Fallout by @harmony_kent #postapocalyptic #dystopian #preorder

Today, it’s my pleasure to welcome Harmony Kent. Aside from being a skilled and diverse writer, Harmony is also an editor and one of my co-authors at Story Empire. If you’re not already following her blog, I encourage you to check out her spot in the blogosphere and hop aboard. Today, she’s dropped by to share news of her upcoming release, FALLOUT, which I was lucky enough to catch as an ARC. Please say hello and make Harmony feel welcome—and don’t miss my review at the end of this post. I guarantee, you’ll want to click the pre-order button for FALLOUT. I was mesmerized!

Book cover for Fallout by Harmony KentHi, everyone. Harmony here. Many thanks to Mae for hosting me today. I have a new book on pre-order called FALLOUT, which is a post-apocalyptic dystopia. This novel started out life by playing a little game. I sat and closed my eyes and imagined an empty room … in that room, a vial appeared. A dull orange plastic thing covered in scratches. It sloshed when I shook it. From that tiny beginning, the world of Exxon 1 and its deadly virus was born.

Why isn’t the army dealing with the deadly raptors now threatening the cities?

Why is no one handing out a cure?

Does president Terror want them all dead?


BLURB:

WHEN EVERYTHING FALLS APART, WHAT CAN YOU DO?

The year is 3040.

The location is Exxon 1, part of a six-planet system in settled space.

Determined to avoid the mistakes of old Earth, the surviving humans avoided democracy and opted, instead, for a non-elective totalitarian system.

The new way worked well, until now.

A crazy, despotic president releases a nano-virus on the population.

No one was ready for the fallout. It came anyway.

In this post-apocalyptic world, can you stay safe? 

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EXCERPT:

‘Run,’ he yelled to Priya.

Mercifully, she set off at a sprint without offering any argument. Kaleb took a ready stance, feet and legs braced, and planted the stock at his shoulder. The raptor burst onto the neomac surface, an evil red-green in the moons’ glow.

Its oval eyes, a vivid yellow in daylight, looked muddy and brown but no less malevolent. More ominously still, it stopped growling. In complete silence, it stood and watched Kaleb. Studied him. The beast exuded a terrible intelligence.

Around the stock of his weapon, his hands sweated but didn’t tremble. The army had trained him for this. And for things much worse. Kaleb closed one eye and lined up the raptor in his sights, aiming for the centre of its skull. The magnifier grew its eyes to the size of saucers. Though his heart thumped, his mind quieted, giving him the space he needed.

Then, without warning, the raptor glanced left and leapt in that direction.


Author, Harmony KentAuthor Bio
After spending around thirteen years as an ordained Buddhist monk, living in a Zen Buddhist temple, and six years after a life-changing injury following a surgical error, Harmony Kent returned to the world at the tender age of forty.

Now, she is famous for her laughter, and has made quite the name for herself … she’s also, um, a writer … and fairly well known for that too. She’s even won a few awards. Harmony lives in rural Cornwall with her ever-present sense of humour, adorable husband, and quirky neighbours.

Harmony is passionate about supporting her fellow authors. 

Connect with Harmony at the following haunts:
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FALLOUT sounds awesome, doesn’t it? Post-apocalyptic, creatures, a president named “Terror?” I was intrigued from the get-go and this novel did not disappoint. I’m happy to share my review:

Fallout by Harmony Kent is a dark, gritty, twisted apocalyptic story guaranteed to keep you on the edge of your seat. Exxon 1 has been devastated by a virus, the planet an inhospitable environment where no one can be trusted, especially the planet’s president who is responsible for the outbreak. While people succumb to the virus and others struggle to resist, a vial containing a potential cure becomes the focus of ruthless individuals.

Pryia, a young woman who finds out just how savage her devastated planet can be, becomes entangled in getting the vial into the right hands. But who can be trusted? In the world Kent has created, her multi-layered characters are far from black and white. No one is who they seem, each driven by dark histories and darker goals, each a study in duplicity. There are crosses and double crosses, noble characters who sink to corruption and corrupt characters who discover a sliver of conscience when the clock is ticking to zero hour.

The world building is exceptional, the plot complex but fast paced. This isn’t simply a book about rebuilding a decimated planet, but a story that takes a raw look at human nature. Finally, I loved the full circle arc of the opening scenes gelling so perfectly with the close. A wholly satisfying and riveting read. Highly recommended!

Clink the link below to pre-order your copy now. You’re in for a treat!

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New Release: The Yak Guy Project by C.S. Boyack #Fantasy #Dystopian #Adventure

Treat time! I’m uber jazzed to have the fabulous Lisa, spokesmodel for C. S. Boyack drop by today to talk about Craig’s newest release, The Yak Guy Project. Craig is one of my auto-buy authors, but Yak Guy holds a special place for me. I was a beta reader on this book and it’s just so . . . odd. Hey, odd is a good thing! I adore odd!

The story is filled with sly twists and turns, quirky characters and creatures, vivid descriptions, and clever dialogue. Trust me, you’re going to want to one-click this novel. You can do that right here and check out my 5-star review while you’re at it.

Want to hear more? Lisa has the low down about some of the research that went into this one . . .


Thanks for having me over today, Mae. It’s nice to get out of the writing cabin once in a while. My assignment today is to talk about Craig’s new book, The Yak Guy Project. This title has caught people’s attention, and there have been some positive comments about it. All I can say is the guy is a project throughout the story, he rides a yak, and he really doesn’t have a name. He adopts one later in the story so he can interact with others.

book cover of The Yak Guy Project by C.S. Boyack shows man in khaki hunting outfit with samurai sword strapped to his back and a large yak in the backgroundIt may seem odd to talk about research for speculative fiction. There is so much what if going on, and creatures are made up on the fly, that research seems kind of unimportant. The truth is there is always research.

Craig nearly got swept away by the Research Sirens on this one, when he dug into the silk trade. Guess I should tell you, that with a yak in the story, there is an Asiatic vibe about much of the setting. Anyway, the silk trade is fascinating. From gathering the worms, feeding them, keeping them happy with music and temperature controls, it became kind of a distraction. There were entire trade routes established just for the silk trade, and I’m sure there are many stories someone could tell.

That’s kind of the problem. The Sirens want to wreck an author’s ship against the rocks of research. Most of the research in a story leads to a paragraph or two, sometimes only a sentence. Craig spent weeks digging into the silk trade, because it was interesting. It became a distraction.

Fortunately, I was able to pull him back and get him focused on Yak Guy once more. There was other research involved too. Small things like the edibility of bamboo shoots, snakes with legs who wound up looking like Chinese dragons in the story, even color phases of yaks. We spent a day learning about farming and harvesting rice. My point is there is always research, even in speculative fiction.

Yak Guy is the journey of a worthless young man. He learns to take care of himself at the hands of a mentor, who happens to be a talking yak. Then he is taken to a place that’s designed to show him what he can expect out of life. Where he can want something more than survival in the wilderness. What he winds up wanting is a girl, a specific girl that’s a little out of his league.

Anyway, our Yak Guy turns out okay in the end. He learns a lot of life’s lessons, and some are hard lessons too.

The bonus is all the silk outfits I walked away with. I wound up with some beautiful clothing when helping Craig with dialog and positioning. We decided to make some posters of these, and I brought you and your fans one today.

Lisa Burton, a character created by author C. S. Boyack, wearing flowing green silk gown with old fashioned street lantern in background. Lisa's hair is in a Japanese style bun

I’m currently on the lookout for pirate girl outfits. Is there anyplace around here that might have stuff like that?

Blurb:
Imagine waking up in the desert with no idea what happened to you. You have clear memories of situations and places, but a complete loss in personal matters… like your own name. This situation is bad, and you have no idea how to get home.

When you’re rescued by a talking yak, the situation gets exponentially worse. You’ve obviously lost your mind. The immediate needs of a ride off the salt pan and searing heat, along with a drink of water, outweigh the concerns about your mental state.

This is exactly what happened to the Yak Guy. In fact he’s been placed in an alternate world and given a chance to start over in life.

Can this selfish, almost parasitic, young man learn to start over in a world where charity is hard to find? Life is brutal and short here, but he’s going to have to adapt or perish.

The Yak Guy project is loosely based around The Fool’s Journey from the Tarot. Those with experience in Tarot will spot people and situations from the Major Arcana.

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Welcome Charles E. Yallowitz with Chasing Bedlam #Scifi #Dystopian

Charles Yallowitz has a new book out, the second in his Shattered States series. Take a look below to see what this wild ride is all about!

Return to the Shattered States

for a tale of love between a woman & her jeep!

Cover Art by Jon Hunsinger

Cover Art by Jon Hunsinger

Lloyd and Cassidy’s last adventure was to honor a life. This time they are out to end one.

It was a normal, violent mission to Texas that should have had nothing more than beer-induced hiccups. That is until an old enemy makes off with Cassidy’s jeep and most of their gear. Needless to say, she’s pissed off and challenging Lloyd for the psychopath of the month award. With the mouthy serial killer by her side, she is going on the warpath from Dallas to Miami even if it means declaring war on the drug cartels.

So strap in for another wild ride through the Shattered States and learn why you never mess with Cassidy’s jeep.

Available on Amazon for 99 cents!

Want a taste?

“So your boss thought she could send assassins to kill the Riflemen,” the black-haired leader says, earning a cheer from his men. A firm smack to the prisoner’s head silences her gurgling attempt to deny the charge. “Nothing you say can prevent the inevitable. Don’t go thinking that pet serial killer will save you either. The idiot brought a paintball gun to Texas and thought he’d win a gunfight? I’m surprised he lasted as long as he did. All we need to do is find the body and we can collect the bounty on him too. Guess you’re lucky that he’s wanted dead and you’re wanted alive by that warden up north.”

“I’d be careful, boss,” a sword-wielding gang member warns. She leans away from the angry glare, but rolls up her sleeve to reveal a sloppily stitched wound. “While this one isn’t as tough as her reputation says, she can still hit hard. Lost two men before we restrained her and three more are nursing broken balls. Maybe we should use some of our tranquilizer stash and keep her sedated.”

“No reason for th-” Top Hog begins as he runs his hand across the prisoner’s forehead. He rubs his fingers at the sensation of something sticky between his fingers and looks closer to figure out what he has touched. “This scar is fake. Made from glue or something. Are you sure this is Cassidy?”

“She was with Lloyd Tenay at the bar,” a one-eyed man replies in a shaky voice. He shifts from one foot to the other when everyone else takes a step away from him. “You told us to look for him and a blonde woman. She had the denim jacket, the forehead scar, cursed a lot, carried two pistols, and even has the correct tramp stamp. Everyone was calling her Cassidy after she drove up in the blue jeep too. We made sure that everything checked out, boss. Even bribed the bartender and two waitresses.”

Sweat beading on his face, Top Hog draws his large gun and presses it to the prisoner’s temple. He leans around her, his eyes repeatedly darting toward her hands to make sure they are still bound. Lifting her white shirt, he sees the unique tattoo that the widespread stories mention Cassidy getting a little less than a year ago. The design is two pistols back to back with vines of bone curling around and binding them together. A strange discoloration catches the gang leader’s attention and he rubs his thumb along the woman’s side, pushing his weapon harder against her head to prevent wiggling. He swears that he feels a seam, so he gets a dirty fingernail beneath what turns out to be a flesh-colored sticker. Top Hog yanks it off and shows it to his men, the prisoner biting her lower lip to avoid screaming. He can already see that the tattoo is smeared from where he has touched it with his meaty fingers.

Enraged and embarrassed, the gang leader is about to kill the fake Cassidy when he hears distant rock music. Within seconds, he realizes that the source is getting closer and is soon joined by maniacal laughter coming over a crackling megaphone. With a snap of his fingers, Top Hog orders one of his men to take the prisoner to his office while the others run for the exit. Nobody gets very far before a blue jeep, which has been outfitted with a wide battering ram, smashes through the front of the warehouse. The vehicle leaves a gaping hole in the wall, which is made worse by hooked chains on the rear bumper that catch and tear more of the obstacle down. The jeep continues at full speed through crates, shelving units, and the slower gang members whose deaths are celebrated by honks of the horn. Tires screech as the driver hits the brakes and gets the car to spin, the move appearing to have no purpose beyond making those inside dizzy. With an embarrassing thud, the vehicle hits the back wall and hisses to a stop.

The gang have already drawn their weapons and are cautiously approaching the jeep when the sunroof opens. Bullets fly at the blonde figure that leaps out, the projectiles creating so many holes that the top half of their target falls off. The legs of the cardboard cutout are casually tossed to the floor before the shriek of a megaphone makes everyone cringe and cover their ears. With the tattered remains laying face up, the frustrated criminals realize that they have destroyed another Cassidy decoy. They are about to inch closer when the jeep briefly roars to life and a man inside begins making engine noises. The sounds change to the exaggerated screams and detailed begging of those whose parts are still stuck to the scuffed battering ram.

“So that was your plan, Cassidy?” Top Hog asks with a chuckle. He turns to see their prisoner is trying to roll away and fires his gun into the air to stop her. “Two decoys, so that you could get the drop on us. Guess you thought more of us would get run over. You still have thirteen of my crew standing and you’re cornered in that jeep. Now, the only question is if I send a piece of you back to the Duchess as a message that she should stay out of my business. Damn northerner needs to stay out of Texas’s business.”

“Actually, that young woman was the bait and I was the distraction,” Lloyd announces from inside. With a gleeful laugh, he opens one of the doors and yanks it back when the gang shoots at him. “Well shit. That was my favorite power window button. Anyway, people make that mistake all the time. You see, bait draws you in and, at least here, allows the real predators to follow you back to the previously hidden hideout. Not even a sign to help us out, which is very rude and unaccommodating. Now, the distraction’s job is to keep you looking in one direction while a mischievous maiden of mayhem prepares her new toy somewhere else. Don’t bother running, boys, because she’ll take that as an insult.”

Top Hog and his men turn toward the hole in the wall, which has exposed them to the large parking lot. The sun forces them to squint at the lone figure standing behind a loaded mini-gun, the weapon glinting in the midday light. Clouds move across the sky, which makes it easier for the gang to identify the denim jacket and blonde hair of their enemy. They take a few shots at the distant woman, but their bullets either miss completely or bounce off several riot shields that are strapped to the weapon. A slamming car door causes them to jump, but they turn in the wrong direction and are unable to stop Lloyd from racing toward the prisoner. Wearing orange pants from his time as a prisoner and a red shirt with a lightning bolt, the black-haired serial killer seems like an obvious target as he scoops up the young woman and dives behind a box of grenades. Suddenly afraid for their lives, Top Hog and his men attempt to scatter and hunt for cover.

“I hate moving targets,” Cassidy growls.

And don’t forget how it all started in CROSSING BEDLAM!

Also on sale for 99 cents!

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About the Author:

Charles Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you, and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.

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Mae Clair Presents: Karen Malena and Sound of Silence #Science-Fiction #Dystopian

Today, I’ve got a brand new guest on my blog, and I hope that you’ll make her feel welcome! 🙂 Karen Malena and I have several things in common beside writing–we are both “Keystoners” from the state of Pennsylvania, love cats (check out her author pic below), and both have an Italian family heritage.

I recently met Karen through a mutual friend, and am delighted to host her today with her compelling release, SOUND OF SILENCE. I think you’ll find her backstory inspiring as well. Please drop Karen a comment and say hello!

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I’d like to thank Mae Clair for the opportunity to share a little about the ups and downs of life, from adversity to hope.

Adversity: Out of it can come great pain and sometimes great reward. Growing up the daughter of a mom who had a mental breakdown, I know a little about this.

When I was in fourth grade, it was a love of reading that would carry me through the toughest moments of my young life up until then. You see, my mother had been hospitalized for the first of many times, and it would be reading and the world of make believe that would bring me solace and comfort. With the world around me turned upside down, the love of a good father and my Italian nonna, books, and the desire to create my own stories would become the catalyst which held me together.

After a time, Mom was restored to us whole and well, a true miracle. It was then another bit of adversity would strike in the way of  my health. Looking in the mirror, I knew something was wrong with me, my body looked distorted but I said nothing to my mother, hoping perhaps it would “go away.” Of course no such thing happened, and when Mom noticed, a visit with a surgeon followed.

My battle with scoliosis was not an easy one. A year’s worth of hospital visits, major surgery and an all-encasing body cast would follow. Once again, it would be books and the world of my imagination that would help me through.

I’d like to think that it was all the challenges I went through that shine in my writing. The fact that I know a thing or two about tough times. When I write about a dysfunctional family, I know because I’ve been there. When I write gritty, and from the heart, I bare my own soul hoping perhaps to touch someone else who may be encountering difficulty.

Most of my books are inspirational fiction, but I’ve gone way out of my comfort zone with Sound of Silence. It bothers me when I watch a family of four sitting in a restaurant, each engrossed on their smart phones, game system, or I-pads. Nobody communicates; their eyes are glued to the almighty screen.

A thought began forming. What if we weren’t permitted to speak any longer? What if it became a punishable crime? Who would make such a decree?  What if that person was ruthless and had other reasons for silence, secrets perhaps that he wouldn’t want anyone to know about? And what if he was someone you trusted and liked, a handsome senator with a black heart?

Ray Warren is a good husband and father. In a moment of kindness, he helps an old woman who has fallen in a transportation portal, and when she thanks him, he answers her out loud in an era where speaking has been abolished.  The peacekeepers of the time, the brutal Stewards of Order hunt for Ray until he turns himself in. When he meets the dark-hearted senator, the dictator who rules our country in the year 2050, Ray isn’t intimidated by the man and in a brave show of defiance, he marks himself for termination. A seemingly kind Steward appears to help him, but does the Steward of Order have his own agenda and is something far more sinister at work?

Here is an excerpt from the first part of the book:

Morning came too soon. Now he’d have to answer to the accusation. There was no escaping the Stewards of Order, government agents with years of training in combat, military action and humanity control. Execution squads, they would stop at nothing to retrieve him. It was over. Ray was finished, all because he’d spoken out loud in an era overrun by communication devices; where the spoken word hadn’t been permitted in at least thirty years.

Ray glares at the government monitor, the cold metal listening apparatus mounted in the corner of every room, car and place of business. Knowing they can’t see him, he thumbs his nose in the direction of the hated box.

Ray slides out of bed. His parched throat aches, and his head pounds to the beating of his heart, the imminent hangover from last night’s bourbon indulgence. He glances around his room, grabs the jeans and button-down shirt he’d worn the day before and heads into the bathroom. What he sees in the mirror frightens him even more. Sunken cheeks, dark hollows under his eyes: a haunted, hunted look. Yes, that is correct. If he doesn’t answer the text, if he fails to show up at the Justice Premiere Tribunal Station, he will be hunted. How could he have been so careless?

Ray holds onto the edges of the sink and a silent scream forms in his throat. He turns the faucet on, splashing cold water onto a face that seems too pale.

While he dries himself off, he feels another emotion this morning: pity. He’s not sorry he tried to help the old woman. She’d reminded him of Bubbe.  Many years ago, he’d seen his beloved grandmother taken from the only home she’d ever known and loved. He remembered watching as the Stewards of Order had guided Bubbe into their vehicle, promising to take care of her, promising her lie after lie, not knowing they had every intention of exterminating her.

Ray sits on the edge of the bathtub, the towel gripped so hard in his hands, his knuckles turn white. What’s become of our society? Our privacy is completely gone, and with it, many, many people. Ray sighs as hopelessness shrouds itself around him. He remembers the day he discovered the forbidden newspaper—he was fifteen. . .

Book cover, Sound of Silence, depicting a first clenched around barbed wireStashed in a dark, cobwebby corner in his parent’s basement, Ray finds an ancient trunk he doesn’t remember seeing before. He opens the lid, peers inside, and his eyes light up at finding his grandmother’s personal effects. He picks up an old apron, threadbare and well-loved. He smells it, her scent still present, as if she once again stood before him. A wave of nostalgia washes over him.

Further down, a tattered paperback novel sits under piles of old clothing and balls of yarn. He digs even deeper and is rewarded with a crumpled, yellowing newspaper, worn completely through in spots.

Ray flattens the paper on the floor taking care as he smoothes it over with his hands. He looks around as if someone will catch him in this act of treason. His eyes squint in the dimness, and it’s there that he reads for the first time about the powerful politician Frank Tomlinson, humanitarian and nephew of the president, and how the order of silence came about.

Ray feels as if he’s stumbled onto the meaning of the universe. He never knew how the edict started; he’d been way too little. Sitting back on his legs, his eyes scan the article.

“After the historic 9-11 tragedy, terrorism and illegal immigration is at an all-time high in our country, leaving us vulnerable to further plots and waves of crime and destruction. Like cancer cells, these terror groups worm their way into our society. Nothing is sacred any longer, nothing is safe. Many of our own citizens are joining these radical groups. Thousands of innocent people are being killed. The recent church bombings, the explosions at our amusement parks, mass murder in our night clubs and malls across America have led to one man’s fight.

Senator Frank Tomlinson, nephew of President Carter Tomlinson has come up with a plan. Only the written or texted word can be monitored, he proposes. Speech has become dangerous, and truly useless in our society obsessed with electronic devices. He urges that communication devices linked to control rooms in government buildings and thousands of monitored computer systems are easy to track. Any terrorists or rebels would be found and dealt with instantly.

The government wants to protect you, fellow citizens. This is the only way to detect threats before they become a reality.

You will soon see news blasts on your smart phones, computers, televisions and all electronics. The spoken word will cease. We urge you to heed and aid us with the new law as it is put into place. We are implementing this for your protection. No longer will we have to fear tyranny from other countries. No longer will we be slaves to radical terrorism.”

Ray knew better. Speaking ended as a means to control revolt or uprising of the people. The only “protection” was the monitoring of any utterance against the officials themselves.

He’d heard that the crude cell phones of their ancestors had given Tomlinson the brilliant idea. People hadn’t been speaking anyway, the man had said. Yet hardly anyone knew the other reasons for the senator’s control of the spoken word. The secrets he kept.

I hope you enjoyed the little preview of my dystopian tale. As with all of my writing, this story has a thread of darkness with pockets of light. For to be true to ourselves, don’t we all have this within us?

Although I am presently working on sequels to some of my other stories, certain people have been clamoring for more of this one. Someone suggested a prequel and the prospect did excite me. I’ll keep everyone posted on the futuristic world I’ve created. A world that doesn’t seem too far away and even appears to be happening already.

Blurb:
A dark, all-encompassing law blankets the country.

Driven by one terrible secret, a powerful politician brutally suppresses speech for the sake of order and holds the country in the palm of his hand.

Ray Warren does the unthinkable. In a bold gesture he seals his fate in a moment of kindness, a moment that marks Ray, his wife, and beautiful daughter as dangerous fugitives and sets a society toward rebellion.

In Sound of Silence an ominous future is introduced leaving us with the question: What if?

Author Karen Melana with catAbout the Author:
Karen Malena resides in the Pittsburgh area and is active in her community mentoring young writers and encouraging others through library and author events.

Three of her novels, Shadow of My Father’s Secret, Reflections From My Mother’s Kitchen and Love Woven in Time are inspirational family fiction. Her book Piggy is a fun cat “tail” for all ages.

She has currently released her first dark sci-fi book, Sound of Silence.

Malena has a biting sense of humor that you will find on her Facebook cat page, Piggy, and also writes heartfelt blogs at karenmalena.blogspot.com. She has a passion for storytelling, and many of the events she writes about come from her loud, crazy, close-knit Italian family.

She is a member of a monthly writer’s group, Pittsburgh East Scribes.

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Mae Clair Presents: Daisy Banks and A Perfect Match #sci-fi #dystopian #romance

Today, I’m turning my blog over to my friend and sister author, Daisy Banks, who has brought along the characters from her newest release, A PERFECT MATCH. Sit back and enjoy as Daisy whisks us to a futuristic world and introduces a truly unique couple:

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Thank you so much for inviting me onto the blog, Mae. I am still celebrating the release of my new story A Perfect Match, published by Taliesin Publishing.

This is the longest story I have ever written and a step toward a new genre for me as it has a touch of sci-fi about it. I found this story very hard to classify into one genre. It is a kind of romance, a love story, set in a futuristic world very different from our own. There are elements of a dystopian society and a lot of political maneuvering happens to keep my lead characters safe. I had a lot of fun writing this cross genre story.

I’ve decided to post an interview with Anwell and Varon, the hero and heroine in A Perfect Match.

This interview takes place in the story, so this is an excerpt too. I hope readers enjoy it.

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Interview with Varon and Anwell.

Varon and Anwell sat enjoying the evening temperature and the sounds of the small fountain in the miniature lily ponds until Drimit announced their guest. Varon rose to welcome the reporter Nathan.

“I can’t tell you how grateful I am, Commander. You’ve a beautiful home.” Nathan took a seat opposite them. His pale blue gaze locked on Anwell. He gawked to the extent he almost missed grasping the goblet of water one of the slaves presented.

“I’m sure you’ll find ample ways to show your gratitude, my friend. Would you like some images first, or shall we answer your questions?” He stifled a chuckle at the reporter’s rapt gaze on his wife.

“If you don’t mind.” Nathan took a sip of his water, coughed and found his voice. “I’d prefer images at the end of the interview, if that’s agreeable to you both.”

“Of course.” Anwell settled back in her seat.

Varon glanced over, and she wore the bewitching sweet smile he found so alluring. “This, Nathan, is my wife, Lady Anwell.”

Nathan shoved the carved crystal water cup down, rose and offered a clumsy bow.

If Varon hadn’t known better he’d have laid good coin on this male having Netherling heritage.

“Lady Anwell, it’s a great privilege to meet you,” the reporter said.

“Thank you, but do sit and relax, Nathan. Varon and I, we’re all yours for the next hour.”

“There has been much interest in you in the city, my lady, since the announcement of your marriage to the commander. I’m honored to have this opportunity to talk with you.”

“It’s a pleasure. Varon and I know there has been a great deal of interest. Under the circumstances, it’s not surprising.”

Her smile could have melted the ice dragons of the Tranquil Crest, the first cold world he ever found. “Anwell is a phenomenon, Nathan. A female who has given up much to offer the people hopes for the future.”

The reporter nodded. He made a dashed line of notes. “Has it been difficult for you to adjust to life outside the Temple, my lady? Many Astans believe it must have been a great shock to be removed from the Temple precinct at your age.”

“Yes, the first day or two were very strange. I’ve just begun to explore life in the city,” she said and placed her hand on Varon’s. “But my husband has helped me so much.”

The memory of their first conversation in the litter splashed over him. How could I have been so cruel? He lifted her palm and placed a kiss on it. “My wife, I wish I could have given you as much as you deserve.” His assessment of her response found no resentment.

Tonight, her hazel eyes glowed, shining like pools of water in the stone cliffs at the nuptial retreat. He turned back, but not before deciding he would find a way to make his wife forget he once threatened to send her to the house in the mountains to live alone.

The reporter flashed a glance his way. “And you, Commander? If I may ask, did you find it difficult to surrender a bachelor’s life for that of a married man? Some say twenty-eight is far too young to be married. How do you feel about such statements, sir?”

“Anwell and I feel we’ve been blessed by the gods,” he said. “I am luckier than other males, but the populace already knows this. Of course, I recognize such an experience can’t be guaranteed for all. I am honored to be entrusted with Anwell by the gods and Lord Chardel.

“As to twenty eight being too young, I don’t think so. Anwell and I will have more time together than most Astan couples. The pleasures of the life of a bachelor have their charms, but I’ve discovered being a husband is a superior occupation. Is that enough for your readers, Nathan?”

The reporter nodded with a gulp. “Yes, sir. My thanks for your candor.”

Blurb
Daisy Banks whisks you into a futuristic world, where you might fight for water, or offer up your freedom and become a slave for the promise of enough to drink. Passion and politics ripple through A Perfect Match where the enmity between the government leader, Lord Chardel and Commander Varon, head of the Astan water acquirement fleet, is at flashpoint. 

The enforced marriage of Anwell Nastor, a young Temple adept, to Commander Varon, not only breaks Astan religious rules, but could break untried hearts. This cruel ploy meant to silence Varon’s opposition to current circumstances in the city-state brings unexpected results. Through careful manipulation of the news links, Varon and his bride become the city’s most adored couple, but danger shadows their steps.

Join Anwell and Varon as they discover the power of A Perfect Match on their perilous journey in a world full of dangers and political intrigue.

AUTHOR BIO
Daisy Banks writes sensual and spicy romance in the Historical, Paranormal and Fantasy genres. An obsessive writer, Daisy is passionate about her stories. Her focus is to offer the best tale she can to readers. Daisy is married, with two grown up sons. She lives with her husband in a converted chapel in Shropshire, England.

Antiques and collecting entertain Daisy when she isn’t writing.

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