New Movie trailer for “the Identical”

For movie lovers.

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For those of you who love movies, here’s the first look at a great one that will be out soon. See it on the big screen September 5th!

This  film has received excellent reviews from its first screenings. RAY LIOTTA and ASHLEY JUDD portray a pastor and his wife as they raise their musically-gifted, adopted son, played by BLAKE RAYNE in his cinematic debut.

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Launch Day!

Bound is here!

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Today is the OFFICIAL launch day for Bound!

Most of the partying is happening over on Facebook, where I’m giving away a e-books, a signed paperback prize pack, and a few other goodies. But because I like you guys, and just in case you can’t make it over there, we’re going to do an e-book giveaway JUST for you.

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Let’s hope this works… I’ve never used Rafflecopter before.

The book is already getting great reviews, and people who are reading say they can’t put it down. I know I shouldn’t rely on external validation… but that feels pretty good!

The book and I are featured on a few blogs today, if you’d like to stop by and say hello. Colin F. Barnes asked me five rapid-fire questions that were a blast to answer. Joanne Guidoccio has my guest post on my author’s journey. And Jessica…

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Villain Teaser Excerpt: Kalam the One-Footed Vampire

This guy causes a lot of trouble for Luke, Nyx, and their friends.  One could say he triggers the main plot of the story, but that might be giving the pompous bloodsucker too much credit.  Kalam is a vampire and the one who taught the Lich about necrocasting.  His debut is in Allure of the Gypsies, which is still available for $2.99.  (I have no picture for him either, so enjoy Nyx with her fire.)

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

The Lich inhales deeply after he steps out of the dark passage and into the brightly lit laboratory. The pitted walls are coated in blue, crystalline mold, which magnifies the torchlight and pushes the shadows into the farthest corners of the cavernous room. The Lich fondly remembers the smell of powdered bone incense and bubbling herb mixtures that surrounded him during his training days. The necrocaster glides among the crude metal tables, which are covered in brewing potions, hardened wax, and scattered notes. He could never understand how his old master was able to find anything in a lab that looked so cluttered. The Lich stops when he comes to a large, rocking chair made of dark red wood. Five piles of gems and gold coins rise to the stalactites behind the oddly mundane chair. A smile crosses his skeletal face when he recognizes a smoking burn mark on the ceiling.

“You still find that memory amusing?” asks a voice from the shadows. “I gave up trying to remove your final gift a long time ago. I consider it a reminder to never take on another apprentice.”

“I said I was sorry, master,” the Lich humbly apologizes. “I was young and foolish. I have since learned to be more careful with my magic.”

“I do not doubt it since you still exist under his thumb,” the voice whispers without trying to hide its disdain. “I warned you about working exclusively for monsters like him. Your lust for power will prove to be your downfall just as I predicted on the day that you left.”

“Can you please reveal yourself, Kalam?” the Lich requests. “I have something important to discuss with you.”

“Your master has need of my services,” Kalam says, his voice dripping with boredom. “Why should I be willing to help him this time when I have refused every other offer?”

“This time is different,” the Lich vehemently swears. “Please, teacher. I wish to discuss this to your face like gentlemen.”

A fireskin wearing the tattered remains of black leather armor steps out from behind one of the piles of gems. His smooth scales have been bleached of color and his eyes are an eerie gray. A tuft of steely hair is on his chin and he strokes it softly with his right hand. His vampiric nature is obvious since his reptilian jaws make it impossible for Kalam to hide his five-inch long fangs. A nine-foot staff of charred oak with a rough-edged, metal demon’s claw screwed into the top is gripped in his left hand. The caster uses the staff to help him get to the rocking chair since he is missing his left foot. Warm blood seeps out of the chair once he sits down and his scales absorb the liquid before it can pool on the ground.

“Gentlemen,” scoffs Kalam with a sneer. “A Lich and a vampire fireskin are not the types of creatures one would use that word to describe, especially considering you were not a gentleman until you met me.” He waves his hand and a stool skitters across the floor toward the Lich, who stops it with his bony foot.

“I sense that you are not happy to see me. Do you regret ever meeting me?” the Lich asks.

“You always jump to conclusions without analysis. I do not regret our meeting or my decision to train you,” Kalam replies. His scales begin to show a red tint as he absorbs more blood. “A Lich without an understanding of magic was an enigma that I refused to let slip through my fingers. I still remember the days of teaching you how magic works and the most basic of spells. You were an undead sponge that could absorb anything I threw at it. If I were to regret anything, it would be my expectations of you. One should realize that apprentices are just like one’s own children. They never listen and rarely follow the path that you set for them.”

“You wanted me to hide in a lab to build monsters and horde treasure,” the Lich angrily argues. “There was a world out there that I could change to my whim.”

Kalam laughs with a sound that resembles a shattering tree branch. “You forget that this world holds heroes. It is better for creatures like us to stay in the shadows and come out only when the risk is minimal. Our survival lies in our ability to remain in our lairs and ignore our desire for power.”

“Old fool,” the Lich hisses.

“Young fool,” Kalam hisses back with his forked tongue worming out from behind his teeth.

CONTINUED IN ALLURE OF THE GYPSIES!

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Book review Challenge Series – How I write a book review

First day of the ‘Book Review Challenge’!

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Mirror Interview #1 John Howell

Check out the first ‘Mirror Interview’ on Readfulthings. Congratulate John W. Howell on being the first brave soul to enter this challenge.

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John: Hi Ionia I’m so glad to be able to sit with you for this interview.

Ionia:Urm, John could you hold on a moment. I need to make a basic introduction. John W. Howell has a blog he calls Fiction Favorites [http://johnwhowell.com] It’s there he holds court from a small barrier island off the southern Texas coast. He has published his first novel titled My GRL [http://www.amazon.com/My-GRL-John-W-Howell/dp/1625530595/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1388558903&sr=1-1&keywords=My+GRL ]and has submitted the sequel to his publisher Martin Sisters Publishing. John completed a career in business and began writing full time when his youngest graduated from college. Now John you may go ahead.

John: Good thanks for that intro. Although it is all true it still sounds like a fantasy when it comes from your lips.

Ionia: How so.

John: First there is the lovely Kings English accent which could turn reading a McDonalds menu into…

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Dark Places – by Zoë Abell

Short eBook for 99 cents.

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My Second Book is Out! Get Othella for Just $0.99!

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Villain Teaser Excerpt: General Vile the Sinister Halfling

Not sure if I ever mentioned this guy on here, but he’s a major ally of the Lich who got involved in the action more often than I expected.  He debuts during the first scene of Allure of the Gypsies, which is available for $2.99.  (I have no picture that works for him because armored, warrior halflings are not common and always look cute.  Not a good thing for General Vile.)

Kayn turns away from the elder and sprints toward the sound of the second dragon. A few zombies feebly attempt to stop him, but they are quickly cut down as the gypsy rushes past them. Kayn keeps an eye out for his missing partner among the dead. Every second that passes without seeing any sign of her drives him mad with anger and desperation. He is barely able to control his rage by the time he reaches the clearing where a short figure in mottled chainmail yells at the narrow-bodied Sword Dragon. Kayn hisses a sigh of relief through his gritted teeth when the gold-winged beast rises into the air and leaves the field of battle.

“You can fight me now,” the grinning soldier announces. He turns in Kayn’s direction with a wicked gleam in his brown eyes.

“Halfling fiend! Call off your monsters!” demands the gypsy.

The halfling eyes the gypsy as one would look at a yelping puppy. “Who might you be, boy?”

Kayn grits his teeth and stares proudly at his enemy. “I am the champion of this clan. We have done nothing to you. I demand that you leave us alone.”

“Well now, the champion stands before me,” the halfling says, amused by the youth. “Honor forces me to introduce myself to my opponent. I am General Vile and I am afraid I cannot leave.”

“Then, I will have to kill you,” Kayn growls.

Vile lets his grin fade into a stern expression. “Correction. You will have to try to kill me. I am an old and seasoned halfling, boy. A whelp of a gypsy like you could not handle my abilities.”

“You will have to kill me to get to the rest of the clan,” the young gypsy announces. He dashes at the halfling with amazing speed, but a metallic blur blocks the slash of his cutlass. Kayn steps back to see that the halfling’s shortsword is still sheathed at his side, the only sign of the enemy’s movement is a footprint of matted grass.

“Care to try again? I will go slower this time,” promises the halfling.

Kayn juggles his sword from one hand to the other. “You mock me.”

“I merely want to extend my entertainment. I get very few challenges at my age,” Vile admits with a sigh. “Now, please attack me again. Try to make your moves faster and less predictable.”

Kayn quickly slashes at Vile’s stomach, but an armored gauntlet effortlessly deflects the cutlass with an echoing ping. The gypsy uses every maneuver he can imagine against the halfling, but all of his attacks are blocked. The wind changes and he can hear the dying screams from the camp while the halfling continues to toy with him. The wails from his people help to fuel Kayn’s rage as he attempts a final attack on Vile. Kayn presses the dull edge of his cutlass against his forearm. The gypsy roars before he makes a running slash at his opponent with as much strength as he can muster. Flicking his wrist at the last second, Kayn flips the curved edge of the cutlass toward Vile’s throat.

“Impressive,” states the halfling, ducking under the attack and rolling between Kayn’s legs. The gypsy drops his weapon in defeat when he feels the tip of Vile’s shortsword against his back.

“Go ahead and kill me. I have failed to protect my clan,” Kayn announces, his tired arms hanging at his side.

“You fought better than I had expected. Be thankful that you die with honor,” Vile says with a soft voice. A searing pain in the halfling’s shoulder stops him from executing the gypsy. Vile and Kayn turn to see a gypsy girl with flowing, dark blue hair standing at the edge of the clearing. Breathing heavy and looking scared, she stands ready to throw another knife at Vile.

“Sari! Run!” Kayn screams as he tackles the soldier. An armored fist knocks the young man to the ground. A shuddering breath is the only sign that Kayn is still alive as a bleeding bump grows on his forehead.

“Very stupid, boy,” grunts the halfling. “You may have saved that girl, but you should have been more concerned with your own hide.” He lifts his sword to stab Kayn in the head when a delicate, icy hand grips his wrist.

CONTINUED IN ALLURE OF THE GYPSIES!

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Bound Now Available in E-book

Grab a fresh book for your summer relaxing!

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No, it’s not officially launch day. We’re not bumping the party up. The celebration still starts on Thursday and continues on to Monday with blog interviews, the Facebook party, and other fun stuff. If you still want to participate, there’s time! E-mail me. We’ll do lunch. Or blog stuff.

But just in case anyone feels like getting started a little early…

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We have links. I’m only telling you guys because I like you.

Amazon.com

Amazon.ca

Kobo

Barnes & Noble

I’ll update here with the iBooks link ASAP. Amazon isn’t showing the paperback for me yet, but my aunt managed to buy it through Amazon.com… so let me know what you see, will you? I don’t know if she has a magic computer, amazing Amazon Fu, or what.

Current e-book price is $2.99. This is an introductory price that will hold until the end of August– regular will be $4.99…

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Villain Teaser Excerpt: Trinity, the Chaos Elf Queen

Queen Trinity of the chaos elves is the powerful rival and playmate of Nyx.  They have a very interesting relationships and I love it when they can fight each other.  Trinity debuted in the prologue of Prodigy of Rainbow Tower, which is available for 99 cents.  Possible minor spoilers for the ending of book 1.

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By Kayla Matt

“I swear that I will defeat him during our next encounter,” the Hellfire Elf responds with a wide grin. “If I fail then it will be by my destruction in battle. I swear on the tongues of the Demon Lords.”

The grin is short-lived as a volley of metal spears erupts from the trees, impaling themselves into the ground to form a cage around the Hellfire Elf. Several cloaked forms silently appear around the cave with glinting crossbows trained on the monster. Another form materializes within arm’s reach of the demon and stares at it with a face covered in shadows. Three eyes of violet are all that the demon can see beneath this person’s deep cowl.

“Who dares intrude upon my realm?” demands the Lich.

“Shut up, Lich. I’ve been ordered to give you and your pet some support,” says the cloaked figure, the voice unmistakably female. “I’m also under orders to act as your hands until you regenerate new ones. A very sweet deal for me since it means any screw-ups will be placed entirely on your shoulders instead of mine. I’m tempted to make a mistake on purpose just to see what the master does to you.”

“And who are you?” the Hellfire Elf asks.

The figure removes the cloak to reveal a slender, elven frame covered in tight leather armor, which is obviously more for seduction and easy movement than protection. Her pristine, cobalt skin glimmers in the moonlight as she turns toward her men. The remaining cloaked figures pull back their hoods to reveal pointed ears and cobalt skin like their leader. All of these elves bow their heads in an act of respect for this stunning woman. She nods to each of them before she turns back to the demon. The glowing orb that the demonic assassin previously mistook for a third eye is nothing more than a violet gemstone embedded in the woman’s forehead. A graceful hand passes through her ebony hair as she silently walks past the Hellfire Elf. The chaos elf stops mere inches from the cave entrance and leans inside without hesitation.

“A good host should make the introductions,” she declares with an impish smile. “Especially when a lady is in their presence.”

“Very well, your highness,” the Lich venomously says. “May I introduce one of my colleagues, servant. This woman is none other than the High Queen of the chaos elves. Your power and cunning is much appreciated, Queen Trinity. I hope this means I’m forgiven by our master.”

“Not in the least,” Trinity snaps with a pleasant giggle. “It means he does not trust you and would rather trust a person like me. As I said, my job is to be your hands since your body is still mending. I have very little independence on this job. I should mention that I do this under protest. I might be tempted to avenge one of my people who you sacrificed for that pathetic demon. Garna was one of my most loyal spies and her only failure was in your service. The fact that you had the audacity to sacrifice her for a Hellfire Elf instead of sending her back to me is grounds for me to turn on you at my earliest convenience.”

Trinity pauses to swallow her growing rage before speaking again. “That is if I wasn’t under orders to work with you and leave dear Garna in the past. Our master wants us to work together due to your . . . current disability. I’m not in any position to argue.”

“We do not need a woman,” the Hellfire Elf growls.

Trinity turns with a mischievous gleam in her eyes and aims her palms at the proud, caged demon. Just like her forehead, a violet gemstone is embedded in each of her palms. They glow brightly as a silent spell is cast. The Hellfire Elf’s face erupts in confusion and fury when it feels its body begin to transform. Without its permission, the demon turns into a red-streaked bunny.

Trinity swiftly grabs the bunny by the ears and turns it to her face. “I may be a woman, but that should make you even more cautious. My gender can be a lot crueler than you give us credit for, especially a female chaos elf. Please try to work with me, little demon. I would hate to waste more magic on you than I already have. Do we have an understanding or should I skin and cook you for my men?”

CONTINUED IN PRODIGY OF RAINBOW TOWER!

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