Samples Are Your Friend

One of the best things about having a Kindle is the ability to download and read free samples before buying the entire book.  You can avoid buying books that just aren’t for you. Over the years this has saved me a lot money.

But samples can be fun, too.  There are a lot of ebooks being published these days, many of them directly published for the Kindle by independent writers. While a lot of these independent writers are very good, most are not. Many are odd, weird and sometimes just very poorly written. To be fair, though, the same can be said of many books published through the traditional route.

I write reviews of Kindle samples, from bad & weird to the very good.

Gladiator Girl: An Alternate Reality Action-Sports Love Story by R. H. Watson

Welcome to a reality in which young women compete to the death in blood sports.  But these deaths are not the end.  Genetic engineering allows women unlimited rebirths until the age of 25.   It takes a mere two weeks in an artificial womb to be reborn as an adult with all the memories and experience from the previous life.

Lucy Star plays in the Blood Battle League as a guardian for the Burning Desire team.  She has just been reborn after suffering fatal wounds in her last match. Anxious to get home to her boyfriend, she finds that her keycard no longer works and that he has a new girlfriend, Emily Stone, who happens to play for a rival team. After threatening to cut off his penis, Lucy shoulders her sword and walks out.

Fortunately her best friend Charlotte invites her to move into her small winnebago traveling unit which is embedded in a housing area beneath the Winnebago Graveyard, an old deserted parking lot that was left over after private automobiles were banned from the city. With a new home, Lucy is ready to resume her life.

Back at the Burning Desire training complex, she begins getting her newly born body back in shape. When the team coach debriefs her about that last match she learns that because of her Emily Stone had lost her chance to move permanently into the big leagues. In return, Emily had set up the entire debacle with Lucy’s boyfriend in an attempt to get her dropped from the league as revenge for losing her own chance.

And as if that wasn’t enough, the past she ran away from when she was fourteen pushes its way into the present when her brother suddenly appears at the training complex looking for her.

This sample introduces a wow of a first novel.  The author has created a realistic world with fully fleshed customs, mores, and technology. The story grabs your attention and doesn’t let go.  It soon becomes apparent that not everyone in this reality is happy about the blood sports and the fact that young women participate in them.  There are only slight hints of the romance elements that are to come in the book, according to the description.  The formatting is well done and I found only a few small word usage problems in the editing of this sample.

As soon as I finished my first read-through, I hopped back onto Amazon and bought the entire book.  And I will be looking for this author’s future books as well.

 

Matchmakers 2.0 by Debora Geary

Mick was hired at online dating site Matchmakers 2.0 on the basis of her graduate thesis in mate selection.  Clients don’t need to know that it was actually on mate selection in guppies.  For $99 the site promises “web 2.0 algorithms plus personal touch.”  Mick and her two department coworkers, Derrick and Miri, are the personal touch.  If the computer can’t get a client a match in three tries, they step in and do the picking.  Mick’s skeptical view of dating, Derrick’s computer nerd cluelessness, and Miri’s astrology savvy make for interesting pairings.

To Mick’s dismay that time of year has rolled around:  the Match the Loser competition is about to begin.  In an effort to get unmatchable clients off the books and foster team spirit, Matchmakers 2.0 sponsors an employee competition twice a year.  Each employee gets ten people to match and the one that makes the most matches wins cash.

It’s not just that Mick never does well in this contest.  The worst part is the bet she’s made with her best friend Jazie.  If she can’t find a decent guy (someone she’s willing to date for at least a month) on her own by the time the Match the Loser competition starts again, Mick will have to put her own name in the Matchmakers 2.0 system.

And now the moment has come.  Her last date had been boring with a capital B and she has had no desire to repeat the experience.  Dateable men are scarce by Mick’s criteria.

Before Mick can even complete her Matchmakers’ profile, Derrick comes slinking into her office.  He’s seen that she has entered herself into the system (he had her social security number flagged) and hopes she’ll go out with him.  Derrick knew girls existed? Just what she’s always wanted, a date with a computer geek.

Fobbing Derrick off with the résumé of a girl who’d applied for a data analyst position for him to consider for a date, Mick completes the company’s questionnaire and submits it.  She can now expect suggested matches within a few hours.  Oh joy.

This story is more about character than plot.  Mick’s jaundiced opinion of her own dating options, her snappy asides about co-workers and the “science” behind online dating sites plus her comments to readers as she breaks the fourth wall make for fun reading.

Those looking for a sweet, enjoyable story short enough for a quick read will love this novella.  It is well-formatted and edited—there was only one error in the sample, when “I” is used instead of “a” in a sentence. But, for me, there is a bit of a problem at the end the sample when Derrick reveals that he has had Mick’s social security number flagged.  How does he know her SSN?  Why doesn’t she protest about that knowledge and his use of it?  And if she hasn’t finished her application and clicked submit yet, how is his flag triggered at all?

Note:  I requested a longer sample from the author as the one on Amazon was so short.

Lovers and Beloved by MeiLin Miranda

An Intimate History of the Greater Kingdom Book One

Prince Temmin has spent his first eighteen years being raised by his mother at Whithorse, a country estate. He has been raised in complete innocence both sexually and socially.  There have been no young women on the estate save for his sisters and his best friend has been a groom named Alvo.  In fact, he has spent most of his time in the stable caring for his horse and trying to forget that he is royal.

However on his 18th birthday things change for Temmin.  As Heir, he is being sent to his father’s palace for training and education.  Being next in line for the throne there will be much he has to learn about the intrigues of the court and political realities.

The night before he leaves for the capital Temmin loses some of his innocence after an evening spent drinking rotgut wisc with Alvo.  First, he comes upon a young maid from a neighboring house trysting with a footman.  Being drunk, he takes advantage of the situation to fondle and kiss the maid, who is afraid to refuse.  His experiment ends abruptly when he vomits up the whisc he’d been drinking. Shortly after this Alvo makes a declaration of love, real love, for Temmin. They will more than likely never see each other again and he takes this one chance to share his feelings with his friend.  Alvo gives Temmin his first sexual experience.  While Temmin enjoys the shared moment it leaves him confused and troubled.  He has always loved Alvo, but not in that way.

The next day Temmin is reluctantly on his way to the capital. He had been happy and comfortable at the country estate and this trip is something he does not want.  He has no desire to embrace his royal heritage and believes that his sister Sedra would make a much better Heir than him.  But as women cannot rule, Temmin must accept his future, though he makes sure to do everything in his power to fight it.  He shows his immaturity with his sulks, gripes and whines.  But once in his father’s palace Temmin is gradually forced to accept if not embrace court life.  We also begin to see the power which he will wield both before and after he ascends to the throne. His father wishes him to be educated for his future duties and introduces him to Teacher, an immortal who has taught generations of the royal family.

It is now that Temmin learns that his life has been dictated by a prophecy given at his birth:

Love to bear him, love to raise him, love to send him on his way

Son in sorrow, son in joy, brings darkness or the brightest day

Two the consorts, two the paths, two the deaths for him to rule

One will be the trusting child and three will be the rivals cruel

Thirst and hunger, sleep and death will come to strike a trusted one

And stones will shatter, stones will stand when might reclaims the rising sun

Although the meaning of this prophecy is only vaguely grasped by either the King or Teacher, it does foreshadow the coming political strife in the kingdom and Timmin’s role in it.

***

This is beautifully written fantasy.  The characters are well-rounded and believable.  Temmin’s immaturity and his relationship with his sisters rings true. And the author has meticulously crafted the world Temmin lives in.

Other than the one lightly graphic scene between Alvo and Temmin in the beginning chapter, this sample hints at, but does not go into, the erotic sexuality that will obviously come later in the book.  Sex is an open part of life in this kingdom and is even a part of the religion, which is mostly matriarchal, with several goddesses being worshipped and served.  There is a hint, though, as Timmon arrives in the capital that there are also a few patriarchal elements. The sample ends with Temmin on his way to his first public appearance as Heir since his arrival.

Fans of high fantasy will enjoy this series and look for more from this talented author.  The sole drawback is the cover, which does not do justice to this novel and might make those who do judge a book by its cover hesitant to give it a try.

Update:  the author informs me that the impressions I got about a matriarchal religion from the sample are incorrect.

A Stingray Bit My Nipple! by Erik Torkells, editor, Budget Travel

This title was offered the other day as a free Kindle book.  The title is eye catching and it is free but, being cautious, I decided to download the sample first.

The book’s contents are culled from the “True Stories” section of Budget Travel Magazine and it was published in 2008, the year Torkell left Budget Trakell for new fields of endeavor.

I had visions of wonderfully funny stories from people on vacations that would have me rolling in laughter–with that title can you expect anything less?

The sample contains eight of these true stories.  Don’t get excited:  each is only a paragraph in length.  The nice thing is that the pictures are included in the Kindle edition.

The bad new is that only a couple of the stories are funny. And the nipple-biting stingray does not make an appearance, darn it!  Neither do the impala that tried to hump a vacationer or the woman whose hair caught fire in a church in Venice, both of which are mentioned in the Introduction

So it seems that the book contains a lot of very funny single-paragraph stories; we’re just not treated to many of the funny ones in the sample.

I really want to read about that nipple-biting stingray.  Since stingrays are generally bottom feeders that eat things like worms and clams and defend themselves with spikes in their tails…just where was this woman and what was she doing that caused the stingray to bite her nipple?!?

I gotta know, and the book is free…

Barbary Point by Alan Nayes

The description on Amazon says that this is the story of the heroine’s magical, life-changing week on the shores of Lake Winnebago where she meets a fishing guide, launching her on an emotional journey she never could have predicted or foreseen.  That last is true—none of us can claim to predict or foresee the future with any accuracy and it would certainly come as a surprise if a fishing guide and Lake Winnebago figured into it at all.

With that in mind, the first three chapters contained in the sample flash back to the events leading up to that magical week.  And that magical week just might not have ended well, since the Prologue contains a sentence which begins with “A man I deeply loved once…” and ends with a fishing platitude which seems like the kind of thing a fishing guide might say.

The Prologue is made up of two platitudes in all.  It begins with the heroine’s mother saying “Kelly, love from the mind is nothing more than a pleasurable arrangement, whereas love from the heart lasts forever.”  Well, this certainly puts Shakespeare in his place–he said “True love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.”  But what did he know about anything?

The second platitude, which presumably comes from the fishing guide, is “…a fish lunges after an artificial lure solely on instinct. He sees it, wants it, and zappo, he’s hooked.”  Kelly thinks love is a lot like that: “You see someone you want, the chemistry is there, and zappo, you’re hooked.”  The moral of this is obvious—stay away from love. The other person is using an artificial lure which your hormones can’t resist and then, zappo, you’re hooked.  And like the fish you will soon be eaten.  Not a happy thought, is it? Of course, it depends on just what kind of eating happens, I suppose.  So maybe there can a happy ending.  Or maybe I just have a dirty mind.  Don’t answer that.

After the insightful prologue, Chapter One finds Kelly at work.  She gets a phone call from her mother, who blurts out that Kelly’s father has passed away. The world fades away and Kelly notes to herself that this was not the kind of revelation she had grown accustomed to.  Really bad news had been pretty minor in her life. But then, how often do fathers drop dead in anyone’s life? So how can you become accustomed to such revelations?

Kelly has a flashback of driving to work that morning. A flashback within a flashback, because the Prologue was a flashback. In it we learn about her graduation from a prestigious  East Coast university with two degrees from which she launched a whirlwind of successes.  She called these successes “connecting the dots.”  She became the chief editor of a glamour magazine.  One dot.   She built up the magazine’s circulation.  Second dot. In the midst of the flashback’s recounting her connect-the-dot career Kelly suddenly thinks her own smile has always reminded her of her mother’s.  This is a non-seqeitur and certainly not surprising in any case. But it is a chance to describe Kelly—she looks good, by the way—and ends by noting that she’s just a younger version, which is good because this is not a science fiction novel.

We get a few more dots which are her future life investments. Not bad for a shy kid from a Dallas suburb who’d been cut from her junior high school soccer team because she couldn’t run fast enough.  Something which has evidently scarred her for life. This filly is running now!

Kelly gets to work, but before she gets her mother’s call we learn a few more things about her.

One, she has a fiancée, Thomas, who really, really, really loves her.  We know because he says it three times during his own phone call. And he wants to be sure she arrived safely—he asks this a couple of times during this sample and it becomes a bit creepy, as if he has to know where she is at all times.

Two, Kelly sees Thomas as another dot in her life investments. He’s rich.  She finds his nick-name for her corny, and their relationship had culminated into a four carat engagement ring thanks only to his tenacious persistence.  By which we know that she doesn’t love him, really.  She reminds herself every day that she couldn’t have been more blessed.  She has this happy thought:  “Like Mother constantly cajoled me, when you net a fish that big, you don’t dillydally around and debate how to prepare it, you simply toss it in the skillet with plenty of grease and turn the heat to high.”

Thomas is going to be eaten alive!

And Kelly’s mother is a hypocrite, after all that love from the heart stuff she’d spouted all those years.

For his part, Thomas liked to describe their physical attraction as akin to a finely blended vodka martini, which goes down smooth yet leaves a warm afterglow.  So now we know that Kelly goes down smooth, either through practice or natural talent given she doesn’t really love him, and leaves him with a warm afterglow.  A pretty thought.

Third, Thomas is much older than Kelly. The fact that Kelly has a stepfather is introduced here as she contemplates his marriage to her mother and their happiness even though he is several decades older.  So the fact that Thomas is so much older than she is doesn’t matter either.  He is a dot in her life plan, after all.

Now, back to her mother’s phone call. Her father has passed away.  Kelly exclaims her stepfather’s name.  Mom says, no, not Josh.  Him!

“Him?” Think hard Kelly, here’s a clue:  he donated sperm to your mother. And if she’s not talking about your stepfather, who does that leave under the heading of “father?”

Yes Gene, aka Father, died two weeks ago and a lawyer wants her mother to go back to Wisconsin to settle his estate.  Mom wants Kelly to go back for her.  Because Josh, aka Stepfather, is going into the hospital for tests.  “Something to do with his colon.”

Kelly whines that she is busy with the magazine and her wedding to Thomas, and the reader is treated to an incredibly surreal conversation:

“How is Thomas?” “He’s fine.” “And you?” “We’re fine.”

Hello!  Father dead!  Stepfather going into hospital!  Ok, Kelly’s father is not her prime concern in life, but she loves her stepfather, so what gives?  Even her mother doesn’t seem all that concerned about Josh.  But, after all, what is a colon in the grander scheme of things?

Kelly learns that she has to go to Lake Winnebago to settle her father’s infinitesimal estate.  The name rings a cord even though it means nothing to her.

Chapter Two has Kelly reading an essay about her biologic father that her mother gave her when she was eleven because she didn’t want it and which Kelly never read.  But she assumes her mother thought she’d throw it out.  Why on earth would her mother give her an essay about her father which she expects her to throw away?

Anyway, the essay.  It starts with a list of facts about the history and formation of Lake Winnebago, the lake’s psyche, and the Indians that lived there before the coming of the Europeans.

Sidenote: One tidbit that I hadn’t known is that “Winnebago” is from the Menomee word “Winnibégo” which means “dirty water people.”  This completely explains why the Winnebego RV was named the Winnebago.  Use one of those RV toilets a time too many…

Back to the essay. Gene Nicolet Barbary was conceived on a houseboat during one of Lake Winnebago’s gentler mood swings.  Sex on a houseboat being difficult during a storm, you know.  After he turned two his mother would take him to wade along the lake’s sandy beach.  She would get uneasy and call out “Gene.”  A good thing since that was his name.  He would say he was Okay and she’d say “Yes you are, Gene.”  Seasons came and went.

What on earth was that all about?  Did she have a premonition or was she just weird?  And why is this in the essay?  For that matter, why the essay at all?

We are told that during the late fifties the city of Oshkosh grew and flourished–whether this was due to young Gene or not isn’t said.  Even though OshKosh flourished, the Barbarys remained in town.  They were incredibly unobservant because they never quite realized the income requisite to purchase lakeshore property.  When Gene’s dad died, the only hope of getting a spot on Winnebago’s wooded shoreline was to earn the money himself.

Aha!  This is a taste of Gene’s future but Kelly’s past.  She keeps calling her father’s estate nothing and with no money attached.  Raise your hand if you think she’s in for a shock and good old Gene was not only rolling in it, but also had much, much more than a shack?

We learn about Gene joining the Corps of Engineers and generally fishing a lot after his father’s death.  And that was prescient for his mother and she accepts that her son’s life and the lake had become inextricably intertwined.

Raise your hand if you now suspect that Gene’s death had something to do with the lake.

Vietnam slinked into Oshkosh like a sorcerer’s black curse and Gene served his country.  But it was close to home, at least, since Vietnam was right there in the city.  His mental fabric was altered in some vague and intangible way and he lost two digits.  When he came back he sold his boat but kept the motor in his mother’s basement with his fishing tackle.  He didn’t want to troll for walleye anymore so he went to Chicago to hew blocks of ice for a Lake Michigan ice house.

Fitting into an evolutionary pattern in a man’s life which is born from necessity, desire, hormones and fate, Gene met Melody (Kelly’s mom), fell in love and became a husband.  When he first set eyes on his new baby girl he feared his heart might burst with joy.

This is certainly an odd essay for Kelly’s mother to have written.  Did she want Kelly to know about her father?  Did she write it for herself?  She didn’t want it anymore when she gave it to Kelly.  And Kelly never read it, though she didn’t throw it away.  A mystery that may be solved later in the book.

Thomas calls later that night and she tells him about the essay.  She goes to bed after reading the essay a second time.  She’s a glutton for punishment.

In Chapter Three, having said she’ll go, Kelly delegates the travel arrangements to her managing editor and spends the next two weeks micromanaging the next issue of her magazine.  The time to leave comes and she plans to fly in and out in one weekend.

Raise your hand if you think the trip will be longer than a weekend.  Even without the description on Amazon giving that away, the reader will still think it’s obvious.

During the flight she finds herself thinking about her natural father for the first time since her mother’s call.  How is it possible to have read an essay about a man’s life twice without thinking of him at all?

Thomas had reserved a rental car for her when she landed—the managing editor who made all her travel plans must have forgotten it.  And even though he’s rich, the car is a measly Taurus.  She coasts under the speed limit to OshKosh smiling at fields of corn and pastures of grazing dairy cattle.  The congestion of Los Angeles freeways seem like imaginary images from a foreign country.  She’s been there for under an hour and Los Angeles is already imaginary and a foreign land?

***

Flashbacks within flashbacks and lengthy history and geology lessons cause the reader to lose the path of the story a few times in this sample. Lots of platitudes are stirred into the mix, and there are plenty of hints of what is to come to give the story away.

I Love You, Asshole by Amy Lane

Wanna-be vampires beware!  You have been misled by Bram Stoker and all those paranormal vampire series that abound these days. Throw out everything you’ve ever learned and heard about these creatures of the night and immerse yourself in the truth…

Once upon a time there was a guy named Marcus.  His last name doesn’t matter, he’s forgotten it anyway and we don’t need to know. Anyway, the main thing was that he was a man and straight as an arrow. And I’m not talking about honesty.  You get the drift.

One fateful night a former student of his, Gina Victorine, swoops in front of his car and a body thunks onto the hood. Hers or someone else’s?  His car crunches and his steering column breaks in half and punches into his femoral artery.  He begins to die.

But he only begins to die. He finds himself in someplace cold, silent as a frozen sea but with the faint promise of warmth and light. Who knew that becoming a vampire is sort of like being a TV dinner? Bram Stoker never said anything about that did he? Shut up—the fact that TV dinners weren’t invented until 1954 isn’t pertinent.

Cold and frozen quickly segues into a fiery burning along his veins. I am assuming that it is burning inside his veins rather than burning along outside them, but I could be wrong.  It does happen.  Occasionally.  OK, frequently. But that’s another story.  We’re talking vampires here.

To continue, that fiery burning pulls him back through that sea, causing it to splinter and scathe. Scathe?  What, the author couldn’t just say scorch? I guess “scathe” sounds more mysterious. So the icy sea is splintering and scorching and then begins to scrape and flay the skin from his flesh.  This is a far cry from mundanely dying and waking up three days later as an undead creature.  But it’s scarier, don’t you think?

But wait!  As if being frozen and then scorched and flayed by that fiery something wasn’t enough, the fire now puts his flesh back together with a penetrating icy cold. But wait again! That cold makes Marcus feel like his blood is lined with blistering pustules bursting with scorching, raw pain.

Let’s ignore the fact that veins can be lined but blood can’t and pustules form on the skin.  Icy and cold.  Fiery and scorched.  Bet you never knew that becoming a vampire equates with Icy Hot, a pain relief ointment for muscles.  And that Icy Hot is a lot like needing to come while someone has your cock in a vise.  And the author is not talking about a rooster.  Putting a rooster in a vise would be inhumane. Putting a cock in a vise is either BDSM or Marcus never learned the facts of life properly when he and his father had the Talk.

So when your rooster is in a vice you naturally scream and bite down on cold flesh, pulling blood into your body in an orgy of carnage until your stomach is full and you come. Then you pant.  Well, you’d pant too if you discovered that a man is pulling his thigh away from your face. And that he’s licking at your naked thigh. Or is he suckling your thigh?  The author can’t decide.  Or Marcus can’t. Either way, it is being done to his naked thigh. The guy is grinning and has flashing, whirling red eyes. Have you ever had a nightmare in which you’re naked in front of a group of people? Marcus’s nightmare is that he’s lying on the side of the road naked from the waist down.  If his pants weren’t removed by the grinning man with the whirling, flashing red eyes to get to his thigh in order to suckle on it, then Marcus was driving around like that before the accident.  In which case he has more serious issues than becoming a vampire.

At this point we are given a hint that other things are changing for Marcus in addition to being undead.  He watches closely while the grinning man with the whirling, flashing red eyes tucks his equipment in his jeans and buttons up, commando style. This begs the question:  is the man going commando, or is he buttoning his jeans like a commando?

Anyway, being a vampire was difficult at first. Before all this weirdness, Marcus was a gentle person, a man so bashful that he dated his girlfriend for nearly six months before getting laid. When you think about his knowing all about how a rooster being clamped in a vise feels, either he was a fast learner or he’s lying.

Five minutes after Gina and Adrian (the grinning man with flashing, whirling red eyes) take him home and get him out of the shower–how did he get into that shower?–Marcus ripped Adrian’s jeans off his body to gobble his rooster and suck blood from his thigh.  Adrian came on his ear. By this we know that Adrian is not well endowed.  Think about it.  Marcus is sucking on his thigh but Adrian’s rooster only reaches his ear. Rooster is a euphemism.  You know what I meant.  Marcus is mortified. And he needs another shower.  Also, you can now forget about Gina for the length of this sample because we don’t see her again.

Another commonly held fact about vampires bites the dust.  The neck just isn’t the “in” thing.  Remember that, wanna-be vampires.  Go for the thigh—and watch out for that rooster in your ear.

In the coming days Marcus will be taking a lot of showers.  Young, warm, naked male bodies parade through his room on an hourly basis.  Most of them are shapeshifters.  What they shift into isn’t mentioned in this sample.  It is enough that they don’t mind being gnawed on or f—ed into oblivion.  I used f—ed in order to spare the sensibilities of any delicate souls who may read this.  You can thank me later.

And these visitors are all men. Marcus is disturbed because, as noted at the beginning, he is straight.  Adrian explains that it is because Marcus would feel guilty later if he had rough sex with women now and males can fight back if they want to.

But they don’t seem to want to.  Which is good because Marcus’s rooster completely takes over when he’s handed a bottle of lube. I won’t go into details—if you don’t know how lube is used in this situation, I’m not going to educate you.  I’m a reviewer, not a sex instructor.

Marcus notices that blushes coat him when he is filled with other people’s blood. His blushes must be awfully thick.  He also notices that Adrian has blessedly blue, sky-spangled eyes.  Sky spangled? Let’s see…spangles…his blue eyes are filled with small sparkly objects…sky…aha—his eyes are filled with stars, which must be painful.  Hey wait a minute. Just a few paragraphs ago Adrian had flashing, whirling red eyes.  So vampires have interchangeable eyes, which is great for matching your outfit and your shoes.

But it seems there are advantages. Blood and sex, baby.  Imagine the thrill of sucking someone’s blood and they in turn give you a blowjob.  It isn’t a comfortable obsession for Marcus at first, but he gets into it eventually.

I was misled at the beginning.  At this point I learned that it wasn’t hitting Gina that smashed his car.  He didn’t hit her at all.  She swooped in front of him and he swerved off the road and down a gully where he hit a tree. She didn’t thunk on his hood, either. Don’t you hate it when authors conceal facts?  Good thing this is not a mystery. And just how did a road get down into that gully?  Wasn’t he lying next to a road and naked from the waist down?

A month passes by during which Marcus drinks a lot of blood and eats a lot of roosters. He’s pretty much forgotten that he used to like women, back when he was alive.  He’d certainly never been f—ed into the mattress by another man back then, or sucked another man’s rooster (wasn’t it hard sucking on his own rooster? Vampires must be very flexible), fingered a tightened sphincter, f—ed a willing mouth or a willing donkey. But he liked it now. A lot. I used donkey as another euphemism  to protect the sensibilities of prudish readers.  Although I don’t know why—after all there are Wild Asses living in Asia and Africa.  And it might be best to keep them away from Marcus.

Then Marcus is taken to see Green.  Not the color, the being.  Green isn’t a vampire or a shapeshifter.  We are coyly told he has pointed ears. Wanna guess?  No, he’s not a Vulcan.  He has attenuated fingers and toes which is a fancy way of saying they are long and thin.  He’s a poet and don’t know it, but his toes show it—they’re Longfellows.  A poem from my childhood which I couldn’t resist sharing with you.  And there’s more where that came from.  Tell you later, maybe.

Green tells Marcus that there are things he doesn’t know.  The first thing he doesn’t know is that making love to Green is like making love to sunshine on a summer’s day.  Try that in public and see how fast you are arrested by the Po-Po. Marcus really enjoys it.  It is heartbreaking and precious.  Hey, did you know that elves bleed sugar-sweet ichor?

The second thing Marcus doesn’t know is…everything.  But doesn’t that mean that he doesn’t know that making love to Green is like making love to sunshine on a summer day? Let’s move on.  It seems that Adrian’s house is underneath Green’s hill and that his house is a commune. There are no hippies, but there are vampires, shapeshifters, sprites, pixies, nixies, fairies, gnomes, trolls, ogres, yawknawpsatawni and every other creature from folklore.  It must be crowded in there.  Or maybe Adrian’s house is like Doctor Who’s Tardis, bigger on the inside than the outside.  Green doesn’t give a shit because they are all his children.  I feel sorry for his wife. Or maybe he has a large harem like the King of Siam.

Green licks Marcus’s rooster quite a bit and his body washes hot and cold with orgasm while he thinks about his girlfriend.  Hope he didn’t call out her name—sex partners tend to hate that.  Green wipes his mouth politely and uses a tissue to wipe away Marcus’s blood-brine tears.

The next day Marcus wakes up to find a shapeshifter of the female persuasion in his room who purrs and shivers in his arms.  My he’s good, ladies! And it wasn’t until they’d brought the act of feeding to a natural—and mutually satisfying—sexual conclusion that Marcus realized something else.

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And by now wanna-be vampires will realize something too.  The life of a vampire is far from what we’ve been told.  There’s blood, sure.  But there’s also sex, sex, sex.  Every hour of the night.  With people of the same sex because that’s what becoming a vampire is about. To be truthful, it isn’t that a vampire becomes homosexual.  It’s just that a vampire will screw anything that moves in his or her vicinity.  Hide the sheep!

I’ve been thinking about this epic’s title.  It isn’t Marcus saying “I love you, asshole” to someone.  It is Marcus saying “I love you, asshole” to his asshole.  With it he’ll never be alone.  Hand him the bottle of lube, someone.

Have Gun, Will Play by Camille LaGuire

A Mick and Casey McKee Mystery

Mick and Casey McKee ride into Newton to find it filled to the brim with donkeys and hopeful miners.  Before they can do more than stable their horses a group of gunmen ride into town shooting everything they see, beginning with the man who gave them corral space and ending up at the town’s bank.

As both Mick and his wife Casey are gunslingers they naturally get involved and help route the invaders.  And in doing so they become involved with the war between Lester Addley and a man named Hoonstra. Addley owns a stagecoach line that dominates the town and the territory around it. Hoonstra sells land to settlers who want the railroad to come through the area—which Addley will do anything to prevent.  Not only would it threaten his business but also a lucrative sideline he runs by enticing gullible miners into town with rumors of gold strikes.

Mick and Casey are unlikely gunslingers.  Mick is just twenty-years-old while Casey is perhaps seventeen.  Mick isn’t sure about that since she won’t tell him her birthdate but claimed to be sixteen when they’d met the year before.  While Mick is easy-going, Casey is a firecracker and quick to take offense. Both of them are underestimated by most people, which works to their advantage.  What I really like about them is how Mick admires his wife’s independence and shooting ability and makes no attempt to curtail either while at the same time obviously caring for her deeply.

At the end of the sample Addley’s brother comes to hire them as protection for Addley’s daughter on a journey to Quester Springs which will take her out of harm’s way.  Mick has doubts about how much Addley would care about his daughter’s welfare if push came to shove.  But since neither of them has ever been to Quester Springs and the trip will get them out of Addley’s territory, Mick and Casey take the job.

This sample is three chapters long and while it is enjoyable and well written, the mystery part doesn’t rear its head during it.  Judging by the description given in its Kindle listing, the mystery kicks in during the journey to Quester Springs.

There are a couple of misspellings, one in the heading for chapter two, a couple of misused words (“were” instead of “where” for example) and a couple of missing spaces. Simple spell-check could have caught those.  Other than those errors the sample is well-formatted and edited.

This is a fun western and the story is so well written that I purchased the book after reading the sample. This book is perfect for those who like light Westerns as well as mystery fans who enjoy subgenres such as this.

Intoxication/Hitchhiker by Tim Kizer

This title contains two short stories, but the sample only covers the one entitled “Intoxication.” As the Amazon sample is very short, I asked the author to send me a longer one.

The story concerns a woman named Leslie who becomes convinced that a co-worker tried to poison her when her boyfriend becomes ill after drinking coffee that was meant for her.  It becomes obvious almost immediately that she is unhinged.  Leslie has no empathy for others and only her thoughts and desires are of any importance to her.  Her belief that someone means her harm even when there is no evidence to support her suspicions is unreasonable. She focuses on one co-worker in particular, Helen, and not only threatens and verbally abuses her but also tries to get her fired.  The fact that her boss refuses to follow her directions in this matter makes him a focus of suspicion as well. Her behavior becomes more and more bizarre as she unravels.  Her paranoia escalates so rapidly that soon she is unable to think of anything else and goes to incredible extremes to prove her theory and get revenge.  She bugs her office, puts security cameras around her house and buys a gun in order to “protect” herself.

This story keeps the reader guessing. Does the “had I but known” (‘…she had no idea that the coffee was contaminated and that she and eight of her coworkers would die of poisoning in less than three weeks’) at the beginning foretell of Leslie poisoning herself and her co-workers? Or is her paranoid suspicion right?  Did Rick go into anaphylactic shock after drinking Leslie’s coffee? He does ask her to fetch “adrenaline shots” from his car.  If so he recovers much too quickly and if the author is using this as a twist it is incorrect.

Several times in the sample it almost seems as if Leslie is talking to someone else and I wondered if perhaps she is actually in an institution and the story is all happening in her mind.  An intriguing thought.  The author does a good job keeping the reader guessing.  The title of this story, “Intoxication” could have two meanings.  It could mean that Leslie is under the influence of alcohol or drugs, both of which come up in the story. But based on how she acts I am inclined to believe that it refers to her increasingly manic behavior and thoughts.

Unfortunately, while the story has an intriguing plot that grips the reader it is marred by the obvious lack of editing.  In several places words are left out of sentences.  Tenses are misused.  POV shifts within paragraphs.  And the author needs to learn to use hyphens when they are called for.  For example “thirty seven years old” should be “thirty-seven-years-old.”

A Kingdom Lost by J. R. Tomlin

Book I of The Douglas Trilogy

This is a well-written and almost totally accurate work of historical fiction told from the point of view of James Douglas, the oldest son of Sir William Douglas the Hardy.  Artistic license, of course, is taken for the sake of the story and in order to keep it from reading like a history text.

Artistic license may also account for the date used in the Prologue.  The sample opens in September, 1300 in Paris and young James Douglas has just learned of his father’s death in the Tower of London.  Most sources say William Douglas’ death occurred in 1298, though some put it in 1299.  Even if it was in 1299 I can’t see it taking until September 1300 for a letter containing the news to reach France.

Chapter One begins in July 1304, a few days after the siege of Stirling Castle by Edward I. James has become a squire to Bishop William de Lamberton, who had been his father’s friend. Determined that James should regain his heritage and in turn help the Scots cause, Lamberton asks that he swear allegiance to the English king.  However the audience with Edward is short.  He is furious to be asked to take fealty from the son of William Douglas whom he believes was a traitor and threatens to hang James if Lamberton doesn’t take him away quickly.     Shortly after this Bishop Lamberton begins a secret alliance with Robert the Bruce.

The brutal execution of William Wallace in August of 1305 forces Douglas and Bishop Lamberton to flee from London to St. Andrews in Scotland.  Wallace had been carrying letters when he was captured that endangered several people, including Lamberton.

The sample ends with the beginning of Chapter 3.  It is March 1306 and Bishop Lamberton is forced to host a party of visiting English knights.  During the evening meal a squire arrives from Lochmaben Castle with a message from Robert the Bruce.

Given that Robert the Bruce was crowned King of Scotland in March 1306 after murdering his rival Red Comyn, the message that the Bishop receives must be news of the coronation.

Although this well-researched work follows historical events very closely for the most part, it is far from a dry recounting of facts.  The author breathes life into his characters and into the Scottish Wars of Independence.   It is also well edited and formatted, based on this sample.  And, as far as I could see, the sample contains only one mistake (other than the beginning date)—the word “censors” is used in place of “censers” during the scene in which Bishop Lamberton meets Robert the Bruce in a church and makes an alliance with him.

For those who enjoy realistic and unromanticized historical fiction, this is a winner.  As James Douglas went on to become Sir James Douglas (also known as Black Douglas and Good Sir James) and a scourge of the English, this trilogy will make for rousing adventure.

Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble by H. P. Mallory

Jolie Wilkins is odd.  She is terminably single and owns a shop where she does tarot readings and has visions that are as erratic as weathermen.  But that isn’t what makes her odd. You see, Jolie has to remind herself that the bright streetlamps outside her shop aren’t alien spacecraft coming to whisk her away. When she’s afraid dread climbs up her throat.  Fear tar grips her feet and ankles and cements her in place. Her heart regulates like a clock and also jack hammers.  Memories of her last date fall into her head like a bomb (painful thoughts are just not exciting enough, I guess). She expects smoke not to be indifferent to her.  She believes that incense assaults her eyes on purpose.  Her ears mistake baritone voices for music. Odd.

Things take a strange turn for Jolie when a ghost wearing a double-breasted suit shows up.  There she is, minding her own business and listening to Cindy Lauper belt out “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” after closing for the day, when she hears the shop door open.  But when she goes out to look, the door is closed (and why didn’t she hear it close if she heard it open?) Using a broom for protection she sweeps under her desk (the only place to hide in the shop) looking for an intruder and finds the ghost instead.  Actually, he finds her because he was sent to her by someone.  When he leaves, Jolie pulls a Scrooge and wonders if he was the result of indigestion.

The next day she gets a visit from a man named Rand.  Yes, Rand is his name.  I know.  Never mind. She gasps upon seeing him and immediately starts drooling, which is an unattractive trait in anyone.  But then, Rand is eminently drool-worthy.  After all, he is an Adonis.  A Greek God. He has Sean-Connery-would-be-envious good looks, a cleft chin, pearly whites, a Roman nose, a certain Paul Newman-esque quality, considerable height, hands that nearly span his thighs from thumb to pinky, and grade A dimples. Plus he has a vibrant blue aura that emanates out of him like electricity.  All that in one package!  And if that was not enough, he has sweater-straining broad shoulders that taper to a trim waist and long legs as a finale.  His shoulders bounce when he is surprised. Lightning ricochets up Jolie’s arm when they touch.  Every time they touch.  So Jolie has an inane thought: she is dismayed that he has a tan while her own skin is fair.  What has that got to do with anything?

Rand asks her to try to get one of her visions for him.  When she fails, he arranges to come back the next three Tuesdays. Jolie is skeptical, but when he does show up the following week she decides enough is enough.  Not being one to beat around the bush, she asks him straight out if he is there to get a date with her employee, Christa.

Now you might ask where that came from. Well, Jolie has weird ideas about beauty and what comprises it.  And has almost constant snide thoughts about her best friend Christa, who also works for her.  After a while you begin to question Jolie’s “friendship.” Although Christa calls her pretty, Jolie examines herself in the mirror and decides she isn’t pretty at all—after all she only as a pert nose, cornflower blue eyes, plump lips, pale skin, and ample breasts.  But Christa is classically pretty.  Cameo pretty.  Which is strange since, according to Jolie, Christa is rail skinny and has no boobs.  No, Christa doesn’t look like Jolie at all—which isn’t strange in the least since they are not related.

Back to Rand’s second visit. Jolie has to refocus her attention because he has a heady scent of mint and cinnamon or maybe cardamom.  I tried to use that as well to refocus mine. This time Jolie does get a piecemeal, unclear vision.  Despite having told us  earlier that her visions were erratic and as reliable as TV weather anchors, she is now upset because most of the time her visions are much clearer. But sometimes they don’t make much sense. The next week they are back to being unreliable.  I’m getting dizzy.

On the third Tuesday Jolie has another weird symptom—her heart flops around like a fish on a pole when she thinks a passerby is Rand, while at the same time his impending visit weighs upon her like a ton of bricks.  Perhaps she should see a doctor about that. Her thoughts scatter when she sees him—she shouldn’t be looking at the bottom of his untucked shirt, of all places!  Very strange.  Now if she was looking at his crotch it would be one thing, but what’s wrong about looking at his shirttails?  But then again, his thighs strain against his pants and she just knows that his backside is just as tight and muscular as his front.  Naughty girl.

But now Jolie learns the shocking truth.  Rand sent the ghost (whose name is Jack) to her to find out if she could see it.  When he discovered she could see auras too he was convinced that her powers are stronger than she thinks.  Oh, and he’s a warlock.

Jolie doesn’t believe the warlock schtick, but perhaps she shouldn’t disagree with or mock a man who’s lost his mental facilities.  What if he murders her while Christa is still at Starbucks and unable to help her?!?  She thinks a bad story is getting worse.  No need to tell us that.  But wait!  This must be a gag Christa thought up.  Buoyed up by that thought Jolie opens the door and tells Rand to leave.  She changes her mind about everything when the door jerks away and slams shut. Then her chair slides out from the table all by itself.  Crap.  Rand really is a warlock.   She can taste her fear—but fortunately her fear tar doesn’t grab her feet this time.

Rand says he will tell Jolie what he wants from her over dinner.  As a rule Jolie doesn’t date and definitely doesn’t go out with warlocks. But then again she hasn’t had a date in years, so she better grasp this chance with both hands, don’t you think?  She does—but only because Rand uses his powers to make her.  She feels like a puppet.

Rand wants her to travel back in time with him to 1920’s Chicago to find out who killed Jack. Jolie uses her shrewd black-and-white business sense to drive a hard deal with Rand over the length of her stay in the past and the payment of the money he uses to bribe her. And she demands that Christa be allowed to come too.  Because taking someone back in time & possibly not being able to come back is what friendship is all about.

But Rand isn’t finished with his revelations.  That piecemeal vision she’d had?  He sent it.  To make sure they could communicate telepathically. And the guy she saw in that vision is a dangerous vampire.  It just keeps piling up.  The Augean stables weren’t as full as this story.

The weather in Chicago is the pits.  Drops of rain pelt the windows of Jolie and Christa’s hotel room, demanding entrance. Lightning warns of coming thunder.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, Christa puts on lipstick that is somewhere between magenta and a week-old bruise. Eeeeuw—after five days bruises turn greenish or yellow so that lipstick is absolutely dreadful.  Here Jolie has a snide thought about Christa, that she looks ridiculous.  Some friend.  The author tells us that Christa has an epiphany—she wonders if Rand would pose for her (she’s a photographer).  The author needs a dictionary.  Perhaps she meant Christa had a brain wave. Or a notion. Or an inspiration.  But she certainly didn’t have an epiphany.

In another snide thought about Christa we are greeted with yet another weird switch by the author. Earlier she was described as being rail skinny.  Now Jolie looks at Christa, who is dressed to the nines, and thinks her tight black body suit emphasizes her small waist and broad hips.  And that her cheetah stiletto heels emphasize nothing—even though high heels tend to flatter a woman’s legs.  This is cattiness to the max on Jolie’s part—she insists on wearing “sensible” clothes and heels and would never be comfortable in a getup like Christa is “parading” around in.   And later Jolie frowns as Christa gets into a taxi, “making sure to stick her ass out as she bent over.” Meow. Rand is embarrassed—but is it because of Christa’s obvious ass or Jolie’s obvious jealousy?

In yet another reverse, when the cabbie is wowed by Christa, Jolie thinks that Christa is pretty, but it was in how she carried herself.  She is just as pretty, maybe.  Gee, at the beginning of this sample she said she wasn’t pretty—pleasant enough, but just the girl next door type.

Rand tells them that they will go to the house that Jack had lived in the morning.  He’ll cast a spell and they’ll go back to the 1920’s as spectators to see who shoots Jack in the head.  As the killer won’t be telling Jack who he is (can’t you just see it?  “Jack, this is Bob and I’m going to shoot you in the back of the head so you won’t see me and know who shot you.”) Jolie will have to use her visions and intuition.

Reality comes crashing down on Jolie like a breaking window, a shard of glass ramming itself into her stomach.  Oookay.  And now it’s back to her visions being unreliable and this was going to be more difficult than she had thought. But maybe this would be different.  Because this time she would essentially become one of her visions.

Wait a minute.  Wouldn’t that mean that she’d have to have had a vision of herself being a spectator in the past?  Or that she would need to have a vision sometime in the future of herself being in the past as a spectator? And why would she have a vision about it in the future, when she would be able to remember she’d been there?  Oh well, why should we even hope for logic at this point?

This is the first book in a series featuring Jolie Wilkins.  The sample is three chapters long.  In it, we learn that Jolie is catty and snide and more than a little bit “off.” We also learn that the author keeps changing her mind about things and loves hyperbole.  A lot.  This bodes ill for the rest of the book, not to mention the series.  But perhaps Jolie improves over time.  Perhaps she’ll get over her snide cattiness?  Maybe the author will get her stories straight and lessen her hyperbole?

Don’t get your hopes up.  At least the covers are nifty and the books are under $3.oo.  This one is only 99¢ and the second title is $2.99.