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<\/a>Heroes & Villains is releasing August 14th<\/b> (tomorrow!) from Less Than Three Press<\/a>. You can pre-order it now if you don’t already have a copy. Or if you want to try and win yourself a copy, follow the blog tour. A winner will be drawn August 19th, and since there’s five stops, you have five chances to win. Awesome. <\/p>\n- \n
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- The Armchair Reader<\/a> – Aug 12th with the awesome Cole Riann<\/a>.<\/li>\n
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- It’s Raining Men<\/a> – Aug 13th.<\/li>\n
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- Pants Off Reviews<\/a> – Aug 14th.<\/li>\n
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- World of Diversity Fiction<\/a> – Aug 15th.<\/li>\n
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- Megan Derr’s LJ – Aug 16th.<\/li>\n
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And if you don’t know Heroes & Villains, it’s the first full-length novel in my superhero series chronicling the life of Vereint and Warrick.<\/p>\n
Set in a semi-dystopian world where everyone can have superpowers if they’re lucky in the genetic lottery or they have enough money to buy some, Vereint starts off wanting to be a superhero like his idol Blue Ice. He was lucky enough to be born with metabilities, so he set off to build himself a secret identity and became the superhero Starburst.<\/p>\n
Quickly nicknamed Candy Ass for being so lame.<\/p>\n
Everyone seems against him, especially the man he spent his teenaged years admiring, Blue Ice. It feels as though nothing he does is every enough, he needs to break out of his humdrum life where he has an office job for money and is mercilessly mocked every time he goes out to help people. Nothing he does seems to alleviate the public’s opinion and he feels like he can’t take it anymore…<\/p>\n
So he doesn’t. He sheds his superhero skin and becomes the supervillain Darkstar.<\/p>\n
He’s no Lex Luthor plotting and planning world domination. He’s out to have some fun and make some money. He’s not interested in atrocities, especially when they’re done in his name. He’s got no interest in minions or followers and he’s a little creeped out by all the fanfic. He’s just a guy with superpowers having a good time and committing some crimes.<\/p>\n
Though it’s kind of cool that Blue Ice is his arch-nemesis. There’s nothing like making the guy that bullied you squirm.<\/p>\n
Darkstar x Blue Ice.<\/p>\n
(And suddenly I started sounding like a commercial for toys. Unfortunately, I talk like that in real life too. Never ask me to describe a stirling engine<\/a>. It gets real weird real fast.)<\/p>\n
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Plus there’s this \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\nAcross Two Divides: Arc One comprises Chapters 1-10 and is available now from Amazon<\/a><\/b> and Smashwords<\/a><\/b> for $2.99.<\/p>\n
You can still catch up with the free version at FictionPress<\/a>. But look, I made such a nice cover! I’m so proud of myself.<\/p>\n
This is my soap opera romance novel family life story. I’m already planning out all these story arcs that these people can go through. The assassination attempts, the killer allergies, the grief for a cousin that’s gone… This is totally my soothing brain story.<\/p>\n
And this is the same world as The Panic Pure and From Diamond to Coal, so there might be crossings with Arianetta and his creepiness, or William with his giant robots.<\/p>\n
EXCERPT<\/b><\/span>:<\/p>\n
-FRANKIE-<\/p>\n
Sitting broody on his couch wasn’t something that Frankie did very often, though he’d caught himself drinking more and more until he was starting to get vaguely concerned. It was one thing to be a social drinker, and something completely different for him to need a drink in his hand to be able to even think about facing his day.<\/p>\n
Looking around his living room, his accomplishments hanging from every wall, he should have felt proud but it was just empty accolades from people he didn’t care about.<\/p>\n
He looked down at the magazine still held in his hand and tossed it away with a grimace before taking another swallow from his tumbler of scotch.<\/p>\n
It was just a stupid magazine and he shouldn’t let it get to him, but it was the little things that always ended up cutting him the most. He’d had a lot of respect for Hester Mann, but it looked like that feeling wasn’t returned, to the point that she’d written such an awful article about him. It was like a straight stab to the heart.<\/p>\n
Frankie let himself flop sideways on the couch, resting his head on a fat red decorative pillow, the rich brocade probably leaving marks against his cheek.<\/p>\n
As a kid he’d believed that fame would bring happiness and everything that he wanted out of life. Instead, he’d found himself emptier than ever.<\/p>\n
“I’ve got a black hole heart,” he muttered, then barked a laugh that sounded more like the start to tears.<\/p>\n
He held his arm up in front of his face, making the medical alert bracelet dance and sparkle against his wrist bone. He could see the reflected light hitting the opposing wall and that entertained him for a while. Anything not to think about Hester Mann and her strange vendetta against him.<\/p>\n
His thoughts were broken by the vibrating buzz of his phone in his front pocket and he had to fumble around to get it out. “Hello?” He was proud that the word came out clearly and not the slurred mess it might have been.<\/p>\n
“Francis? This is Christian.” There was something dark in the man’s voice that had Frankie forcing himself upright on the couch. He didn’t even care that Christian had used his real name.<\/p>\n
“What’s wrong?” he demanded.<\/p>\n
There was the sound of a heavy sigh. “Do you think you could come and see Nicholas?”<\/p>\n
“Why? Is he all right?” Frankie was worried, more worried than he’d thought he could be. There was just something so fragile about Nicholas, a brokenness that no one had ever been able to completely fix.<\/p>\n
“I don’t know,” Christian said. “He was fine at work, then there was a bit of an accident with some spilled coffee and now he’s crawled into bed and I just don’t know what’s going on with him.”<\/p>\n
“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Frankie said. “You still at that one hotel?”<\/p>\n
“Yeah, the same one we always stay at,” Christian said, then gave the room number. “Hurry.”<\/p>\n
“I’ll be there.”<\/p>\n
Hanging up his phone, Frankie wasn’t sure he would be able to make it there as easily as he’d thought. He’d already drunk more than enough scotch and he wasn’t sure just how steady his legs were going to be, but it wasn’t like he had a lot of choice. Nicholas needed him to be there for him.<\/p>\n
He’d failed before, but never again.<\/p>\n
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