Eddy Hart, a not so hard-boiled private investigator in 1940’s Hollywood, isn’t too happy acting as bodyguard for a big time comedy duo, who are anything but funny off stage. But, the trouble the comics cause is nothing compared to what happens when Eddy’s future father-in-law arrives in town. Eddy needs to make the right moves to outwit con-artists, corrupt businessmen, and a hitman or two in order to keep his in-law from becoming an outlaw…or a corpse.
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Tuesday, August 28, 2018
You Gotta Have Hart by D. P. Gertner @madmonc
Eddy Hart, a not so hard-boiled private investigator in 1940’s Hollywood, isn’t too happy acting as bodyguard for a big time comedy duo, who are anything but funny off stage. But, the trouble the comics cause is nothing compared to what happens when Eddy’s future father-in-law arrives in town. Eddy needs to make the right moves to outwit con-artists, corrupt businessmen, and a hitman or two in order to keep his in-law from becoming an outlaw…or a corpse.
Tuesday, August 21, 2018
The Curse of the Silver Pharaoh by Pip Ballantine @PhilippaJane and Tee Morris @TeeMonster
While Verity Fitzroy loses herself in magical mechanizations and fantastical science of London, she harbours secrets of the death of her parents, of a mystery she can't leave alone, and of her power over machinery that both excites and terrifies her. Verity is part of the Ministry Seven, street orphans that work for Agent Harrison Thorne of the Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences. Under his guidance, a whole new adventure begins for them all, investigating the strange, the unusual, and the bizarre.
When an Egyptologist from the British Museum is kidnapped, the only clue leads to the Delancy Academy, an elite school for gifted, young scientists. Now the Seven are called upon to go where Ministry agents cannot, and within the school Verity uncovers an ancient evil that could herald the end of the world.
The Seven set down a dangerous path of intrigue, mystery, and murder; and find that ancient curses are especially difficult to contend with when you have Chemistry assignments due the next day.
From the creators of the award-winning steampunk series comes a new adventure set in the Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences universe.
Friday, August 17, 2018
Upon A Midnight Clear by Ian Thomas Healy @ianthealy
On Christmas Eve, somewhere out in the Asteroid Belt, a lonely prospector happens across something he never expected to find.
Thursday, August 16, 2018
The Green Ember by S. D. Smith @SDSmith_
Heather and Picket are extraordinary rabbits with ordinary lives until calamitous events overtake them, spilling them into a cauldron of misadventures. They discover that their own story is bound up in the tumult threatening to overwhelm the wider world. Kings fall and kingdoms totter. Tyrants ascend and terrors threaten. Betrayal beckons, and loyalty is a broken road with peril around every bend.
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Tuesday, August 14, 2018
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Monday, August 6, 2018
Available Now! Conspirators of the Lost Sock Army and the Loose Change Collection Agency by Dan O'Brien
Synopsis: Have you ever
wondered where your loose change went? The missing sock that
disappears without a trace: where could it be? Robert has seen it
all. He spends his days watching awful daytime television and taking
extended naps on his plush couch. One day, a strange little man
appears beneath his couch, a leprechaun named Colin. Together, they
hatch a plan to reclaim Colin's lost fortune and defeat an army of
lost socks and an evil gremlin. Carefully illustrated by the talented
Steve Ferchaud, it reminds us that you’re never too old to have one
more adventure. Loved by adults and children, this illustrated fairy
tale is meant to be read aloud.
Robert heard the voice again, the thick Irish accent clear as the
little man spoke. “That’d be like me calling ye human all the
time, not very polite that’d be.”
He opened his eyes slowly and saw the little man, the leprechaun,
perched on the couch. Reclined back against the armrest, a pipe snug
between his teeth, he snapped his fingers.
The light of the overturned lamp flickered on and floated back to the
now right-side-up table. Robert watched in disbelief, his mouth
hanging open and a bewildered look plastered across his face.
Robert pointed shakily. “Not a leprechaun?” he asked, the
confused expression deepening.
The leprechaun sighed and stepped off the edge of the couch and
landed upon the air as if it were another floor. The smoke from his
pipe followed the tiny sprite as he stopped close to the huddled man.
He tipped his tam-o’-shanter and pulled the pipe from his lips.
“We haven’t the time for this, laddie. I require your help,
Robert Pendleton, and I be afraid that I have little time for lengthy
introductions. You can call me Colin.”
Robert’s face twisted in befuddlement.
“Colin, the leprechaun,” he repeated––a long pause before he
breathed once more.
“Just Colin, less you want me to be calling ye Robert, the human,
all the time,” chided the sprite as he blew a colossal bundle of
smoke from his lips.
Robert opened his mouth and then snapped it shut. His mind spun.
“What can I do for you, Colin?” he finally managed to say.
The leprechaun eyed him for a moment and then as quick as Robert
could blink, the sprite rested comfortably on the couch once more.
“That’s better, laddie. Though I imagine you be thinking of
pinchin’ yerself to see if this be real. I can assure ye that this
be no dream.”
Robert nodded numbly.
“I be from another world just outside the one you know. A place of
magic and wonder,” began the leprechaun, ignoring the vacant look
on Robert’s face as he continued. “And in this place, we sprites
live quite happily. You’ve heard of a leprechaun’s pot-o-gold?”
Friday, August 3, 2018
Thursday, August 2, 2018
Cherophobia by Ismail M Taher. @IsmailMtaher
Influenced by personal struggles, 'Cherophobia' is a heartfelt literary romance taking the readers on a journey through the minds of suffering souls and the silent struggles of mental illness.
John Murray, a bright young college student burdened by his tragic past, meets his opposite, June Waters, a high-spirited indie musician who changes his beliefs about life and happiness. John's life completely transforms when his new friend and roommate, unintentionally, leads him into meeting Isabelle, a victim of past abuse. The cavity in Isabelle's heart gets filled as she finds herself developing an unorthodox love to a stranger she met a day before, who in turn, risks his very own life to stay with her. Soon after, the dots start coming together and each one of the characters realizes that they're all connected to some degree.
Will John and Isabelle bring the best out in each other and conquer their pain? Or will they all be defeated and pulled back into darkness, haunted by their traumatic pasts?
Can you be happy when all your life you've known nothing but sadness?
Wednesday, August 1, 2018
Available Now! The Hobbes Family by Dan O'Brien
Synopsis: The world had ended
abruptly and without warning. How will a family navigate a world that
seems bent on destroying them? Follow them in this exciting new
serial adventure.
As Michael looked out the broken window of the convenience store, he
grimaced. The tall blue oaks that surrounded the building on two
sides were dusted with frost; the ground was an amalgam of crystal
sheets broken only by brave stalks of undergrowth that dared the
frigid touch of the gales. The building wouldn’t serve as a
long-term solution. However, it would be useful until the weather
broke.
The trek out of the suburban areas began in the family Subaru.
Highway 99 was so overrun with smoldering and abandoned vehicles that
the Hobbes family was forced to make the remainder of the trek on
foot. The winter months proved disastrous. Often, the snow levels
came down into the valley for a day, sprinkling unsuspecting areas
with brief, beautiful moments of frozen precipitation.
This was different.
A storm settled in the valley, trapped and angry.
When the sun managed to peek through the clouds above, it almost felt
bearable. But the great star was soon obfuscated behind a gray wall
once more, bloated and teeming with fury as a fresh zephyr of snow
and blinding particulates dragged the valley.
Michael looked over at his wife. Susanna’s high cheekbones were
prominent and the sallowness of her cheeks from periodic starvation
saddened Michael as much as he was capable.
He hadn’t fared much better.
His beard grew in with dark clumps and gray patches; his bedraggled
hair was curly in places despite its length. Were it on purpose, he
imagined Susanna running her long fingers through it and calling it
cute.
The store weathered the apocalypse.
Shelves remained intact for the most part, though they were barren
fields. Coolers were popped open. Overturned cans, smashed and left
for dead, littered the floor.
This was someone else’s last stand.