Book Excerpt from Sunbolt

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I’m happy to host a snippet from YA fantasy novella “Sunbolt” today. The snippet is great, so I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as well!

Book Excerpt

“Look what’s here,” the leader says, calling the other soldiers’ attention to me. My steps falter as they veer towards me, quickly closing the distance between us. “What do you think she is? A mutt or a half-breed?”

A half-breed they might not bother because those who are half-human and half-something-else often have some strength or ability that could cause more trouble than these men are looking for. Unfortunately for me, the secret I guard is fully human. I glance sideways at the fish seller in the stall beside me, wondering if I can count on her. She is young, no more than a handful of years past my own fifteen, her eyes wide with panic. No help there. I swallow hard, trying to ease the fear thrumming through my veins.

I begin to back away, offering a hesitant smile to the soldiers. A smile? What am I doing? I should run—

But it’s already too late. Two of the soldiers have moved ahead of the others, circling past me. I’m surrounded.

“Mutt,” says one of the soldiers, taking in my features. I feel myself flush slightly. My parents may have been from different lands, but a good number of islanders have other blood in them, even if it dates back a few generations. How else did the noble women come by their sleek hair? Their problem isn’t with my bloodline. It’s with the fact that I visibly don’t belong, and I’m an easy target.

“Half-breed,” two others posit, their boots sounding unnaturally loud in the quiet.

“Definitely a mutt,” a soldier behind me says. He’s come to a stop a couple paces away, no doubt waiting for his leader to make the first move.

“Well, girl, what are you?” the leader asks.

I refuse to answer in the words they’ve afforded me. “Human,” I say. “Sir.”

About Sunbolt

sunbolt_coverFNL_toshareTitle: Sunbolt

Author: Intisar Khanani

Genre: YA Fantasy

The winding streets and narrow alleys of Karolene hide many secrets, and Hitomi is one of them. Orphaned at a young age, Hitomi has learned to hide her magical aptitude and who her parents really were. Most of all, she must conceal her role in the Shadow League, an underground movement working to undermine the powerful and corrupt Arch Mage Wilhelm Blackflame.

When the League gets word that Blackflame intends to detain—and execute—a leading political family, Hitomi volunteers to help the family escape. But there are more secrets at play than Hitomi’s, and much worse fates than execution. When Hitomi finds herself captured along with her charges, it will take everything she can summon to escape with her life.

Author Bio

Khanani_Runaway Pen PhotoIntisar Khanani grew up a nomad and world traveler. Born in Wisconsin, she has lived in five different states as well as in Jeddah on the coast of the Red Sea. She first remembers seeing snow on a wintry street in Zurich, Switzerland, and vaguely recollects having breakfast with the orangutans at the Singapore Zoo when she was five. She currently resides in Cincinnati, Ohio, with her husband and two young daughters. Until recently, Intisar wrote grants and developed projects to address community health with the Cincinnati Health Department, which was as close as she could get to saving the world. Now she focuses her time on her two passions: raising her family and writing fantasy. Intisar is hard at work on two new projects. The first is a companion trilogy to her debut novel Thorn, following the heroine introduced in her free short story The Bone Knife. The second project, The Sunbolt Chronicles, is a novella series following the efforts of a young mage as she strives to bring down her nemesis, a corrupt and dangerous Arch Mage who means to bring the Eleven Kingdoms under his control.

Find the author online

GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17317370-sunbolt

Intisar’s Website: http://thornthenovel.com/

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/booksbyintisar

Purchase your copy

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sunbolt-The-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B00DE2RXEM/

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sunbolt-intisar-khanani/1115656459

Kobo: http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Sunbolt/book-6RT3k6M3HEqIDYPN-Nv7Yw/page1.html

Author Interview with David Litwack

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1) What is the hardest part about being an author?

 I have no problem coming up with ideas and always have more than one project queued up. As long as I keep working, my muse seems to be generous to me. But bringing a book over the finish line to publication is hard. To quote Vince Lombardi, “”Perfection is not attainable, but if we chase perfection we can catch excellence.” The final few drafts of a book require an ever finer attention to detail and a level of concentration that won’t settle for good enough. It’s lots of work, but well worth it.

2) Can you give us the synopsis of your book?

 Along the Watchtower crosses genre borders, part love story, part fantasy adventure, part family drama and chronicle of recovery and personal growth.

It’s the story of an Iraq war veteran, Lieutenant Freddie Williams, whose mind and body have been shattered in an IED explosion. Once he was a skilled gamer and expert in virtual warfare.  Now he’s a broken warrior, emerging from a medically induced coma to discover he’s inhabiting two separate realities.  The first is his waking world of pain, family trials, and remorse—and slow rehabilitation through the tender care of Becky, his physical therapist. The second is a dark fantasy realm of quests, demons, and magic that Freddie enters when he sleeps.

In his dreams he becomes Frederick, Prince of Stormwind, who must make sense of his horrific visions in order to save his embattled kingdom.  His only solace awaits him in the royal gardens, where the gentle words of the gardener, Rebecca, calm the storms in his soul. While in the conscious world, the severely wounded vet faces a strangely similar and equally perilous mission—a journey along a dark road haunted by personal demons of guilt and memory—and letting patient, loving Becky into his damaged and shuttered heart may be his only way back from Hell

  3) Is this part of a series or a stand alone?

Stand alone.

 4) How many hours do you write per day/week/month (choose time period yourself)?

 I write two sessions a day, where a session is about two hours, the most I can concentrate at one sitting. On a day when I’m struggling, I may do only one. When I’m on a roll and can see my characters as if they were alive, I might do three. I try to write every day, seven days a week, except when life intervenes.

5) What is your favorite book?

 It’s way too hard to pick one. I’ll cheat and name a few:

Hemingway’s For Whom the Bells Tolls, Steinbeck’s To a God Unknown and Of Mice and Men, Arthur C. Clarke’s Childhood’s End, Saint-Exupéry’s The Little Prince, Douglas Adams’ The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. And of course, The Lord of the Rings.

 6) What are you working on now?

 I’m in late stage edits with an alternate world story called The Daughter of the Sea and the Sky. It’s about a world divided between the Blessed Lands, a place of the spirit, and the Republic, whose people worship at the altar of reason. A mysterious nine-year-old girl from the Blessed Lands sails into the lives of a troubled couple in the Republic and seems to heal everyone she meets. She reveals nothing about herself, other than to say she’s the daughter of the sea and the sky. But she harbors a secret wound she herself cannot heal.

I’m also planning what will be a sequel to There Comes a Prophet. I’ve always wondered what happened to Orah and Nathaniel after their world changing heroics and what became of the contemporaries of the keepmasters who had crossed the great ocean. Stay tuned.

 Thanks for answering my questions!

About Along The Watchtower

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The war in Iraq ended for Lieutenant Freddie Williams when an IED explosion left his mind and body shattered. Once he was a skilled gamer and expert in virtual warfare.  Now he’s a broken warrior, emerging from a medically induced coma to discover he’s inhabiting two separate realities.  The first is his waking world of pain, family trials, and remorse—and slow rehabilitation through the tender care of Becky, his physical therapist. The second is a dark fantasy realm of quests, demons, and magic that Freddie enters when he sleeps.

In his dreams he is Frederick, Prince of Stormwind, who must make sense of his horrific visions in order to save his embattled kingdom from the monstrous Horde.  His only solace awaits him in the royal gardens, where the gentle words of the beautiful gardener, Rebecca, calm the storms in his soul. While in the conscious world, the severely wounded vet faces a strangely similar and equally perilous mission—a journey along a dark road haunted by demons of guilt and memory—and letting patient, loving Becky into his damaged and shuttered heart may be his only way back from Hell.

Author Bio

6439448The urge to write first struck when working on a newsletter at a youth encampment in the woods of northern Maine. It may have been the night when lightning flashed at sunset followed by northern lights rippling after dark. Or maybe it was the newsletter’s editor, a girl with eyes the color of the ocean. But he was inspired to write about the blurry line between reality and the fantastic.

Using two fingers and lots of white-out, he religiously typed five pages a day throughout college and well into his twenties. Then life intervened. He paused to raise two sons and pursue a career, in the process becoming a well-known entrepreneur in the software industry, founding several successful companies. When he found time again to daydream, the urge to write returned.

There Comes a Prophet, the first novel in this new stage of life, was published in July 2012. His second, Along the Watchtower, will be available in June 2013.

David and his wife split their time between Cape Cod, Florida and anywhere else that catches their fancy. He no longer limits himself to five pages a day and is thankful every keystroke for the invention of the word processor.

Contact Info

David Litwack

Email: dave@litwack.com

Website: www.davidlitwack.com

Facebook: David Litwack – Author

Twitter: @DavidLitwack

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6439448.David_Litwack

There Comes a Prophet trailer: http://youtu.be/43girNzSFsw

Along the Watchtower trailer: http://youtu.be/f1JMK-ukaPo

Book Review: Root Bound by Tanya Karen Gough

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Author: Tanya Karen Gough

Genre: Fantasy (MG)

Rating: 4 stars

Purchase: Amazon,  B&N,  Kobo

“A lighthearted, whimsical confection that will delight both kids and their parents’ inner child.” –Kirkus Reviews

How far will you go to find your way home?

Emma and her father are always on the move, travelling from place to place as her father’s work demands. Their new home, however, is different. There’s a frightening woman who lives down the hall: she bears an uncanny resemblance to a witch. A mysterious light comes from her apartment, and a small boy seems to be trapped inside.

School in this town is no happy place either, with an odd principal and a gang of girls who make tormenting Emma their special project. And strangest of all is the fact that there seem to be brownies – basement brownies, in the air vent in her bedroom.

Haunted by visions of her mother, Emma travels through the brownie burrow to the valley of Hades to visit with the goddess Ceres, following a series of clues that lead her across the sea of memory to the centre of the world.

There, on an inhospitable rock floating in a sea of steaming lava, Emma must find a way to release her mother from the sea of memory and restore magic to both the brownie burrow and the human world above.

Oh my, what a joyous read! Teenage Emma and her Dad move into a brand new appartment, but from the moment they move in, they realize they’re not the only ones living in the apartment. Emma starts hearing strange noises. Her next door neighbor is a creepy old woman who reminds her of a fairytale witch. And on top of that, Emma starts having strangen ightmares about her mother…

She goes out to investigate and stumbles upon Brownies, strange creatures living the apartment. They call themselves basement brownies and they live in the air vent in her bedroom. Emma agrees to help the brownies, travelling to the valley of Hades to visit the goddess Ceres following a series of clues. But more may be at stake than just the brownie’s future: Emma’s mom is trapped in the sea of memory. She must save her too, before it’s too late.

This story was imaginative and fun. Emma makes a great heroine. She’s stubborn and strong-minded and not afraid of a little danger. The brownies were amazing. They’re hilarious, and their history is very intriguing. I loved Emma’s journey through the brownie burrow to find the goddess. The book relies a lot on clues, and I had fun thinking them through myself.

This book is ideal for fantasy fans of all ages. Even adults will enjoy this quirky read!

Book Review: Faelon by A.J. Kelton

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Author: A.J. Kelton

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Rating: 4 stars

Purchase: Amazon (Print), Amazon (Kindle), B&N

Who knew that loving a Nephilim could be so dangerous.

Faelon, a 3000-year-old nephilim, fleeing a demonic master, found safety with the church. He has repaid their kindness by translating various artifacts. Father Donovan has watched as Faelon became a recluse, fearing those who would harm him.

Jax, wanting a change, moves to Salem, MA where he finds work as a churches security guard. Not believing that Faelon is a nephilim, he is forced to confront his own beliefs in the supernatural.

Can he learn to accept Faelon, and be the master he requires? Or lose the man he loves to the demons who would harm him.

3000-year-old Nephilim Faelon has been hiding for centuries in an old church, posing as a translator for ancient artifacts, hiding from a demon who kidnapped and tortured him. Jax is a regular human, tired of his old life, yearning for change, who flees to Salem to find the new life he’s been looking for. It’s there, in his new job as church security guard, that he meets Faelon. The two form a bond, but Jax has trouble believing Faelon’s story about his supernatural heritage when he first opens up to him.

Jax and Faelon are both very intriguing characters. Faelon is used to being submissive, and Jax has a tendency toward dominance. They make an excellent couple. I liked Faelon’s background story about how he became the person he was in present day, the supernatural elements, and the MC’s entire relationship. At the beginning of the book, I was reluctant to see where it would lead, but after a few chapters, I was hooked.

The writing was great. It didn’t set off into endless detail, but instead the pace was fast and descriptions detailed but not overly long. The relationship was the drive of this book, but the plot was interesting as well. A nice read for fans of paranormal romance.

Release Day Party The Return

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We’re celebrating the release day party for “The Return”, the second book in the urban fantasy series “The Witch Hunter Saga”.

We’re also hosting a giveaway for two lucky winners! Each of them will receive an eBook copy of “The Witch Hunter” and “The Return”. Want to participate? You can find the giveaway below!

Book Excerpt

Excerpt from The Return (#2 in the Witch Hunter Saga)

Aya vs. Titus Circa 43AD

The door opened slowly with a loud groan. A figure stood in the doorway, his shadow looming across the floor, lit by the warm glow of the torches behind him. There was a sharp intake of breath that gave away that they had thought to find a pile of ash, not a living girl. Slowly lifting her head she was a little surprised to see Titus, not Arturius as she had expected. No matter. He would die just the same.

He walked forward and grabbed her hair, wrenching her head back cruelly. “You were meant to burn, witch,” he spat. “We will just have to find another way to kill you.”
She felt his fangs rake along her exposed neck and involuntarily she shuddered with fear.

He laughed at her reaction and hissed into her ear, “I’m going to have so much fun with you, whore.”
It was now or never. The door was open and Titus felt he was in control. She felt the rage burning inside of her and she gave herself over to it. Her vision burned white around the edges as it consumed her and she felt tightness in her mouth as her own fangs grew for the first time. She didn’t care one bit. Reaching up with impossible speed, she had him around the throat and was hurling him across the room with a scream of rage. He collided with enough force to loosen the stones, dust and rubble showering down on him as he hit the floor. She clutched the back of her head, where he had torn a clump of her hair and as her hand came back wet, she smelt the intoxicating scent of blood as a vampire for the first time. Looking over to Titus she took a step towards him, but he was already back on his feet, black eyes snarling in anger.
Lunging for her, his arms closed on empty space. Looking around wildly, he couldn’t sense her. Suddenly she was behind him, viciously kicking his legs from under him. Falling face forward onto the putrid floor, he spluttered in surprise. Snarling, she grasped one leg and twisted with all her strength. There was an audible crack as it broke and Titus screamed in rage as much as pain. Before he could retaliate, she clutched the other and snapped that, too. She knew he would heal, but he wouldn’t be alive long enough to see it done. He was hobbled and unable to run.
She felt a semblance of her old power rising inside her and she reached out with her mind and grasped it. Straddling Titus she placed her palm over the spot where she felt his erratic heart beat, her outstretched arm and hand burning with blue fire. Grimacing with anger and pain, she dug her fingertips into his skin, all the while Titus writhed in agony, pleading with her to stop. She couldn’t, even if she wanted to. The burning taste of revenge had consumed her. She plunged her hand into his chest cavity and pulverized his heart in the power of her grasp, the blue fire finishing off the pieces she had missed. He jerked, letting out a strangled cry of pain and stilled.
She stood slowly as Titus’ body turned grey, desiccating. Her arms and dress were covered in his blood and she absently licked the back of her hand. Her eyes were completely white, shining in the semi-darkness like pearls. Listening to the sounds of the surrounding castle, she heard movement far above. There were too many layers of stone for anyone to have heard Titus’ screams. She flew from the dungeon and was outside in the courtyard in a second. A few men were in the stable mucking out stalls, but were too busy to notice her. Before anyone could come into the yard, she scaled the outer wall and disappeared into the surrounding forest.

About The Return

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Author: Nicole R. Taylor

Genre: Urban Fantasy

 I’ve wandered my afterlife believing that I was the monster my maker told me I was. It was the only thing I knew. Not even my brother, Sam, could convince me otherwise.

 Not until her. Not until Aya. She walked into my life like a hurricane of destruction and nothing would ever be the same again. None of us could have known what would happen next. What fate had in store…

 I finally grew a heart, only to have it ripped out.

 Now, I will stop at nothing for revenge.

Zac’s afterlife is just going from bad to worse. He grew a heart only to have it torn out by the founding vampire, Arturius.

Nobody is sure what he wants, but Zac doesn’t want to know. He’s more interested in finding a way to end him for good. But, it might just be that he’s after Gabby, who’s harboring a secret of her own, one that Arturius would do anything for.

Aya’s past will come back to haunt Zac in ways he never thought possible and what he finds out will alter everything he ever knew about her. He will uncover a deadly secret that should have remained buried. A secret Aya has fought to keep for thousands of years. One she has killed for.

In the end, who’s secrets will betray them to the one man who wants them all dead? Aya’s or Zac’s?

They’ll need to figure it out sooner rather than later, because death is not an option.

Author Bio

AuthorPhotoNicole R. Taylor is an Australian born paranormal, fantasy and contemporary fiction author. She is a graduate of the University of Ballarat Professional Writing and Editing program and is a former music memorabilia sales person and grocery merchandiser.

She currently lives in Ballarat, Victoria, Australia with a two year old rescue cat named, Burger. She enjoys reading, writing, traveling and a little too much chocolate. One day she hopes to sky dive, but has to work up the courage first.

The first in her new paranormal fantasy series, The Witch Hunter Saga is available in print and eBook.

Links

Blog and Official Website: www.nicolertaylorwrites.com

Twitter: twitter.com/nicole_noir

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Nicole-R-Taylor/452118154855116

GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6907729.Nicole_R_Taylor

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00BIZUT6G

Giveaway

Two lucky winners will each receive an eBook copy of “The Witch Hunter” and an eBook copy of “The Return”. Fill in the Rafflecopter form below to participate.

Click here to participate in the giveaway!

Release Day Party Sunbolt

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For this release day party, we’re doing something different. All tour hosts have written down a post about ‘a cause for concern’, about what they’re concerned about. Here’s a little bit about what I’m concerned about.

People don’t read anymore. Particularly children. Or if they do, they’re stuck behind their computer or eReader, reading from a screen, which is bad for your eyes. But in general, time spent reading is now replaced by time spent watching the Disney Channel or playing the newest video game. It’s easier for parents, I guess. They don’t have to tell kids what a word means, or they don’t have to help them get through a book. Put them in front of the TV or playstation, and enjoy. But parents forget how important reading is. There are still thousands of people on the planet who can’t read. Not being able to read means struggling for the rest of your life to get access to any kind of knowledge. Not being able to read is horrible. You can’t read a road sign. You have no idea what the government papers you received are all about. You have no idea how to follow a manual.

We need to teach our children how to read. And not just because of the practical matters, but also because kids who read, and who like to read, have an obvious advantage in school. It stirs the imagination, leading them to develop their creativity, a much sought-after talent in the nowadays working world.

I’m a librarian, so I notice how each year, less and less children show up at our library. It saddens me, and I wish there was something to do about it.

“A Cause for Concern” celebrates the release of Sunbolt, a YA fantasy novella by Intisar Khanani. Sunbolt tells the story of Hitomi, a young woman with a propensity to play hero when people need saving, and her nemesis, a dark mage slowly amassing power in a bid to control the Eleven Kingdoms. Stories often have an issue at their heart, however big or small, global or personal. This week offers a chance for bloggers (and readers) who love stories to share the issues that are close to their hearts. What do you wish you could change in the world?

About Sunbolt

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Author: Intisar Khanani

Genre: YA Fantasy

The winding streets and narrow alleys of Karolene hide many secrets, and Hitomi is one of them. Orphaned at a young age, Hitomi has learned to hide her magical aptitude and who her parents really were. Most of all, she must conceal her role in the Shadow League, an underground movement working to undermine the powerful and corrupt Arch Mage Wilhelm Blackflame.

When the League gets word that Blackflame intends to detain—and execute—a leading political family, Hitomi volunteers to help the family escape. But there are more secrets at play than Hitomi’s, and much worse fates than execution. When Hitomi finds herself captured along with her charges, it will take everything she can summon to escape with her life.

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sunbolt-The-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B00DE2RXEM/

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sunbolt-intisar-khanani/1115656459

Kobo: http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Sunbolt/book-6RT3k6M3HEqIDYPN-Nv7Yw/page1.html

Author Bio

Khanani_Runaway Pen PhotoIntisar Khanani grew up a nomad and world traveler. Born in Wisconsin, she has lived in five different states as well as in Jeddah on the coast of the Red Sea. She first remembers seeing snow on a wintry street in Zurich, Switzerland, and vaguely recollects having breakfast with the orangutans at the Singapore Zoo when she was five. She currently resides in Cincinnati, Ohio, with her husband and two young daughters. Until recently, Intisar wrote grants and developed projects to address community health with the Cincinnati Health Department, which was as close as she could get to saving the world. Now she focuses her time on her two passions: raising her family and writing fantasy. Intisar is hard at work on two new projects. The first is a companion trilogy to her debut novel Thorn, following the heroine introduced in her free short story The Bone Knife. The second project, The Sunbolt Chronicles, is a novella series following the efforts of a young mage as she strives to bring down her nemesis, a corrupt and dangerous Arch Mage who means to bring the Eleven Kingdoms under his control.

Find the author online

GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17317370-sunbolt

Intisar’s Website: http://thornthenovel.com/

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/booksbyintisar

Giveaway

There’s an awesome giveaway for this release day! Check out the Rafflecopter form below to participate. Winner gets signed copies of various books (YAY), a $100 donated to a charity of their choice, and this gorgeous art print by author T.L. Shreffler:

nurturetheearth_smallT.L. Shreffler on her “Cause for Concern” artwork:

“My “Cause for Concern” is the steadily declining quality of our natural habitat: the earth. We have holes in the ozone layer, global warming, polluted oceans and diminishing forests. I think it is our duty as humans to nurture the earth and protect it, especially because it is in our power to do so. This piece of art represents the love and reverence that we should hold for mother earth.”

Participate in the giveaway!

Book Excerpt from Jack Canon’s American Destiny

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I’m happy to host an excerpt today from “Jack Canon’s American Destiny”. This is a political fiction novel, touring from June 10th to June 17th. If you want to see all tour stops, go here.

Read The Excerpt

Change is seldom easy, but moving into our new offices the final year of the campaign was anything but hard. Sandy decorated our campaign offices with style, comfortable furnishings, light- colored woods, and plenty of glass. She said her taste was as big as my pocketbook, and lucky for us, friends of the campaign had donated plenty of cash to do the job right.

Sandy popped her head around the door. Dressed in a black skirt and form-fitting zebra print blouse, she carefully positioned the toe end of her black stilettos toward the floor to keep the door from closing. I could just see the faint line between her toes as her foot was flexed.

We had a tight spring closer installed right after one of my senior staff accidentally left the door ajar. There are a lot of sensitive issues discussed in here we would never want the rest of the office to know.

“Jack, you’ve got senior staff in 20 minutes.” Sandy’s voice had an almost musical quality. She rarely spoke to me in anything but the most dulcet tones, a trait which matched her pleasing personality.

“Hey, Sandy,” I jumped up from my seat and moved quickly towards her.

“Come with me; I want to show you something.”

“What’s going on, Jack? You seem excited.”

I didn’t answer – instead I led her gently by the arm toward the seventh floor elevator. We passed several staff members busy working at their desks, each calling out like dominoes, one after the other, “Hey Jack.” I smiled and gave thumbs up as Sandy and I hurried past.

“Damn, the elevator’s busy; let’s take the stairs.”

“Do we have enough time, Jack?” Sounding concerned as we turned the corner.

Ignoring the question, I pushed open the door and started down the steps. Sandy had one hand gripping the cold metal railing and her other digging into my arm for support, luckily she had short nails. A couple of years ago, I mentioned I didn’t like the plastic ones she was wearing. The next day she came into the office, plopped both hands down on my desk, and said, “I cut my nails, Jack!”

It was hard for her to move fast in high heels with her skirt fitted snug just above the knee. She managed by holding tight to my arm, scuffing along, taking quick small steps.

“I’m parked on the third floor of the parking garage. Keep going; it’s only one more floor.”

“Jack, I’m out of breath,” Sandy said as I pushed open the door to P3.

We entered a large open area to see a shiny sports car parked alone.

“It’s my new car; you like it?”

“What is it?”

“It’s a car,” Teasing, knowing what she meant.

“I know it’s a car, what kind is it? I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Don’t feel bad. I didn’t know either; I had to look it up. It’s French made, a Bugatti. The guy that delivered it said it’s one of a kind.”

Sitting before us was a machine that pushed the envelope to unreal. Lines so amazing it seemed to be in motion just standing still. The Bugatti Veyron is basically a street legal racecar. Exciting as all hell to drive. I never dreamed I’d own an automobile that could hit a top speed over 250 miles per hour. Truth is, before last night I didn’t even know I wanted one.

My version was custom painted black metallic with shiny chrome over dazzling wheel rims in a wave pattern over the single door. The porcelain moldings formed a body impossible to duplicate with steel alone. The styling was accentuated by a triple round grill that gave the car personality and elevated the handcrafted masterpiece to a work of art. To say this car was rare was an understatement; I’d seen only one similar car and that was in a magazine. The Bugatti was hot, a real head turner, all eyes were on it as I drove to the office this morning.

Sandy said, “It’s beautiful, Jack When did you get it?”

“They just dropped it off last night.” I ran around the car and opened the passenger side door for her.

“Sandy, get in. Let’s go for a spin around the block; we’ve got time.” She tried to enter, first sideways then lowering herself gracefully as far as she could. Instead, she ended up plopping down, practically falling into the very low seat. She crossed her legs, trying to get situated and buckled in. The seats were so steeply angled, they looked like twin toboggans racing downhill. Watching Sandy try to get comfortable, I thought cars like these are not made for long drives or tight skirts.

Sandy warned, “I hope you’re gonna take it easy, Jack?”

“Engine on,” I spoke. The car was outfitted with prototype voice activated control. The engine obeyed, immediately humming to a start. The understated throatiness of the exhaust stood in quiet contrast to all the glass packs out there trying to Sound Street tough. All the gauges lit blue and the dials went to the hilt before settling down. The windows looked like mirrors from the outside and the interior cabin was nearly sound proof.

“Hear that purr?” I revved up the 16 cylinder 1000 horsepower engine, flooring the accelerator several times, burying the tach.

“Look at this thing Sandy – it doesn’t red line until 12,000 rpm!”

Sandy was admiring the leather wrapped interior, running her hands over the dash settling on the round vent of the chrome airstream.

“We won’t need the air conditioner today,” I joked.

“You think? – It’s like 40 degrees outside; I should’ve brought a sweater. You hurried me out so fast I didn’t have time to think. “

I told her, “You won’t need it in here; the cabin heats up in seconds.” The car must have been equipped with some type of radiant heat system.

I flipped the dial and we were warm almost immediately.

Sandy said, “I wonder how they do that; I freeze waiting for my car to heat up. You know, Jack, I never thought I’d say this about a car, but this one is sexy… I guess some guys need this sort of thing.”

I sank back into the driver’s seat richly upholstered in a diamond patchwork of raised blond leather. The headrests had the Bugatti Logo richly embroidered to adorn the center. Everything in the cockpit was chrome or leather trimmed with a fragrant new car smell.

It’s always amused me that people are willing to pay many times the intrinsic value of an item just to obtain the status of a brand. This was not one of those times. We were seated in an example of excellence, worth every penny of the $1.6 million price tag. It wouldn’t have mattered what they called it.

Jack Canon’s American Destiny

6065346[1]Title: Jack Canon’s American Destiny

Author: Greg Sandora

Genre: Political Fiction

Purchase: Amazon (Kindle), Amazon (Paperback), B&N

It’s the steamy summer of 2016 in Washington, D.C. just days before the Democratic National Convention. A long and painful recession has left ordinary Americans suffering, spawning the hottest Presidential Contest in history. Jack Canon, a man born into privilege, a witness to great social injustice is going to be President of the United States–no matter what! Desperate and corrupt, the leader of the free world orders a hit to slow him down. The plan backfires–the wrong people are dead–a manhunt points to the unthinkable–The President of the United States.

Rewind one year, Jack’s focus on redistribution of wealth and energy has made him powerful enemies. Once his friends, Rogue Billionaires, Oil Sheiks, the Mob, all want him gone. The current President wants him alive–thinking he can win against an unabridged liberal. A Universal Raw Nerve of wealth vs. poverty is exposed becoming a thrill ride as deep machinations of espionage, geo-politics and deception, even murder play out. Kind and charismatic, Jack’s just naughty enough to have you falling for him like one of his loving circle of loyal friends. Of course he’s flawed, a dedicated family man, faithful to one woman, but in love with two. Is it his fault his best friend is impossibly jaw dropping beautiful? Think the crime and passion of the Godfather meets the romance and innocence of Camelot. A story that could spark a movement, a book that can seed a revolution. A heart thumping climax so shocking you’ll pull the covers and draw the shades! One things for sure, through all the drama and suspense, you’ll be pulling for Jack!

Author Bio

3929240[1]_optI’m originally from the Portland, Maine area and lived and worked there for years before moving to Southwest Florida. I am currently working on the sequel to Jack Canon’s American Destiny – which will be titled Jack Canon Clean Sweep. The sequel will be available in about three months.

My Dad and Mom were artists, my father painted and my mother wrote poetry and loved to garden. Most Saturdays we loaded up the 1970 Chevy Impala to trek to a one man show somewhere or other. I took a different track graduating with a business degree; owning and operating an Award Winning Franchise Fitness Center. Currently a professional manager I am living in Florida with my beautiful wife and children, and following my passion.

Some of my other projects include a children’s book called Sammy the Sea Turtle – about an infant sea turtle taken from his nest the night he was to find his way to the sea. Sammy lives with the family until their son – the boy who took him, graduates from high school. On that day Sammy, backpack in tow – begins the long journey home.

My second project in the works involves angels – a man during a visit to Bar Harbor Maine encounters an angel; quite accidentally, he is told – she was not supposed to make him aware of her existence. Only three others have ever seen the real thing. Naturally he falls hopelessly in love with the beautiful creature.