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Wednesday, 22 October 2014

RBTL Tours: Love's Pale Road by Martin Gibbs

Title: Love’s Pale Road
Author: Martin Gibbs

Series: Stand Alone
Genre: Fantasy/Romance (A Dark Love Story)
Publisher: Self Published 
Release Date: July 27 2014
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print

Love is a pale road, for Death waits at the end.


Beware the one who will betray you; for you have given them your heart.

Love is often a beast of convenience: two strangers meeting and connecting on some chemical and psychological level; sharing laughs and tears, and maybe bodily fluids.

But love can be real, when it wants to be. There are honest moments in the days we spend with our lover, there are days of sunshine and laugher, and nights of pleasure.

When it wants to be real. Love has its own designs, as poor Bailey finds out: Tasked by a dead man to perform a murderous act, he finds himself in love with a stranger. He was a simple-minded farmer, tending his turnips and his pumpkins, when the outside world burst in, sending everything he held dear to the far winds.

And so the poor chap is alone and scared when Abigail bares her pretty face. Although her family lies dead—somewhere on the path behind her—Bailey trips headfirst into the wants of his own heart, takes her hand, and carries her along a new road.

For Bailey, Love is more than a chemical reaction: It is a living thing, a living road… a pale road. A pale, murky, dangerous road.

For Death waits at the end.

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“Safe? Safe? In this tunnel of Hell? Yeah, Bailey, I really don’t think so.” But she didn’t look back again. She looked at me, then ahead.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I’m going back. To Hell with whatever else is back there; I’ll take my chances.” She didn’t move.
No, she couldn’t leave. “Abby, I will keep you safe.”
Let her go Bailey. Let her go back. This is too dangerous for her.
“I can’t let her go! I like her, Lyn. She’s the only girl who has ever been nice to me.”
It’s a dangerous—
“Stop it!” she hissed. “Both of you. Whatever he’s saying, I can see on your face, Bailey. I—I’m very sorry. I had thought maybe this would be some sort of adventure, and I could forget…” she wiped something from her eye. “That we would go together, keep each other safe, and warm, and you’d get to help Lyn save his son.”
“We can still do that.”
“I’m afraid that won’t work out, Bailey. Demonic bats? Warlocks? The Great Temple itself under attack? My Gods Bailey, do you even realize how mixed-up all of this is? Leave the heavy work to those who can do it! Not a young farmer!”
She said a lot more, but I don’t remember all of it. But I think she was talking about duty. And who should do the duty. Fa said that you must always put others first and take care of them. I told her that. That was why Fa was going to the Great Temple.
“Yeah, but your fa left you in charge, didn’t he? He may be brave, the bravest man in the whole world, Bailey, but—”
“He is,” I said. She was starting to make me angry.
“Fine, maybe he is. Great. Then let him do this! I’m going back, so you can come back too.”
“No. Never.”
She didn’t understand. Nobody did. Fa said that it was always their own fault if they did not understand. How could I make her understand? Lyn wanted her to go back, too; he didn’t like her—why?—and I had to tell her to keep going.
“Gods, Bailey.” She tugged at her hair. “Gods! I just—” Abby breathed loudly out her nose. Like Ugly Nose. “Don’t you get it? I don’t want to die, Bailey. I don’t. Want. To. Die!”
“You will not die with me.”
For the love of—
“You cannot die with me. I won’t let it happen.”
She smiled then, and I thought for sure she would stay. Her warm hand touched my face and I smiled back. “So sweet,” she said, still smiling, but her voice did not sound sweet. “So sweet, delusional, and crazy. Gods love ya Bailey… see you later.”

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Author Information:

Martin Gibbs lives in the snow-covered paradise of Minnesota, where he writes novels, short stories, and poetry. By day he is an IT professional, though his passion for writing has led him down an intricate network of exciting roads.

Gibbs is an avid reader. He favors the classics: Dumas, Dickens, Tolstoy, Proust, Lovecraft; as well as Stephen King, Robert Jordan, George RR Martin.

He enjoys cross-country skiing, biking, and burning béarnaise sauce. He has two very active boys who share his wild imagination, and a wonderful wife who supports all the craziness.

Author Links:
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Blog Accessible Chaos 

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Sunday, 19 October 2014

RBTL Tours: New World: Rising by Jennifer Wilson

Title: New World: Rising

Author: Jennifer Wilson
Series: New World (Book 1)
Genre: YA/Dystopian
Publisher: Self Published 
Release Date: Aug 14 2014
Edition/Format Available In: eBook


Since witnessing her parents’ murders at the age of eleven, Phoenix’s only purpose in life has been to uphold her mother’s dying words- to be strong and survive. But surviving outside of The Walls- outside of The Sanctuary- is more like a drawn-out death sentence. A cruel and ruthless city, Tartarus is run by the Tribes whose motto is simple, “Join or die.”

Refusing to join and determined to live, Phoenix fights to survive in this savage world. Trusting no one, she lives as a rogue, fending only for herself. Then in a moment of rash judgment, she breaks all of her rules to save a child, and in that moment her life is turned upside down. When the rescue mission goes awry, Phoenix is captured by an underground group who claims no allegiance with neither the Tribes nor The Sanctuary. She finds herself in the most dangerous game of survival she has ever played.

In her captivity, only one person- the handsome and oddly sympathetic Triven- shows Phoenix something she has never before experienced: kindness. While warring with unfamiliar emotions and still skeptical of her captors' motives, Phoenix quickly realizes that these people may just hold the key to her lost memories. But who can she trust, when no one can be trusted? Not even herself.

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The wind slapped my face as I looked down on the city below me. The scarce figures moving in the streets looked like ants. Their small bodies skittered through the shadows, avoiding the few street lamps that still worked. The dark meant protection, safety. Those amber pools of light meant exposing yourself, being seen, and no one wanted to be seen out in the open. Not unless they had a death wish.
Death sounded nice sometimes. It would be so… easy.
I leaned out farther from the ledge, rising on my toes to support the shifting weight. One little movement, one second of letting go and it could all be over. I wouldn’t even have to watch my impending collision. I could just close my eyes and wait for the pavement to claim me. I doubted I would even feel it. My consciousness would surely be gone before even the Scavengers found me.
I could jump.
I wouldn’t be the first to give up, to want out.
A cold gust of wind pushed the hood back from my face. I leaned backwards, letting my heels fall to meet the solid cement again. It would be easy, too easy. My mother’s last words echoed in my mind. “Be strong, survive.”
It had been six years since I watched my parents’ murders. Six years of hiding, of surviving this god-forsaken place. Six years could make people forget, lose themselves, but it only sharpened my hate. Chiseling their deaths, their last words into every fiber of my being.
“Be strong, survive.
Those three words made me get up, made me eat, and made me keep moving. And those same three words haunted me every day.
I closed my eyes, seeing my mother’s face. She was beautiful. I always looked too much like her, but her face was soft. That softness was lost on me. I was hardened. I could still feel the iron bars of the grate pressed against my palms. See my father’s scared face as he lowered me into the storm drain. Hear my mother’s voice as she slipped the backpack over my shoulders. I watched silently from the prison where my parents placed me as the Ravagers took their lives. My knuckles bleeding as I pressed them to my mouth to keep from screaming. I saw my father bleed out as he watched them rape his wife. I listened to my mother fight back before they took her life too.  I fought to free myself, to save her, but the grate was too heavy and I was too weak. Later, I watched as the Scavengers came for them, stealing the clothing off my parents’ backs while their bodies were still warm.
I thought I would die in that storm drain, trapped forever, but one of the Scavengers saw me— and for reasons I still do not understand­— he pulled up the grate and dragged me out. I should have screamed or fought him, but I remembered my mother’s words and instead just held his gaze. He seemed fascinated by my boldness before turning his back to me. I watched as he pulled my father’s shoes over his own stained and tattered socks.
“Life’s harsh out here kid, it’s every man for himself. But don’t say nobody never did nothing for you.” Without a second glance at me, he tossed my father’s pocketknife at my feet and left me standing alone in a dark alley.
I was eleven.
After that day I was on my own. I never trusted anyone, never sought friends. My father had left his journal in the backpack. It contained plans, ideas for surviving in the city we called Tartarus— or as the Ancient Greeks referred to it: “The dungeon of the damned.”
I scoured his notes, following them devoutly. And I survived.

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Author’s Other Works:

New World Series
New World: Ashes Coming Soon
The Chosen Series
The Chosen  Coming Soon
The Lost Coming Soon

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Author Information:

As a child Jennifer loved getting lost in the stories of others, but struggled greatly with reading. A notoriously slow reader who stumbled with words and spelling, Jennifer shied away from books, leaning heavily on musical theater and movies to get her inspirational fix.

It was not until in her mid-teens, when a persistent friend convinced her to read the Harry Potter series, that Jennifer found her love for the written word. J.K. Rowling’s books opened doors not only to the fascinating world of a young wizard, but to a life filled with a multitude of literary friends and fantastical worlds. Once a timid reader, Jennifer now devours books and loves getting lost in a new series.

Jennifer had wanted to write her own novel since her early twenties, but unfortunately inspiration doesn’t always strike on command. Her first book, The Chosen, was completed in 2013. But as most first attempts go, it was a flop. While looking through a multitude of rejection letters, inspiration struck again, putting Grace’s story got on hold as Phoenix’s began.

New World: Rising began to fill Jennifer’s brain, flowing like a fully opened valve from her fingertips. What was once such a struggle in her early years suddenly became a passion.

When Jennifer is not writing, she is enjoying life in Colorado, rock climbing, camping, exploring new foods, playing with her golden retriever, Duke, and sharing her life with her handsome and wonderful husband.
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