INFINITE HOUSE OF BOOKS FLASHBACK: BLOG TOUR – Fevers

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‘Fevers’ by Joel Homer:

Joel HomerPublisher-ebook:  Zac Homer, (April 20, 2014)
Publisher-Print: Bantam
Category: Action/Adventure, Suspense/Thriller, Some Romance
Tour Date: May/June, 2015
Available in: Print & ebook, 261 Pages

FEVERS is a novel unlike any you have ever read. Exotic adventure, white knuckled suspense, torrid romance, and a haunting portrait of three damaged individuals – one man who has turned beast, one who must confront the beast within himself, and the woman torn between them.

Rio de Janeiro. 1984.

There are rumors that somewhere deep in the steamy rainforest of the Amazon a man, once civilized, is hiding in green shadows. To the primitive Brazilian Indios, he is considered their long-awaited “pale-skinned messiah.” Others believe he is an evil god with powers to stir the native masses to a frenzied, killing pitch. And others suspect he might be Michael Fevers.

Into the lush tropics comes a troubled American, rebellious journalist, embittered Vietnam vet, desperate soldier of fortune. William Straw, who soon forms an uneasy alliance with a beautiful anthropologist, continues his tortured upriver journey-from jungle shantytown to opulent plantation, from explosive passion to brutal murder. Whether he is pursuing a story, an adventure, or a chance to finally exorcise his own inner demons, nothing will prepare William Straw for the sudden violence and bizarre cruelty of the one who is waiting ahead — Michael Fevers.

Praise for ‘Fevers’ by Joel Homer:

“Very engrossing novel. It felt a bit like reading a modern version of Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness. The plot moves quickly and smoothly. The excitement never ends.”- Gerald Loev, Amazon Reviewer

Excerpt from the Book:

What manner of man was William Straw?

It was a question Maximilian Perreira asked himself often. As publisher-in-chief of the Rio Heraldo, he had good reason to be satisfied with his star reporter. In the six years since Straw first came to work for the newspaper, the circulation rate had greatly benefited from many a high-echelon scandal. Truly, William had earned his nickname. He was a gadfly, the best kind of gadfly, a gadfly with a penchant for rump of republic.

This gave Perreira pleasure. Loving his country, he hated his republic: the politicians and the military men and the bankers who had been so long the collective proprietor of an unhappy Brazil. He’d fought them all his professional life, first as a reporter himself, later as founder of the increasingly effective Heraldo, and could fully appreciate William Straw’s own battles against greed and hypocrisy and the philosophy of the fist.

Maximilian Perreira shook his head sadly. William took things so, so—personally. And responded with such indiscriminate fury. True, he’d been exposed to much excess in Vietnam, but he was a journalist now, by choice, and he lived in Brazil, also by choice, and no journalist in Brazil could afford to lose his objectivity.

This Indio business . . .

The government’s methods of dealing with the tribal peoples of the Amazon were shameful, and William had done well to reveal so many of the abuses. But the deeper he dug, the deeper he seemed to fall. It was almost as if the reporter were atoning for others’ sins. The drinking and brawling had become progressively worse. There’d been several unfortunate incidents. Nothing serious as yet. But the knives had long been out for the North American reporter. Powerful men, stung by O Tavão, were ready to retaliate in kind.

How long has it been now since he last called me? Two weeks? No. Closer to three.

He should never have allowed Straw to go off on his own. When the reporter had first come to him with the wild tale of an Indio insurrection in the upper reaches of the Amazon Basin, he should have flatly refused to authorize the investigation.

In which case, the publisher reflected ruefully, William would have investigated anyway.

Perreira pushed his chair away from the clutter of his desk and stared out the office window. On every side rose the spires of downtown Rio, opalescent in the bright morning sun. Here, atop his own hard-won tower, he was surrounded by the soaring headquarters of his old enemies. The oil cartels. The landowners’ combines. The banking houses. The bustling hives of the bureaucrats and soldiers and police.

Does he know? Does William know how truly dangerous they are?

The intercom buzzed.

“Yes, Vivi?”

“William Straw,” his secretary announced. “On line one.”

Perreira snatched up the phone and punched the appropriate button.

“William!”

“‘Lo, Max.”

“Are you all right? Where are you? It’s been weeks, you damn madman!”

“I was just waiting till I had something worth calling about. Turn on your machine, Max.”

Perreira pressed another button.

“Go ahead, William.”

“Okay. First thing, there’s lots of static on the basin about some upriver tribe called the Capo. Seems these Capo have been kicking much ass lately. It’s not a blood feud, Max, and it’s not territorial, either. Word is the beaten tribes are being absorbed into the Capo ranks. Oh, and you’re going to love this: the whole kit and caboddle’s being run by a white man. A norte-americano. Bearded like a jaguar, and impervious to darts, spears, axes, and bullets.”

“Nonsense.”

“So how come the F.S.U.’s snapping at my heels?”

“The F.S.U.?”

“In the evil flesh. I had a confab with one of them yesterday on the boat.”

“What boat? Where are you, William?”

“Xueloc, the skunk cabbage of the Amazon.”

“And what are you doing there?”

“Following tracks. I’m trying to find this old professor who knows our man in the jungle. His name’s . . . Roberto Aguzar. What’s wrong, Max?”

“One minute, William. There was a noise on the line. Are you using a safe phone?”

“Who the hell knows, Max. There are only two phones in the whole damn village. One’s in the custody of the Comandante de Polícia. I decided to pass it by, knowing how you tend to fret. This one’s at my hotel.”

“There! I heard it again.”

“So the phone’s tapped. So what? This is the F.S.U., Max. They’re not going to hear anything they don’t already know.”

“William? I want you back here.”

“You’re getting old, Max.”

“I am old, William. And it took some skill to reach my present age. If you don’t respect me, then respect at least my instincts for self-preservation. Don’t interfere with the F.S.U., William.”

“I honor every gray hair on top your old bowed head, Max. But we’re talking story. A big fat story.”

“Then report it when it’s done. This isn’t a request, William. I’m ordering you back.”

“Sorry, Max.”

“It isn’t the story, damn it! You were never that interested in stories.”

“I’m a good reporter.”

“You’re a terrible reporter. You do everything wrong. You get involved. You interfere. You get your story, yes, and the story’s always fine, but that’s just incidental to your real purpose.”

“And that is?”

“I don’t know, William. At first, I thought you were trying to kill yourself. Later, I thought you simply had a taste for the edge. Now? I don’t know. I do know I’d prefer you to remain alive, though.”

“Trust me, Max. Everything’ll be fine. I’m going to save the world and get the girl and ride off into the sunset.”

“William, enough of this, I want you to come—”

There was a click as the reporter hung up.

The publisher kept his ear pressed to the receiver. After a moment, there was a second click. Maximilian Perreira nodded his head slowly, sadly, and cradled the phone.

About Joel Homer:Joel Homer

Joel Homer was raised in Greenwich Village, attended New York University and was a medal-winning veteran from the Vietnam war. Upon returning to the states, he began his writing career as a senior editor at Saturday Review.

His books include “Marathons” and “Jargon.” His produced plays include “Scenes Dedicated to My Brother,” “What People Do When They’re All Alone,” and “The Lieutenant Snuffs the Light.” In 1984 he was the first recipient of the prestigious Glickman Award for playwriting. His last play ‘Private Scenes” was a huge hit in San Francisco. While working in Los Angeles, he co-wrote the original script for “Beauty and the Beast” for EuroDisney….to date the most popular stage play in Disney’s history.

Joel Homer passed away in 2003 at the age of 58.

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INFINITE HOUSE OF BOOKS FLASHBACK: BLOG TOUR – No Rest for the Wicked

 

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Dane Cobain - No Rest for the Wicked Cover

ABOUT THE BOOK

When the Angels attack, there’s NO REST FOR THE WICKED.

Father Montgomery, an elderly priest with a secret past, begins to investigate after his parishioners come under attack, and with the help of Jones, a young businessman with an estranged child, Montgomery begins to track down the origin of the Angels.

The Angels are naked and androgynous. They speak in a dreadful harmony with no clear leader. These aren’t biblical cherubs tasked with the protection of the righteous – these are deadly creatures of light that have the power to completely eradicate.

When Jones himself is attacked, Father Montgomery knows he has to act fast. He speaks to the Angels and organises a final showdown where he’s asked to make the ultimate sacrifice.

INTERVIEW WITH THE AUTHOR


What initially got you interested in writing?

Good question! When I was a kid, I used to make up songs and record them on cassette tapes, and so I learned to play guitar as a teenager so that I could write better songs. I wanted to be a rockstar until I was about sixteen, when I started messing around with poetry and short stories – some of them were pretty good, and so I took it a lot more seriously, spent more and more time doing it, and the rest is history!

How did you decide to make the move into being a published author?

That was always the goal, really – I’d self-published a bunch of books, but I didn’t really bother to promote them properly because their quality was nowhere near as good as you can get from working with a publisher.

I saw self-publishing as something that I did purely so I could hold a copy of the book in my hands after I’d written it, and I guess it was kind of an exercise in ego. Being published properly is something entirely different, because it shows that other people believe in your work (enough to commit their money to it), and it automatically gives an author a higher level of authority. It’s so easy to self-publish these days that anyone can do it, but not anyone can have their work accepted by a publisher!

 

What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?

 

It depends! With the book that I have coming out at the moment, I just hope that people read it and enjoy it – there’s no deep message to it or anything like that. In fact, I purposefully tried to avoid it – the main character is a priest and I’m a staunch atheist, and so I had to make sure that I didn’t imply that religion is a bad thing or anything like that. In the context of No Rest for the Wicked, it’s just a thing – totally neutral. But with most of my work, I’m just happy if it makes the reader think!

 

What do you find most rewarding about writing?

I just have a natural compulsion to write – it’s like scratching an itch. It’s a bit like being a smoker – when you smoke a cigarette, it’s not necessarily a pleasurable experience, but it does satisfy a craving. I guess the most rewarding thing overall is actually holding a finished, printed book in your hands, and knowing that you created it from scratch.

What do you find most challenging about writing?

Finding the time! I’m always so busy, because I have a day job to worry about and I’m also heavily involved with Forsaken, the horror imprint that I’m being published through. I’ve been helping to manage projects for over twenty other writers, which certainly keeps you busy! What with one thing and another, it’s just tricky to find the time to get things done!

What advice would you give to people want to enter the field?


Read and write, as much as you can! It’s hugely important that you build up a good knowledge of the written word and how other writers are using it, because you can pick up on some of the techniques that other writers are using and adapt them to suit your needs. It’s also important to learn as much as you can about marketing, because that’s one of the most important skills that an author can have!

 

What ways can readers connect with you?

They can find me on my website (http://www.danecobain.com), or they can follow me on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/danecobainmusic) and Twitter (http://www.twitter.com/danecobain) if they’d like to be kept up-to-date with the latest stuff as and when it happens.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Dane Cobain

Dane Cobain is a writer, poet and musician from a place you’ve probably never heard of, somewhere in England. When he’s not writing books, he’s reading and reviewing them on his book blog – SocialBookshelves.com – or working at his day job in social media marketing. Find him at Facebook.com/DaneCobainMusic or follow @DaneCobain on Twitter.

INFINITE HOUSE OF BOOKS FLASHBACK: PUBLISHER GUEST POST – Mark Stevens on Gary Reilly

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THE LATEST BOOK FROM THE PEN OF GARY REILLY

Pick Up at Union Station Cover

 

Gary Reilly

PICKUP AT UNION STATION

Running Meter Press (June 19, 2015)

 

GUEST POST FROM THE PUBLISHER, MARK STEVENS

Who finishes dinner and does “the dish”?

Who wants to earn only the precise amount of money—and no more?

Who wonders why anybody wants to “do” anything?

Who hides his daily cab-driving earnings in his copy of Finnegan’s Wake, the one book he knows that nobody will ever steal?

His name is Brendan Murphy, a.k.a. “Murph.”

He is the self-deprecating anti-hero , so far, of six novels in The Asphalt Warrior series. The seventh, Pick Up At Union Station, comes out on Friday, June 19.

Murph is one of a kind. He lives alone in his crow’s nest apartment in Denver. He tries, desperately, to never get involved in the lives of his fares (and usually fails). He tries to write a best-selling novel as a ticket to fame, but does more thinking and fretting than writing. He has a problem with developing plots. He’s afraid of being stuck writing “formula fiction” and worries that he might be seen as having even too little talent “to sink that low.”

Murph is the alter-ego of his creator, Gary Reilly.  Gary died in 2011, leaving behind 25 completed novels (11 of those featuring “Murph”). Like Murph, none of Gary’s novel-length fiction was ever published. “I really ought to stop writing novels and try to fail at something more realistic,” thinks Murph. “Like cliff diving.”

Murph is getting noticed. So is Gary Reilly. Two of the six books to date have been named as finalists in the prestigious Colorado Book Awards (Ticket to Hollywood in 2013 and Doctor Lovebeads in 2014).  And last December, a book reviewer on National Public Radio raved about the series as among the best books he had read that year. He called Murph’s approach to life “huge fun.”

Why? Because Murph is refreshing. He’s got a unique approach. He wonders, at the deepest levels and always with humor, about fundamental motivations in life. He is a diehard Bohemian. Every move in life deserves careful measure. Murph is a master over-thinker. The smallest decisions are thoroughly evaluated. Murph tried the corporate environment once, a fictional office he refers to as “Dyna-Plex,” but didn’t comprehend its function or purpose—or his role in the organization. “The problem with Dyna-Plex was that you had to pretend to be working when you sat at your desk,” says Murph. “As far as I was concerned that was taking fraud just a little too far.”

He bailed and returned to the world of driving a cab.

But Murph is not an embittered loner. As the world passes through his back seat, Murph shows us over and over that he’ll go out of his way to make things right. He returns a lost purse—and gets tangled up in a murder investigation. He goes looking for two missing girls—and finds himself going donning hippie garb to go undercover in a Boulder commune. He inadvertently gives a bank robber a ride—and wrestles with a decision that could change the entire trajectory of his life.

Murph relishes his loner status but at every turn demonstrates his complete entanglement in the world and his willingness to help, when needed.

Murph’s perspective on the world, like all great literature (yes, literature), is one-of-a-kind. Murph, of course, is Gary Reilly’s alter-ego, and Murph very much embodied Gary’s musings on the world and what motivates people to get out of bed and go about their business, whatever it is.

I read all the Murph novels when Gary was still around, when I had the chance to tell him how hard I had laughed.  I think Gary thought about life harder than anyone I ever met. He was amused by motivation, organizations, personal goals, agendas and egos. He poured his heart and soul into Murph.

You’ve heard of unreliable narrators? Murph is the opposite. He’s truthful—and funny as hell—to the bone.

ABOUT THE PUBLISHER

Mark Stevens is the Denver-based author of the Allison Coil Mystery Series—Antler Dust (2007), Buried by the Roan (2011), Trapline (2014) and Lake of Fire (Sept., 2015). Buried by the Roan was a 2012 finalist for The Colorado Book Award. Trapline won the 2015 Colorado Authors League Award for genre fiction and is a finalist for the 2015 Colorado Book Award. Mark is co-owner, along with Pulitzer Prize-winning editorial cartoonist Mike Keefe, of Running Meter Press, the publishing house that is bringing Gary Reilly’s works to readers everywhere.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Gary Reilly was a writer.

Simply stated, that was the essence of the man.

Born in Arkansas City, Kansas he spent his early years in Kansas and Colorado in a large Irish-Catholic family–seven brothers and sisters. The family moved to Denver where Gary attended parochial high school, graduating in 1967.

He served two years in the army, including a tour in Vietnam as a military policeman.

After discharge, Gary majored in English at Colorado State University and continued studies at the Denver campus of the University of Colorado.

All along, his overarching ambition was to write fiction. And he did, prodigiously. His first published short story, The Biography Man, was included in the Pushcart Prize Award anthology in 1979.

Later he turned to novels, several based on his army experiences. While he wrote both serious and genre fiction, his greatest invention was the character, Murph, a likable, bohemian Denver cab driver. Starting with The Asphalt Warrior, Gary cranked out eleven Murph novels.

His dedication to writing did not include self promotion. Instead of seeking agents and publishers, he focussed on his craft, writing and rewriting, polishing to perfection. He wrote well over twenty novels before he thought he was ready make his work public.

Unfortunately, he passed away in March, 2011, before he could realize that dream.

Friends and family remember Gary as a fun-loving, generous soul who always had time for other writers, helping them shape their work, getting it ready for print.

Now, through Running Meter Press and Big Earth Publishing in Boulder, Colorado, Gary Reilly’s fiction is finally coming to bookstores in Colorado and across the nation.

Catch INFINITE HOUSE OF BOOKS’ previous guest post with co-publisher Mike Keefe about Gary Reilly on the companion Tumblr site, containing the “best of” the site prior to 2015!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

INFINITE HOUSE OF BOOKS FLASHBACK: BLOG TOUR – Timeless Endings

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Author Bio:

 

 

Alexandra Forry has an incredible talent for living vicariously through the colorful and intriguing escapades of her strong female characters and successful leading men. Her first book, “Omerta Affair,” based on the true story of mafia boss Tony Torino and his paramour Evelyn Rosenberg has recently been adapted and re-released as “Timeless Endings”–romance fiction. Her latest book, “Wildflower,” is an adventure in coming of age for both a young orphan and her repressed aunt who is trapped in a destructive marriage. It is a beautiful story of life, hope, growth, and triumph and deals with many of the traumas of youth, such as bullying.
Alexandra Forry is familiar with life’s challenges. She was born and raised in Las Vegas, Nevada, where she lives with her loving grandparents. Alexandra has conquered the limitations of Cerebral Palsy to write exciting and engaging novels. She has completed a number of talks and internet book tours and is a member of the Las Vegas Romance Writers and RWA.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Book Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform

 

Release Date: February 27, 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Book Description:

Evelyn turned toward the lights of the city. The view was breathtaking as she stood looking down on Las Vegas, lovingly wrapped in Tony’s arms. It was a moment she would keep deep in her heart, forever. “Look at this-The City of Gold!” Evelyn exclaimed as Tony kissed her forehead. “And it’s all ours, Eve!” Thus begins a heartwarming and harrowing tale of life and forbidden love lost to one generation and found in the next. Caught between a turbulent love triangle that shook the very foundations of the Mafia’s Las Vegas Empire, and a deadly struggle for wealth and power, Mob Boss and “King of Las Vegas” Tony Torino, his mistress hustler and onetime showgirl Evelyn Rosenberg, and her husband top Chicago mobster Charlie “Gus” Rosenberg live and love in defiance of the violent and unforgiving laws of the Mafia. All that remains is Evelyn’s carefully preserved diary left by Gus to be discovered by his daughter Adriane and Tony’s son Victor as they pack up her late father’s belongings. Through the vivid and brilliant use of flashbacks, juxtaposed with current events, we witness one of the most beautiful and ill-fated love stories of the last century. As Victor, a forest ranger who fled his family’s Mob past, and Adriane, an attorney being pressured to work for the Mafia, read through the diary old hatreds and new alliances rise leaving us to wonder if history will repeat itself.

 

 

 

 

Excerpt:

 

 

“Adriane, look at what I found,” Victor said peering closely at the photo.

 

“What?” she said, walking over to him.

 

“It’s a picture of your parents, my parents and two other couples sitting on the sofa at your old home. Hey, I remember taking this photo at a party!”

 

“Ah, it must have been taken before my mom went and slept with your dad,” Adriane said, looking at the photo.

 

“Seems like your dad was trying to figure out what happened back in Las Vegas. What a coincidence this is. We were just talking about it!”

 

“Victor! It’s a photo that my dad kept in his desk, nothing more!”

 

She rolled her eyes as Victor looked over at her and then down at the very bottom drawer of the desk. He bent down and pulled it open.

 

A look of astonishment crossed his face.

 

“Adriane, what if we have the story wrong about what happened in Vegas long ago?”

 

“Victor, did you forget? My dad told his side of the story to the person who wrote that sickening movie. My dad had no reason to lie about what happened!”

 

“If you say so, but I think that you need to take a look in this drawer.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Schedule

 

 

May 14 – Author Interview at Deal Sharing Aunt

 

May 18 – Spotlight at IndieWritersReview

 

May 20 – Spotlight at Jody’s Book Reviews

 

May 22 – Spotlight at The Writers Revolution

 

May 25 – Interviewed at Bellevue Book Reviews

 

May 27 – Review & Interview at The Booksnake Etc.

 

May 27 – Guest Blogging at Lori’s Reading Corner

 

May 29 – Spotlight at My Book Tour

 

June 1 – Reviewed at Dreams Come True Through Reading

 

June 3 – Spotlight at Books, Books The Magical Fruit

 

June 5 – Interviewed at Author CA Milson

 

June 5 – Guest Blogging at Infinite House Of Books

 

June 8 – Interviewed at My Life, Loves and Passions

 

June 10 – Interviewed at Bikers With Books

 

June 12 – 5 Things I Know For Sure at CAT Magazine

 

June 15 – Review & Guest Blogging at Jersey Girl Book Reviews

 

June 17 – Spotlight at Black Coffee, Brown Cow

 

June 19 – Guest Blogging at Ghost Rider Book Promotions

 

June 22 – XoXo Book Blog

 

June 24 – Interviewed at BK Walker Books Etc.

 

June 26 – Author 2 Author Marketing at BK Walkers Cafe

 

June 29 – 6 Besties at BK Walker Books