Theodore Jenkins
Nocturnity I : An Infinite Beginning
Description:
In this first Book of the Nocturnity Series, we follow Todd Jennings who
bought a soul as a joke. No one is laughing as an ancient evil is
stirred into action. As a result of his purchase, he begins a journey of
self-discovery, supernatural experiences and tests of moral conviction.
Follow along as the forces of darkness try to manipulate the world
around him in an attempt to lead him from the path of light.
Bio provided by the author.
Writing, for me, has gone from hobby to obsession in just under three years. The ability to convey the stories from mind to page, and finally to a reader is one of the most rewarding endeavors that I have ever been involved in. Listening to a reader tell me of how they were moved to emotional responses by reading my manuscripts is one of the best compliments I can receive. If I can make you think, or feel, while suspending your ability to disbelieve in the material, I am doing my job.
I endeavor to craft multi-layered pieces of fiction that will continue opening your eyes to new facets each time you read the story. Blank pages, for me, are like a fresh canvas that compels a painter to create a world of their own making. Creativity becomes my paint and imagination, my brush. As I flesh out characters, they seem to begin taking breaths and whispering into my ears. These insistent co-inhabitants, of my subconscious, seem to work to augment my ability to craft an immersive story.
I am presently writing the third book of the Nocturnity series. Concurrently, there are a few sets of short stories destined for magazine publication that are in the works. I hope to be smiling back at you from the cover of one of the best books you have ever read in the near future.
I endeavor to craft multi-layered pieces of fiction that will continue opening your eyes to new facets each time you read the story. Blank pages, for me, are like a fresh canvas that compels a painter to create a world of their own making. Creativity becomes my paint and imagination, my brush. As I flesh out characters, they seem to begin taking breaths and whispering into my ears. These insistent co-inhabitants, of my subconscious, seem to work to augment my ability to craft an immersive story.
I am presently writing the third book of the Nocturnity series. Concurrently, there are a few sets of short stories destined for magazine publication that are in the works. I hope to be smiling back at you from the cover of one of the best books you have ever read in the near future.
Micheal Meyer
Deadly Eyes
Description:
A HAUNTING CARIBBEAN MYSTERY
James Cuffy, better known as Cuff, is living in paradise with his girlfriend, on the small Caribbean island of St. Croix, where the sky is as blue as Cuff's eyes, the ocean as pretty as Rosie's cheeks, where the gentle lapping of the waves is a lullaby, and the swaying of the palm trees is a dance. The sandy beaches are as white as sugar, and the horizon is a world away. St. Croix indeed is paradise, the perfect place for living, laughing, and loving.
But the sandy beaches and the turquoise sea can provide no cover from the deadly eyes of the unknown stalker pursuing Cuff. Murder leads to murder as he attempts to untangle the terrible web in which he has suddenly become entangled.
The twists and turns are relentless, the roads of the fast action leading in all directions, but time is running out, and Cuff, his faithful Rosie at his side, knows it.
James Cuffy, better known as Cuff, is living in paradise with his girlfriend, on the small Caribbean island of St. Croix, where the sky is as blue as Cuff's eyes, the ocean as pretty as Rosie's cheeks, where the gentle lapping of the waves is a lullaby, and the swaying of the palm trees is a dance. The sandy beaches are as white as sugar, and the horizon is a world away. St. Croix indeed is paradise, the perfect place for living, laughing, and loving.
But the sandy beaches and the turquoise sea can provide no cover from the deadly eyes of the unknown stalker pursuing Cuff. Murder leads to murder as he attempts to untangle the terrible web in which he has suddenly become entangled.
The twists and turns are relentless, the roads of the fast action leading in all directions, but time is running out, and Cuff, his faithful Rosie at his side, knows it.
Excerpt:
These were not naked eyes, for the distance between these eyes and the beach bar at Cathy’s Fancy was too great for the naked eye to discern who was who. No, these eyes had planned meticulously. The eyes were glued to a pair of terribly expensive and unbelievably powerful Swarovski Optik binoculars. The balcony on which they now worked, taking in the scene before them, was the perfect place to see but not be seen. The powerful binoculars saw to that.
The distance, the palm trees, and the rays of the sun all helped. The position had been hand picked, after careful consideration. Every angle had been considered, and, one by one, they had all been discarded for one reason or another until this very spot, the perfect place to observe while not being observed, had been selected.
Yes, the eyes had seen it all. The eyes had seen precisely what they had hoped to see. They were like a master puppeteer. They planned, controlled, and observed, but from a safe distance. They did not miss a trick.
The distance, the palm trees, and the rays of the sun all helped. The position had been hand picked, after careful consideration. Every angle had been considered, and, one by one, they had all been discarded for one reason or another until this very spot, the perfect place to observe while not being observed, had been selected.
Yes, the eyes had seen it all. The eyes had seen precisely what they had hoped to see. They were like a master puppeteer. They planned, controlled, and observed, but from a safe distance. They did not miss a trick.
The eyes. The deadly eyes of St. Croix.
Bio provided by the author.
I have resided in and have visited many places in the world, all of which have contributed in some way to my own published writing. I have literally traveled throughout the world, on numerous occasions. I have lived in Finland, Germany, Thailand, Saudi Arabia, and the U.S. Virgin Islands, on the island of St. Croix, where DEADLY EYES is set. I gained the wanderlust to see the world, to experience other cultures, at an early age, and this desire has never left me. If anything, it has only gained in intensity as I have aged. I try to travel internationally at least once a year. In the interim, I spend lots of time traveling around both my home state of California and other nearby states.
I spent my early years in the small town of Lone Pine, California, the home of almost every western movie, in addition to a wide variety of other genres, made in the 30’s, 40’s, 50’s, and 60’s. In fact, Hollywood still films parts of big-time movies there today. My dad, the town’s lifeguard at the time, personally knew John Wayne, Lloyd Bridges, and Lee Marvin, all of whom came to the town’s pool, the Memorial Plunge, at times to cool off after a hectic day of working in the sun. I was even an extra in a movie filmed there in 1957, MONOLITH MONSTERS, a B-cult favorite even today. I was ten years old at the time. Even though I resided in a small town hours from the big city, I was exposed to the excitement of action and heroes at a formative age, and, thus, my interest in writing novels of suspense such as DEADLY EYES was born.
As a recent retiree from a forty-year career as a professor of writing, I now live in Southern California wine country with my wife, Kitty, and our two other cats.
Caroline Chokr
DAUGHTER OF HARTHDEEN
Description:
In days gone by, when the world was a darker, more sinister place,
sorcery flourished in the land, permeating every aspect of existence.
But that era has passed, and the citizens of Farner live rational lives
unhindered by the absurd thrust of spells and magicians. Apart from
deep, esoteric secrets that are woven into the fabric of reality -
mysteries that simply are, and will always be - only the abokyl, the priesthood possessed of enhanced intuitive powers, survive as a reminder of earlier times.
However, an ancient prediction is about to be fulfilled, and the beautiful land of Farner is endangered by the resurgence of magic. The Ly-Blumindon Stone, a mysterious relic, is required to combat the threat, but its very existence is concealed, and details of its workings are obscure.
Daughter of Harthdeen - Book One
Dahlyn, the shepherd's daughter, is revealed in the scriptures as the wysberrion, the person charged with saving the land. She is lured away from her unadventurous life on Wonderdown Moor to fulfil her destiny, but the ancient texts are fragmented and misleading, and fail to mention the elusive artefact which will help her achieve her goal. On her long journey, she finds a deep and enduring love which alters her perception of herself and her capabilities. But Dahlyn's virtue is ambiguous; ostensibly perfect, as her role requires, she is hiding a wicked secret of her own...
However, an ancient prediction is about to be fulfilled, and the beautiful land of Farner is endangered by the resurgence of magic. The Ly-Blumindon Stone, a mysterious relic, is required to combat the threat, but its very existence is concealed, and details of its workings are obscure.
Daughter of Harthdeen - Book One
Dahlyn, the shepherd's daughter, is revealed in the scriptures as the wysberrion, the person charged with saving the land. She is lured away from her unadventurous life on Wonderdown Moor to fulfil her destiny, but the ancient texts are fragmented and misleading, and fail to mention the elusive artefact which will help her achieve her goal. On her long journey, she finds a deep and enduring love which alters her perception of herself and her capabilities. But Dahlyn's virtue is ambiguous; ostensibly perfect, as her role requires, she is hiding a wicked secret of her own...
Bio provided by the author.
Caroline Chokr lives in Hampshire, in southern England. She
has been married for many, many years and has four grown-up children who have
more or less left home. The author has tried her hand at various jobs, from
working in a door factory, to supermarket checkout operator, to the financial
sector in the City of London; for several years she ran a greasy spoon type café
in a small town. Now thankfully retired, she has the time to take up writing again.
She has always enjoyed making up stories and had one
previous attempt at writing a novel. It was a massive endeavour, consisting of
a cast of thousands, each minor character taking on a life out of all
proportion to their importance to the action. Eventually, the beast had to be
restrained. Every ball-point-smudged, crinkled page of it was confined to
plastic bags and removed to the shed, where it lurks to this day, just waiting
for some fool to liberate it.
‘The Ly-Blumindon
Stone’ was started about seventeen years ago, and has gone through many
revisions and periods of abandonment during the intervening years. However, the
basic story has not changed from its first inception: if some of the paths
taken have deviated from the original plan, the destination was never in doubt.
Its themes concern the triumph of goodness over evil and the power of love, but
also the necessity of compromise and the acceptance of one’s own fallibility. It
is presented as a trilogy. The first in the series is ‘Daughter of Harthdeen’;
the second is ‘Haydin’s Queen’; and the last, which will be available on 29 May
2012, is ‘The Fragrant Azulliana Flower’.
Follow Caroline on Twitter @cagorr
