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Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Comic Review: House of Montressor from Action Lab

THE HOUSE OF MONTRESSOR TPB
Writer(s): Enrica Jang, based on characters created by Edgar Allan Poe
Artist Name(s): Jason Strutz
Cover Artist(s): Jason Strutz

132 pgs. / Rated. T / FC $19.99 
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Read Edgar Allan Poe’s gothic classic, THE CASK OF AMONTILLADO, and a new sequel, THE HOUSE OF MONTRESOR, collected together in this trade paperback!

Decades have passed since Lord Fortunato’s mysterious disappearance and Edana Fortunato is her family’s sole surviving heir. Before she inherits, Edana is summoned to the family estate to meet her guardian, the enigmatic Count Montresor. She embarks on the journey, unprepared for secrets still to be revealed, unaware that a killer has set the stage for one final act of revenge.


This collection opens with a comic adaptation of Edgar Allen Poe’s short story Cask of Amontilladoand House of Montressor issues 1-4 follow. House of Montressor serves as a sequel to Cask using the characters of Fortunato and Montressor as inspiration. Montressor invites Edana Fortunato, the granddaughter of ill-fated Fortunato, to his estate under the guise of dispensing her inheritance. She must remain in the estate for the full month leading to her 25th birthday before she can collect. However, Edana is in residence only a short time before she realizes she and her travelling companion Ingrid are in grave danger.


Jang’s story is compelling and dark. She uses the ideas of the original tale and spins a web of family betrayal, deceit, and madness. The story is in keeping with Poe’s tales of dark treachery. Strutz’s artwork is a fine compliment to Jang’s story. It’s dark and dismal creating a perfect mood for the unfolding tale. Overall, I found the story unfolds rather quickly and could’ve perhaps been more fully developed. The artwork was so dark and, at times, frantic, I had some difficulty following the flow of the story.

In the end, the story is bleak and unforgiving, much like the original. If you’re a Poe fan, I encourage you to check out this collection. It was a rather quick and entertaining read.

4 sheep




Bianca Greenwood


Book Review: Unexpected Eden (Eden Book 1) by Rhenna Morgan + giveaway

Unexpected Eden (Eden Book 1)
by Rhenna Morgan
Genre: Contemporary Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Rhenna Morgan
December 29, 2014
Number of pages: 234
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow

Paradise, love and power. . .and a prophecy with a price. 

Most people believe Eden no longer exists. Lexi Merrill's about to learn they're wrong. A hard-working bartender with a self-sufficient backbone and a wary nature, she knows pickup lines like a second language. So, when Eryx Shantos barges into her world with too-smooth words and a body to back it up, she locks up her libido and vows to keep her distance. 

Eryx has other ideas. As king of the Myren race, Eryx is duty-bound to enforce the laws preventing exposure of their existence to humans. Yet The Fates have led him through his dreams to Lexi, a temptation he doesn't want to resist. The question is, is she Myren, or human - which makes her forbidden fruit? 

When Eryx's nemesis tags Lexi as his next target, Eryx insists on taking her home where he can keep her safe. Lexi had no idea "home" would mean the one-and-only land of creation. . .or that she'd trigger a prophecy that could doom her newfound race.

Well heck this was a pleasant surprise! New to me author Rhenna Morgan sure can craft a detailed and entertaining story! Basically bartender Lexi Merrill meets Eryx, King of the Myren race when he barges into the bar she works at and makes a pass at her. Which she naturally rejects even though he’s smokin’ hot. Little does she know that Eryx is duty bound to make sure his race isn’t exposed to the human realm. But naturally trouble finds both of them soon after so these two have to spend a lot more time together which leads to one great adventure.

Okay so this was just a treat for me because Morgan really does know how to craft a detailed adventure infused with red hot romance. Such a careful amount of time was spent introducing the world that Eryx came from yet I didn’t feel like the details slowed the pace of the story down at all. It was definitely a fantasy romance but it didn’t feel weighed down by a heavy fantasy element. I loved it. I do like that she didn’t waste time with a drawn out background for Eryx and Lexi and just dove straight into the present. For me, everything I needed to know about these two characters was in the present and not so much in the past.

Eryx just thought he was so irresistible to Lexi and while she thought he was super handsome, she didn’t make things easy for him. I loved the challenge she presented to Eryx who seemed to be used to getting everything he wanted when he wanted. The chemistry was just right from beginning, middle and end between them and of course, the heat level was just the way I like it. Hot but with heart.

There’s plenty of action and suspense to go along with all the heated glances and touches too! I found myself getting so caught up in those scenes and with Eryx and Lexi’s journey to Eryx’s home. Lexi certainly wasn’t prepared for it, nor for the fact that she seems to be something special. Lexi’s presence in Eryx’s home world brought about some kind of prophecy that isn’t really explained in too much detail. In fact, it’s extremely vague compared to how open and detailed everything else is in Unexpected Eden. Not to fear though, it kind of gives the impression that the mystery surrounding the prophecy will be unraveled bit by bit in each book in the series. It was like getting the first piece in a very interesting puzzle. I know I can’t wait to see what’s next. 


Sheep Rating: 4






Adria Reyes

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Rhenna Morgan writes for the same reason she reads—to escape reality.

A native Oklahoman with two beautiful girls and a fantastic husband, her resume reflects her passion for new experiences. Since graduating with a Bachelors in Radio, Television, and Film at Oklahoma State, she’s racked up positions ranging from on-air radio talent, skip tracer, and promotions director, to real estate agent, project manager, and business analyst.

Like most women, she’s got obligations stacked tight from dusk to dawn. That’s where the romance comes in. Reading, or writing, romance has been her happy place since she cracked the spine on her first Christine Feehan book years ago. Nothing thrills her more than the fantasy of new, exciting worlds, and strong, intuitive men who’ll fight to keep the women they want.

Whether it’s contemporary, paranormal, or fantasy you’re after, Rhenna’s stories pack romantic escape for the women who need it.


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Monday, July 25, 2016

Alpha Beta Omega Pre-Order

Alpha Beta Omega: A Shifter Paranormal Box Set
by Lia Davis, Beth Caudill, Misha Carver, Xandra James, Laxmi Hariharan, Bethany Shaw, Nicole Morgan, K.N. Lee, Lily Marie, Marissa Dobson
September 13, 2016
763 pages
Alpha Beta Omega: A Shifter Box Set

Nine sizzling shifter stories form today’s hottest, bestselling authors.

Healer’s Fate by Beth Caudill
Bearly Smitten by Misha Carver
Breaking the Bond by Xandra James
Feral - A Many Lives Story by Laxmi Hariharan
The Beta’s Mate by Bethany Shaw
Night Falls by Nicole Morgan
The Scarlett Legacy by K.N. Lee
Wounds to Bear by Lily Marie
A Tiger’s Claim by Lia Davis
Tiger Time by Marissa Dobson

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Interview:James A. Hunter (Cold Hearted: A Yancy Lazarus Novel) + giveaway

Today we have James A. Hunter, the author of the Yancy Lazarus urban fantasy series. He's lived an interesting life...and he has allowed us to address him as James, instead of Son of Neptune...he isn't pretentious like that.

Hello and welcome to the flock *shuts dungeon door with foot just as a blast of fire and a scream escape* please, have a seat...

Sharon: So you are a Marine combat veteran, stay-at-home dad to two toddlers AND a pirate hunter (you will have to explain that one)…so the big question is…Cause Katie *points to Katie* and probably all the other single women out there want to know…do you have any brothers? <G>
James: Lol. I do have an older brother, but sadly he’s taken as well—married for fifteen-years with four rugrats of his own.


Sharon: For everyone who doesn’t know about your urban fantasy series, what can you tell us about old Yancy Lazarus, your MC?
James: Yancy Lazarus is in his mid-sixties, though he could pass for forty—mages live longer, age slower. He’s a former wet-works man. A specialist in handling ugly problems no one else wants to touch. Mostly by breaking things, blowing ’em up, or otherwise meting out supernaturally-sanctioned justice, Rambo-style. These days, however, he’s semi-retired, rambling from town to town, bar to bar, living out of the back of his car, playing the blues for beer money. You’d probably never guess he was retired, though, not with the myriad of assholes constantly trying to fit him for a toe-tag.


Sharon: How does magic work in your world? Is there a price?
James: Yancy can tap into the Vis—the force undergirding, creation, and existence. The energy keeping the world spinning merrily along. What Yancy does is less like magic, with spells and wands, and more like advanced physics: tapping into the primal forces of creation and bending it to his will. His specialty is mostly in blowing things up or setting things on fire. And power always come with a cost—namely the Vis is dangerous, like trying to light a cigarette with a volcano, and it’s also seductive, more addictive than any drug.


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Sharon: This is book two, and you have some novellas. Should they be read in order or can we just jump right in?
James: So far there are three books in the Lazarus series, two “flashback” novellas, which take place before the events of the main series, and a fourth book which is due out this September. All of the stories can be read as stand-alones—no annoying (in my opinion) cliff-hangers, each has a complete story arc, etc.—but there is a larger series arc, that connects the novels. The novels (and especially the novellas) can be read in any order, but for maximum enjoyment I’d recommend reading the novels in order (though seriously, you can start with Cold Hearted, no problem).


Sharon: We want to test your nerdiness… What pic(s) do you use as your lock screen/wallpaper?
James: Sadly, my nerd-level is gonna rate pretty low based on this question. On my computer I just have the standard landscape backgrounds that come with the computer, which is sort of a testament to my lazy streak. And, as to my cell phone, I don’t actually own a smart-phone. I sort of hate cell-phones on general principle, so I have a prepaid brick phone. The kind you can snag at Walmart for ten bucks.


Sharon: What is the nerdiest thing you own?
James: This is a better question for me—more familiar ground. I have a pretty decent comic book collection for starters, but I also collect weapons. Swords, maces, axes, bows, old-timey armor. You name it, I’ve got it stashed somewhere.


Sharon: Congratulations being part of The Royal Order of the Shellback…so, what did you have to do to join?
James: This is also sort of a joke, but the Royal Order of the Shellback is a real thing. It’s an old naval tradition—I spent quite a lot of time on ship, when I deployed with the Marines—that dates back to the early 1800s. When an uninitiated sailor or Marine (called Pollywogs) crosses the Equator for the first, they are summoned to appear before King Neptune (played by the ship’s captain) and his Royal court: Davy Jones and Amphitrite, sea-goddess and wife of Poseidon, to be judge. What follows the royal subpoena is a two-day party with lots of singing, strange-rituals, and partying. If you survive the Sea-god’s challenge, you are inducted into the Order of the Shellback and given the pretty awesome title: Son (or Daughter) of Neptune. Very weird, but also crazy-fun.


Sharon: After taking care of the kids and getting some writing done, what is your favorite thing to do to unwind?
James: Unwind? That’s a thing that people do? No, I’m sorry you must be mistaken. I suppose on the rare occasions that I do get free time, I dig going to the movies and I love going out for a beer with my wife. I also hit the gym regularly, usually very early in the morning before the kids are up, or very late at night, after everyone has finally conked out. It’s a fine balance.


Rapid Fire:

Sharon: Coke or Pepsi?
James: Coke


Sharon: stub your toe or pinch your finger?
James: Stub my toe


Sharon: Water bender or Fire bender?
James: Water bender


Sharon: alien invasion or robot invasion?
James: Alien invasion


Sharon: walk on the beach or hike in the mountains?
James: Walk on the beach


Sharon: Queen or Alabama?
James: Queen


Sharon: Marvel or DC? (this answer could end you up on the other side of the dungeon door) 
James: Gotta go with Marvel …



by James A. Hunter
Genre: Adult Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Shadow Alley Press
May 22, 2015
ISBN: 978-1514234266
ASIN: B00WDQCY30
Number of pages: 415
Word Count: 111,000
Cover Artist: Dane, EbookLaunch.com
Yancy Lazarus just wants to be left alone. He wants to play his blues music, smoke a few cigarettes, and otherwise leave the supernatural world to fend for itself.

He especially wants to be left alone by the Guild of the Staff—the mage ruling body—where he used to work as a Fix-It man. But when a little kid gets nabbed by an ancient Fae creature from the nether regions of Winter and the Guild refuses to set things right, he just can’t seem to heed good sense and leave things be.

Nothing’s ever easy though. Turns out, the kidnapping is just the tip of one big ol’ iceberg of pain and trouble. It seems some nefarious force is working behind the scenes to try and unhinge the tenuous balance between the supernatural nations and usher in a new world order. So now, if Yancy ever hopes to see the bottom of another beer bottle, he’s gonna have to partner up with an FBI agent—an agent who’s been hunting him for years—in order to bring down a nigh-immortal, douchebag mage from a different era. And to top it off, Yancy’s gonna have to pull it off without his magical powers … Boy, some days just aren’t worth getting out of bed for.


CHAPTER ONE: 
Spelunking 
The tunnel stretched out before me like the throat of some monstrous serpent, icy blue walls radiating pale witchlight to guide my feet. I shuffled along the winding pathway, trying for speed and failing miserably. There was snow underfoot, but the powder was often interspersed with patches of slick ice, which made the going treacherous as hell. It didn’t help a lick that my feet were so numb I couldn’t feel my toes, even though I had on heavy boots and thermal socks. Every friggin’ step felt like a crapshoot and I wasn’t quite sure how the dice would land. 

I heard a howl from somewhere back in the darkness, a warbling noise that echoed and bounced around the narrow tunnel. I glanced back for a moment, which is precisely when my feet skidded out from under me and I went down hard, my ass connecting on the slippery ground below. My hip ached from the tumble, but at least my head landed in a pile of snow instead of on hard ground. I lay there for a moment, staring up at the curved ceiling, simmering in indignation. 

Why me? Why couldn’t I ever just keep my head down and mind my own friggin’ business? I felt like kicking my own ass for being such a gullible, softhearted mook. Shit, the least I could do was be a little more selective. Tell people I’d only do them favors if the location was somewhere nice and beautiful … like say, sunny, sandy, not-cold-as-balls Honolulu. 

I guess, technically, Thurak-Tir—home to the High Fae of the Winterlands—was a beautiful-ish place, so long as you’re the kind of person who doesn’t mind the arctic tundra of Siberia. The buildings are impressive at least: slick spires of frost, carved and sculpted into a thousand wonders; a house fashioned to resemble a frozen waterfall; a palace made of snow and crystalline-rime in the image of Yggdrasil, the Tree of Life; a tower in the shape of a serpentine neck, complete with scales, topped by a massive dragon’s head. Under the light of day, the whole city sparkles like a diamond, and at night beautiful slashes of green and gold drift through the air, a semi-permanent Aurora Borealis. 

But it’s also piss-freezing cold and only beautiful in the way a statue is—lifeless, still, too perfect. And the residents are all the same. Bunch of too-good-for-you, cold-hearted pricks. I absolutely hate Thurak-Tir. Give me a warm New Orleans night in a dirty bar with a crowd of shit-faced hobos any day of the week. 

Down in the subterranean caverns below the city, where I happened to be trudging around, was even worse. Monsters, spirits, and a whole lot of frigid air. The light of day never penetrated these depths, so the cold … well, the cold seemed both malevolent and alive, like some frostbite-belching yeti. 

More yowls and howls, followed by cackling laughter: Ice gnomes—not nearly as cute or cuddly as they sound—closing in, and fast. Time to move. 

I scrambled onto my hands and knees, gaining my feet like a clumsy toddler taking his first steps, and shambled away from the chorus of mocking laughter. Creepy little twerps. 

If I was going to make it out of this place in one piece, I needed better lighting. Thankfully, I’ve got something a little handier than a flashlight. I can do magic, and not the cheap stuff you see in Vegas with flowers or floating cards or disappearing stagehands. People like me, who can touch the Vis, can do real magic. Although magic isn’t the right word—magic is a Rube word for those not in-the-know. Users just call it the Vis, an old Latin word meaning force or energy. Simply put, there are energies out there, underlying matter, existence, and in fact, all Creation. It just so happens that I can manipulate that energy. Period. End of story. 

I paused for a moment, and opened myself to the Vis. Power rolled into me like magma from an active volcano, heat and life and energy filling me up, sending renewed strength into my limbs. I was careful only to draw a little and push the rest away—unchecked, the Vis can be as seductive and dangerous as a beautiful woman with a grudge. 

Weaves of fire and air flowed out around me as I shaped that raw force; a soft nimbus of orange light encircled me, granting both better visibility and a small pocket of comforting warmth. Sure, it would make me stand out like a dirty redneck at a posh country club, but there was nothing I could do about that. 

I got moving again, huffing and puffing my way along. More frenzied cries floated toward me from the tunnel twisting away behind. I needed to move faster, but the gloom still hampered my progress, forcing me to slow down and take my time. Even with the combined illumination from my construct and the ghostly witchlight bleeding from the walls, I could only see a few feet out. This was a night place, a dark place that fought the intrusion of light and heat with tooth and nail. 

Even going sloth-speed, I almost didn’t see the cliff until my feet were over the edge. I hollered and threw on the brakes in a panic—digging in with my heels and pinwheeling my arms as I fell once more onto my back. I landed with a whuff of expelled air and immediately sprawled out my arms and legs. The greater surface area seemed to slow me down a little, but not enough. My legs skittered over the side, drawing me onward and downward. I clawed at the unyielding ice with numb fingers, my thin winter gloves making it all the more difficult. 

I pulled more power, more Vis, into my body, and pushed thin strands of fire out through my fingertips. Small divots blossomed into the ice-covered surface of the floor, little grooves where my digits could find purchase. 

Unfortunately my gloves began to smolder from the flame, the leather sending up curls of gray smoke. I ignored the heat—survival was my first priority. I dug in, giving it everything I had, arms and hands straining with the effort. 

At last I skidded to a halt, my slide coming to a premature stop though it was a damn close thing. The tension in my arms and hands eased up as I slowly, carefully, pulled my hips and legs back from the drop-off, though my feet still dangled out in the air. Past the drop-off was blackness all the way down with no bottom in sight. Admittedly, the soft glow surrounding my body didn’t do much to diminish the gloom. Hell, the bottom could’ve been ten feet down or ten thousand. Better not to find out by taking a leap. 

My heart thudded hard against my ribs. I’m not exactly afraid of heights, mind you, but anyone would be apprehensive about the prospect of careening off a cliff into potentially unending blackness. I took one more glance over the edge and uttered a sigh of relief. Whew. Dodged a bullet there. 

I heard a hoot of mirth just a second before something hard and heavy collided into my back—a wallop right between my aching shoulder blades. 

My fingers tore free of their meager holds and over the drop-off I went, manic gnome laughter filling my ears as I fell. I tumbled down and down, flipping through the air like a fumbled football. I caught just a brief glimpse of a short, knobby form peering over the edge, his whole stumpy body shaking as he cackled. Asshole gnomes. 

I lashed out with air—great columns of the stuff—directed down to slow my descent. That was a start, but the construct wouldn’t keep me from getting impaled on a giant icicle or busting my guts open on a rocky outcropping. 

So next, I pulled in strands of artic cold, weaves of spirit and reinforced bands of fae power, floating through the air like so much dust. A shimmering bubble of green—shifting from emerald to pine to jade and back again—snapped into place with an effort of will, encompassing me in a tight globe of power, exerting a slight pressure on my body. A small safeguard against pointy things and an air pocket to cushion my body from the inevitable impact. 

Splash-thud.

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Hey all, my name is James Hunter and I’m a writer, among other things. So just a little about me: I’m a former Marine Corps Sergeant, combat veteran, and pirate hunter (seriously). I’m also a member of The Royal Order of the Shellback—’cause that’s a real thing. I’ve also been a missionary and international aid worker in Bangkok, Thailand. And, a space-ship captain, can’t forget that.

Okay … the last one is only in my imagination.

Currently, I’m a stay at home Dad—taking care of my two kids—while also writing full time, making up absurd stories that I hope people will continue to buy. When I’m not working, writing, or spending time with family, I occasionally eat and sleep.


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Sunday, July 24, 2016

Movie Review: Ghostbusters (2016)

Ghostbusters (2016)
PG-13 (for supernatural action and some crude humor)
Genre: Action & Adventure , Comedy , Science Fiction & Fantasy
Directed By: Paul Feig
Written By: Paul Feig Katie Dippold
Jul 15, 2016
105 minutes
Studio: Sony Pictures
Cast: Melissa McCarthy, Kristen Wiig, Kate McKinnon, Leslie Jones, Charles Dance, Chris Hemsworth
Ghostbusters makes its long-awaited return, rebooted with a cast of hilarious new characters. Thirty years after the beloved original franchise took the world by storm, director Paul Feig brings his fresh take to the supernatural comedy, joined by some of the funniest actors working today--Melissa McCarthy, Kristen Wiig, Kate McKinnon, Leslie Jones, and Chris Hemsworth. This summer, they're here to save the world!

Went to see this with husband and 15 year old daughter. Holly loved it...especially Kate McKinnon's character (the blonde). My husband loved it too. I liked it. Each individual character was great, but there was something missing with the chemistry of all of them on the screen. Very predictable, but with some really funny moments. And who doesn't like looking at Chris Hemsworth.

There were plenty of nods to the original, including cameos from the original cast, but it still was its own story. The intro scene was creepy as all get out and will give you a jump scare. Be sure to stay till the end of the credits, there is a quick scene about what the sequel might be about! Also as the ending credits roll you get quite a treat from Hemsworth.

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Holly 4 Sheep
Sharon 3.5 "I ain't afraid of no ghosts" Sheep