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Thursday, January 19, 2017

Child of the Night Guild by Andy Peloquin Blog Tour

Vicious, ruthless criminals are made, not born. Child of the Night Guild—an insight into the transformation from innocent child to thief and killer. 


Child of the Night Guild (Queen of Thieves Book 1)
"They killed my parents. They took my name. They imprisoned me in darkness. I would not be broken."
Viola, a child sold to pay her father's debts, has lost everything: her mother, her home, and her identity. Thrown into a life among criminals, she has no time for grief as she endures the brutal training of an apprentice thief. The Night Guild molds an innocent waif into a cunning, agile outlaw skilled in the thieves' trade. She has only one choice: steal enough to pay her debts. 
The cutthroat streets of Praamis will test her mettle, and she must learn to dodge the City Guards or swing from a hangman's rope. But a more dangerous foe lurks within the guild walls. A sadistic rival apprentice, threatened by her strength, is out for blood. 
What hope does one girl have in a world of ruthless men?

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Excerpt:

"Are you sure you're doing it right, Seven?"
Seven scrunched her face, concentrating hard. "I'm doing it just like he showed us, Three. See?" She attempted to snatch the purse. 
Three patted the oversized waistcoat Master Velvet had given him.
"I could still feel it. So you're doing something wrong." 
Frustration mounting, Seven tried again, doing exactly as Master Velvet had taught them. Walk toward the mark. Bump into him. Dip two fingers into his pocket to hook the purse. Apologize to the mark and touch him with my free hand. Hide the purse in my palm and hurry away.
He shook his head. "That time, too. I can feel you pulling the purse out when you move away. Maybe you need to do it faster."
"I can't do it faster, Three. Not yet, at least." Seven clenched her fists in frustration.
He held up a hand. "It's okay, Seven. Give it time. You'll get it."
"Here." She threw him the bulging, cloth-stuffed purse. "Let me try again." Even as she tugged the purse free, the look on Three's face told her she'd failed. 
Her friend shrugged. "Still felt it."
Seven ground her teeth. Master Velvet said this is supposed to be easy. So why can't I get it right? 
Three tugged the vest over his head. "Let's give the bump a break for a moment." He pulled a dun-colored cloak around his shoulders. "What say we give the snatch a try?"
Seven nodded. The snatch required timing and dexterity, but she'd grown adept at it. She walked toward Three, brushed against his cloak, and lifted the purse from the hidden pocket, all without breaking stride. 
Three's eyes widened. "Damn, Seven. I didn't feel a thing!"
She beamed. "Well, at least there's one thing I'm good at."
Master Velvet strode up behind her and took her small, muddy hands. "You've got good finger-work, tyro." He ran his calloused hands over her fingers. "They're quick and nimble. With the right training, you could become quite the purse collector."
"Thank you, Master Velvet." She flushed at his praise. It was the first full compliment she'd ever heard pass his lips. 
"Keep it up, Seven. Three." With a nod, he moved to the next pair of tyros.
Three slapped her on the shoulder. "Look at that! You're getting there."
"Yeah. Now if only I could get the bump down properly." She held out her arms. "Here, give me the vest and cloak. You've got to practice, too."
As Three passed her the clothing, Twelve's shout echoed through the Menagerie. "Damn it! You're doing it wrong, you stupid sack of shite."
Two met Twelve's glare without a trace of fear. "How in the Keeper's name can I be doing it wrong, Twelve?" Two was taller than Twelve, though not as broad. "I'm standing here in this vest. You’re supposed to be pulling the damned purse."
"Well…" Twelve faltered, his face reddening. With a snarl, he threw the purse in Two's face and stormed off.
Three snorted. "Looks like he's not doing much better than you are, Seven."
Seven glared at her friend. "That's not saying much for me, you know. With those fat sausage fingers, he can barely fit his hands in the pocket."
"There you go." He gave her a broad grin. "You've got the advantage, at least over him. Just give it time and you'll get better at it."
She rolled her eyes. "Well, let's see how good you are." 
"I'll bet you a peach I can do the bump better than you."
"You're on!"

Reviews:
"Creative, gritty, and beautifully dark...fantasy addicts will love it!" -- Peter Story, author of Things Grak Hates -- http://peterjstory.com/ 
"The fantasy world has a compelling new antihero…the Hunter will terrify and captivate you." - Eve A Floriste, author of Fresh Cut


Author Bio:

I am, first and foremost, a storyteller and an artist--words are my palette. Fantasy is my genre of choice, and I love to explore the darker side of human nature through the filter of fantasy heroes, villains, and everything in between. I'm also a freelance writer, a
book lover, and a guy who just loves to meet new people and spend hours talking about my fascination for the worlds I encounter in the pages of fantasy novels.

Fantasy provides us with an escape, a way to forget about our mundane problems and step into worlds where anything is possible. It transcends age, gender, religion, race, or lifestyle--it is our way of believing what cannot be, delving into the unknowable, and discovering hidden truths about ourselves and our world in a brand new way. Fiction at its very best!


Saturday, January 14, 2017

Ending A Series Procrastination

Since finishing The Monster Upstairs, Book 2 in the Bloodseeker Series my creative mind been playing this horrible procrastination game. 

The next book I have scheduled for release is Baby Girl 7 Prison of the Past in June 2017.  I started the book, wrote a couple thousand words then my mind switched gears on me. Author TL Katt invited me to write a story for her 2017 Winter Thrillz so I wrote the entire story in 3 days. It's my first writing venture into paranormal romance. All that is great but the book won't be released until Dec. 2017. So why write it now? It wasn't my intention but happened.

A tiny plug on TL. She designed the cover for The Monsters Upstairs (cover reveal coming soon) and has done many teasers for me in the past, including a few below and the Zombie Girl cover which she's modifying for the series.

After finishing that story I pulled up Prison of the Past and wrote another thousand words or so and had a great idea for Zombie Girl. A story I wrote for the Once Upon a Zombietale Anthology released almost a year ago. I've had readers inquire about the characters and ask if it will be part of a much larger story or even a series. The characters kept talking and I almost tripled the word count. It looks like Zombie Girl fans are getting a series titled the Zombie Girl. The first book Premonition is being edited along with The Monster Upstairs, Book 2 in the Bloodseeker Series.

I wouldn't call what's going on writer's block. It's more like end of series, saying good bye to Cleo block. She's always been an easy character for me to slip into and write but her story must come to an end and the entire book is in my head but wouldn't come out. It's hard to say goodbye to a loved one and that's how my mind has perceived it so it keeps pushing the story away and bringing others to the front.

Cleo's journey is filled with tears, happiness, sarcasm and the struggle of a young girl who becomes a pretty amazing adult. She isn't perfect and can be a little self-serving but also puts herself in life and death situations for those she loves. The final book takes her life full circle blasting into the only mystery remaining. When I think about it I realize she avoided solving this mystery much as I have avoided writing this final book.


The mystery is one many readers expected when purchasing and reading Book 5 but it wasn't the time. The time has now come for her to put the clues together and go one one last adventure that is filled with self-discovery. My mind is finally ready to write the story because it realizes this is simply the ending to a brand new beginning.


Baby Girl