh… yes. What is it about your love interest—Jenn Canaday.
Excuse me?
Jenn Canaday. She’s my love interest. And let me tell you, it’s fantastic having a girlfriend who’s almost as tall as I am.

Yes, well. What is there about her that makes you crazy in a good way?
She’s got a mouth, you know? I had girlfriends before her, but none of them could hold a candle to her when it comes to giving—Oops, sorry, this isn’t supposed to be the naughty interview. She’s honorable, you know? She put my wellbeing before thoughts of herself. Which was fine, but she really didn’t have to, and I’ve told her more than once that if she’d just talked to me, we wouldn’t have wasted five years!

Okay, moving right along. Do you sometimes want to strangle your writer? Thrash her to within an inch of her life? Make her do the stupid crap she makes you do?
Are you kidding? How about all the time? First she lets Jenn get the cockeyed idea that it would be a good thing for her to break up with me. I mean, come on, we’d just spent the best week together, but then Jenn gets the notion I’d be better off without a woman who’s a few years older than me.

She’s actually almost ten years your senior, Meg.
Shut up, Tinn. What do you always say? Age is simply a question of mind over matter, and if you don’t mind, it don’t—doesn’t—matter. I wouldn’t have left Jenn. And not only that, what’s the idea of making my mother cuckoo for Little Women?
It seemed like a good idea at the time?
Please. My sisters didn’t mind being named Amy, Jo, and Beth, and I’m okay with Meg, but naming our poor brother Laurie? Do you have any idea how many times I had to beat up some jerk for bullying my older brother?
Fine, but we’re talking about your story, not his.
Okay, then how about telling me what Laurel Hill’s done to you that you take such pleasure in tormenting my town?
I wouldn’t call it tormenting exactly.
Oh, no? Turns to the readers. Do you have any idea what she’s put my poor home town through? No, probably you don’t. Well, let me tell you: a nuclear holocaust, a pandemic, and then an attack by those damned—
Shush. You don’t want to give that away.
Don’t I? Okay, next time, you go deal with those mother—
Margaret!
Next question?

Favorite food?
Lamb shanks.
That was a quick response.
Hands down, the best meal my mom makes. See, she puts on a metric ton of salt and garlic powder, then sprinkles it with rosemary leaves, then sticks them in the oven to roast until they’re fall-off-the-bone tender. Jenn loves them too.

Do you make them for her? Okay, I’ll take that look as a no. Suppose you tell me a little bit about your world. What are your greatest challenges in that world?
Well, you see, things have gotten hinky in the southwest. People are going missing, and not just migrants coming up from Central America. The governor’s niece and her kids were camping, and then “poof” they’re gone and the campsite looks like something big and mean took it apart. And ranchers are losing their prize breeding stock. That’s how Jenn got involved. She’s an FBI agent—
You sound proud of her.
Damned straight I am. She was called in to deal with it, although her boss is an asshole and just wanted to her fail so he could fire her.
But she didn’t fail.
Nope. As for challenges, they’re the usual—bureaucrats who care more about keeping their jobs than doing them. They get in our way and make things more difficult. No one needs that crap.

They don’t. All right, moving right along: Describe yourself in four words.
Now that’s gonna be tough. Okay, let’s see. Caring—As much as I can, I look out for the homeless people who live in Dupuis Town, which is the poor side of Laurel Hill that hasn’t been restored yet. I bring them food, clothing, toys for the kids, pet food, whatever fits in the trunk of my cruiser. Dedicated – especially to my girlfriend. I love her with all my heart and soul. She’d the best thing that ever happened to me, and I thank my lucky stars every day I wake up beside her. Snarky—I can get really snide if I’m dealing with people who try to make my job more difficult than it has to be (see my above comment about bureaucrats) Honest—especially when it comes to how I feel ab0ut the people in my life. Well, except when Jenn came to Laurel Hill and I saw her with—Never mind, you’ll see.

What do you do for a living?
I’m a deputy in the Laurel Hill Sheriff’s Department. My mom always said that sounded as if our little town was part of the wild west, even though it’s in Delaware. If I had to work in law enforcement, she’d have been a lot happier if it were for a police department. Anyway, my beat is Dupuis Town, which is where our small town’s homeless camp is located. Was located. As I mentioned, I keep all kinds of supplies for them in my cruiser’s trunk. And I consider that part of my job.

One last question. What do you fear the most?
My mom trying to fix me up with one of her friends’ sons. No, seriously, that would be losing my family to those long leggity beasties. I don’t have to worry about Jenn, because as I said, she’s an FBI agent and an extremely capable woman. She doesn’t need me to watch her back, although she knows I always will. My family, though—my sisters are all younger than me and don’t know the muzzle of a revolver from its grip, my brother is a tin knocker who’d rather be a hairdresser, and my mom and pop—well, they’d deny being old, but they’re getting ready to retire, and the last thing they need is to face those monsters. Family can be a pain, you know? But I swear, if anything happened to any of them—it would kill me.



Long Leggity Beasties
Surviving the Apocalypse
Genre: f/f

Buy link: https://www.jms-books.com/erotic-romance-c-34_117/surviving-the-apocalypse-long-leggity-beasties-p-2734.html

Blurb:  Dark deeds are being done, and Jenn Canaday, a special agent with the FBI, has been assigned to look into them. This takes her to New Mexico, where cattle are being rustled and people are going missing -- one of them the niece of the state’s governor.

Meg Parkinson is a sheriff’s deputy in the small town of Laurel Hill. She and Jenn had once spent a steamy week together, but then Jenn had sent her away, something Meg hasn’t gotten over, as reluctant as she is to admit it.

When Meg notices that the homeless camp on the edge of her town has become deserted, Jenn is brought into her vicinity to aid in the investigation. Will the former lovers be able to work together? Can they rekindle the flame that had once burned so brightly? And will they learn what’s behind all the disappearances without disappearing themselves?


 And that’s it for today, folks. You’ve been a wonderful audience. Please enjoy this excerpt:

She slung the rifle over her shoulder by its strap, grabbed up her jacket, and began filling the pockets with the boxes of ammunition. “I’m on my way to Dupuis Town.”
“I’m coming with you, Margaret.” Genevieve came to her side.
The last thing she wanted was her former lover coming along for the ride. She might be helpful, but she’d also be distracting. “You don’t—”
“One second, Sergeant.” Dr. Hallstadt’s words stopped her. “Captain, I’m afraid those rifles might not be enough. Do you have any flamethrowers?”
“Really, Nicola?” The professor looked aghast. “You’d pass up this opportunity to study a species that’s been considered extinct for millions of years—”
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. These scientists who put the search for knowledge ahead of the safety of the human race—
“Nicki might not, Professor.” Genevieve seemed to have no problem interrupting the older woman. “But I’ve seen those things and the damage they can do, and if it comes to us or them….”
“You really think it might?”
“I do.”
The professor turned as pale as her dusky complexion allowed. “In that case, you’re right, and I apologize.”
Meg had never seen her former lover at work, and her panties dampened. Jesus, get a grip, Parkinson. Although she had to admit she was impressed at how Genevieve made the older woman back down.
“Do we need to call in the armed forces?” the captain asked.
“Not just yet,” Dr. Hallstadt assured him. “This species appears to be diurnal. It’s dark, and they’ll have taken shelter for the night. Once we’ve discovered the location of this colony, I’ll need canisters of chlorpyrifos.”
“Chlorpyr-whatsis?”
“It’s a pesticide.”
“That was banned by the EPA in 2018,” Meg snapped. It paid to have a sister who was fascinated by stuff like that and who enjoyed nothing more than passing on that information.
“How dangerous is this going to be to anyone in the surrounding area?” the captain demanded.
“From what I’ve been led to believe, that part of Laurel Hill is deserted,” Dr. Hallstadt reminded him.
He snorted and cut a glance in Meg’s direction, impatience writ large upon his face. As if it was really necessary to remind them—Meg had been the one who’d first discovered the apparently abandoned homeless camp.













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