Monday, February 29, 2016

Get your romance fix with books by Tamie Dearen!

her-best-match-02Do you love that "ahhhh" feeling you get when you read a sweet romance? Especially when you get to that inevitable happy ending? Tamie Dearen's romantic comedy series, The Best Girls, can satisfy that craving. And the first book of the series, Her Best Match, is currently free. But beware.... it's addicting! The limited-time price-reduction for Her Best Match is already in effect, in preparation for March 13, the day of the big sale and the release of A Rose in Bloom, a serial romantic comedy. Unlike anything you've ever read before, A Rose in Bloom was written and published in small parts, week-by-week, on Tamie Dearen's blog, to the simultaneous delight and frustration of her devoted readers. Now, for the first time, the complete serial romance will be available to read as a novella.


Feisty, stubborn, and bored with life in Texas, Anne Best is about to get more than she bargained for. The lovely widow heads off to the Big Apple for a job interview, expecting no more than a few days adventure in New York City, only to find herself with a new job working for the most infuriating man she's ever met.   Billionaire Steven Gherring is one of New York's Most Eligible Bachelors, and he has every intention of staying that way. But Gram has other ideas. She's on a not-so-secret campaign to find a wife for her grandson.   As fearless as she is clumsy, Anne tackles every challenge (including her new boss) enthusiastically, with two lone exceptions... public speaking and recognizing her own feelings. Passions rise along with hemlines as Gram joins forces with Anne, a veteran matchmaker, to find the perfect match for Steven.
Get Her Best Match free on Amazon, Nook, iTunes, and Kobo!

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New Release--Preorder Now!

A Rose In Bloom


Elyssa Rose has delicate flowers in her hands and a muscular guy on her mind.
The talented owner of A Rose in Bloom is determined to make a success of her floral business. And she doesn't want or need a man's help or interference! But trouble shows up in the form of her handsome, but antagonistic, neighbor, Jaxon McCall, a gym owner whose sole purpose is to buy her building from her.
Jaxon McCall once had his eye on Elyssa's building, but now he can't take his eyes off her.
Magnetic attraction draws them together, even as their stubborn personalities drive them apart. A Rose in Bloom is now available for pre-order on Amazon, with a March 13 release date!

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Tamie Dearen lives with her very romantic husband of thirty-three years. She has two beautiful daughters, two amazing son-in-laws, and one awesome grandson. She plays piano, flute, harmonica, keyboards, and guitar, and loves composing and art. And she hates housework. She has been a dentist in private practice for thirty years. She stays busy playing on her church's praise team and leading a weekly Bible study. In her spare time, she writes books.   Tamie specializes in writing “clean’ books without excessive violence, offensive language, or explicit sex. She has published a Romantic Comedy series called The Best Girls, which includes a free novella and four full-length novels, and recently published her first Christian Romance, Noelle’s Golden Christmas. She has also published the two books in a Young Adult Fantasy series, Alora: The Wander-Jewel, and Alora: The Portal. To combine her love of music with her writing, Tamie composed the background music for the Alora Series video trailer and a Christmas song, which is linked in the back of Noelle’s Golden Christmas. Her latest book, A Rose in Bloom, a romantic comedy serial story, is available for pre-order and will be released March 13.
Tamie met her husband as a freshman in college when she acted out of character on a whim. One night in the library lobby, she spied a cute guy with his first name written on the back of his shirt. She called out his name. When he approached to talk to her, she pretended that she'd met him before, asking about his classes and how he liked college. To her surprise and delight, he also pretended that he knew her, but of course he didn't know her name. They continued this false relationship for two months. Each time they saw each other, an event that occurred three times per week at the cafeteria, he would pretend he knew her. Meanwhile, all of Tamie's friends were careful not to reveal her name to him. When he finally admitted his ignorance of her name, he was astonished to learn the truth. And the rest is history.

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Announcement! I've been signed by RRPI for a new Fantasy book!

I'm very pleased to announce that I have been signed by RRPI (Rambunctious Ramblings Publishing Incorporated) for my new Fantasy book, Icarus Rising.
RRPI is a traditional publishing company with an open, creative environment for their authors and artists. I'm quoting from their website, but I've found it to be true and I am delighted that they accepted my book.
I look forward to working with them.

For more information, check here:

I've already got the shirt!!

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Interview with author Jason Pere

Picture         Jason Pere currently resides in his home state of Connecticut with his darling wife and duo of maniacal felines.

He is a renascence man having dabbled in Acting for Film and Theater, Fencing and Mixed Martial Arts, Professional Dorkary and a bevy of other passions before coming to land on writing.

We're excited to have Jason here to answer a few questions. I have my sword at the ready in case I have to duel him for the answers!

 Tell me about Calling the Reaper and where did you get the idea for the book?
I took a lot of my inspiration from the classic “Fighter” video game genre of the 1990’s. Much of the initial premise was derived from the question “Who would win in a fight?” I wanted to create a massive world with lots of unique and varied cultures each representing an iconic warrior type from human history. I realized that doing this would set it up more like an anthology and it would be hard to tie eight profoundly diverse characters that never get a chance to meet in person together. That is where I introduced the “Purgatory” concept of having a unified afterlife theology laid down throughout interludes in the main story. In addition to giving the reader a glimpse into eight great warrior culture from world history I wanted to develop characters that each had highly complicated issued with conscience and morality. I really wanted to play up having my protagonists and antagonists be the same characters. I wanted to give readers a type of character that they probably have not seen before. 

                   Did you have any goals for this collection when you wrote it — to get published, or just to finish, etc.?
I will admit that I was so greatly intimidated when I started this project. I published one book before and that was a collection of poetry. I was terrified at the prospect of having to create a full length novel. I was not sure that I had that locked away within my imagination. So a large portion of writing “Calling the Reaper” was about proving something to myself. I figured that I could always just self-publish the thing when I was done and give myself a pat on the back. For me it was mostly about just writing a book at the get go. Then I started sharing my material with others, first at a small local writers group and then with some online groups. The response and feedback that I got from people who heard my excerpts was overwhelmingly grossly positive and that is when I got the notion to try and market the book more aggressively. I fell in touch with an editor that led me to a publisher and well it all just kind of took off from there.

                 What authors do you like to read? What book or books have had a strong influence on you or your writing?
Well there is a whole lot of David Gemmell in there, go figure. Also the “Poetic Eddas” and the “Hagakure” hold a special place in my heart. Otherwise, I have to say that I don’t have a lot of established Authors that I read all that much. With what time I have devoted to pen and paper I spend it writing my own material and when I do have some time to delve into the world of another writer I tend to look at the work of other up and coming authors. Most of what I read by other writers are first drafts, experts and bits and pieces of text put together in Word Documents and PDFs. On that note I read a lot of Kathrin Huston’s material. She is the person who edited Calling the Reaper for me and I have done a lot of beta reading form her works. We have a pretty solid working relationship of creative exchange. I’m a big fan of her book “Daughter of the Drackan” as well as her upcoming work in progress “Sleepwater Beat”

  Could you describe the mundane details of writing: How many hours a day do you devote to writing? Do you write a draft on paper or at a keyboard (typewriter or computer)?
1,000 words a day minimum, writer’s block be damned. When I decide to have a writing day I sit in front of my computer and I don’t leave until I hit 1,000 words or more. I try and get in at least five writing days a week. Each one roughly takes me an hour depending on how well framed I have the scene in my imagination. I tend to avoid outlining and other than an envisioned beginning, ending and some major story highlights I write mostly by improvisation. My absolute number one rule when it comes to writing is “When it starts to feel like work it is time to stop and take a break for a while.” I used to write on paper for my first draft. When I have a short poem or something like that I will return to pen and paper. After having to transcribe my first book from three different notebooks full of text onto my laptop I have moved on to working electronically for any of my more lengthy stories.

            How hard is it to establish and maintain a career in fiction writing?
                                Writing the stories is only half of the battle. You need marketing and publicity just as much as epically moving tales of heroism and relatable characters. I am a far cry from a salesman and desperately require and advocate for my work. So In my case, making a career in fiction writing, I would say it impossible, at least at the moment. I am one of those writers that still has to have a “normal” job. I can at least say that I have made money off of my art and have some fans but at this stage I would hardly call “Fiction Writing” a livelihood for me. I hope to change that as soon as possible. You hear that people…buy my books!

            Favorite swashbuckling hero?
                                I have to pick just one? That’s like asking a parent to choose a favorite child…they all have one but will never admit it publicly. Maybe we could just say that I have not discovered them yet. I realize that is a high bar to set against the likes of Zorro, Inigo Montoya, The Count of Monte Cristo, Captain Dante Ramos and D'Artagnan but I’m game.

           If you were to name one piece of clothing that describes you, what would you say?
                                Steel toe Boots! Sturdy, dependable, they help you get to where you want to go, they serve as protective armor and are magnificently stylish in a para-military/industrial chic kind of way.

           If you were to write a book about yourself, what would you name it?
                                Well I kind of did that a little bit already. It’s called Modern Knighthood: Diary of a Warrior Poet.

        Share a funny incident in your life.
                                I’ve worn a dress before. I had a passing infatuation with Scotland when I was a teenager. Like I owned a set of bagpipes kind of infatuation. I wanted a kilt. So one Columbus Day weekend on a family vacation up in Vermont we stopped in at a Scottish themed retail store. They had a wide variety of items there, kilts were one of them. I selected a kilt with a tartan pattern that suited my color palate at the time and went to the dressing rooms. I put on the kilt and to my surprise it was floor length. I fidgeted with the garment for several moments until I was sure that I had put it on correctly. I left the dressing room, still clad in kilt mind you, and found a store clerk. I inquired about the length and where I might find a more proportion kilt. The clerk then proceeded to tell me that all men’s kilts provided by the store were custom made to order and the only kilts they had ready in stock were ladies. So there I was in Vermont….wearing a dress.

      You have to wear a t-shirt with one word on it for the rest of your life. Which word do you choose?

        If you could meet anyone from history, who would you meet and why?
                I just keep on going back to Joan of Ark. Armor clad French warrior woman with a questionable mental state. With sixteen voices in her head the conversation would be anything but dull and I could do a lot of listening.

        What holiday would you invent to get a day off work?
                World Swashbucklers day. Everyone has to celebrate by swinging from a chandelier.

          Name 2 things you consider yourself to be very good at.
                Hmm, two things I’m very good at. I got it. I am super good at being humble. I’m also pretty adept at being ironic. Seriously though I would say video games. I love to dork out with my consoles when I get the chance. In addition to being able to Mario Bros with the best of em’ one of my biggest strengths in my skill set is using my imagination.

         Name 2 things you consider yourself to be very bad at.
                I am exceptionally shy so I’m not good at speaking to people in person. In real life I am far less charming and caviler. Second fault would be being neat. I am not exactly a slob but I everything I do I end up getting messy and if you need me to do something you are more than welcome to ask me for “Functional” but don’t ask for “Pretty”.

       Do you scream on roller coasters? Do you lift up your hands?
                I don’t scream on roller coasters, nor do I put my hands up. In fact I avoid roller coasters. I had a bad experience on one as a young child that left me with a chipped tooth so when it comes to amusement parks you can find me in the arcade.

      You are planning the most awesome dinner party of your life. Which 3 celebrities/historical figures (past or present) would you add to your guest list to keep the dinner talk interesting?
                First person that comes to mind is Sean Bean. He is my favorite actor of all time and with his unparalleled ability to die dramatically there is a good chance that dinner could turn into a murder mystery theater. I think it would be cool to have William Shakespeare in attendance just to be entertained by some world class eloquently framed insults after Billy has had too much to drink. Lastly Robin Williams because there is nobody who could possibly provide better entertainment at a dinner party.

      Tell me about your next project?
I am involved in about a flibityjillion collaborative works at the moment. Most of them are thru the Collaborative Writing Challenge and will be coming to print throughout 2016. When it comes to my solo work: Dark,Gritty, Edgy, Twisted, right? " This guy is clearly going to write material for mature audiences only." Nope, my next solo piece is actually a children’s book. You will definitely be able to tell that someone who favors darker content wrote it but it will no less bring the requisite warm and fuzzies that are pivotal to the genre. I will tell you this much, It is a story about the bravest teddy bear you will ever meet. After that I have a draft of a post-apocalyptic sociological political action adventure that I am trying to find a publisher for. That story begs the questions “If America had the chance to reinvent it government would it size the opportunity and what would that look like?”

Thank you for stopping, Jason, and answering our questions! Good luck with the book (it's terrific reading!) and the best with your deeds of derring-do!

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Trad Tuesday: King and Country by Seth Lakeman

King and Country is a modern song in a traditional style. Seth Lakeman, a well-known English folk singer, wrote it for his grandfather who took part in the D-Day landings in World War II. Seth is known for the variety of instruments that he plays which include fiddle, guitar, viola, and banjo.

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Fantasy Worlds emag

AntrimCycle will be writing book reviews for the new emag Fantasy Worlds starting in April. Let me know in the comments if you have some new Fantasy books that you'd like me to take a look at for future issues.

Check out the inaugural issue at . You can view or download a copy for free.

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Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Trad Tuesday - Wind That Shakes the Barley sung by Dead Can Dance

"The Wind That Shakes the Barley" is an Irish ballad written by Robert Dwyer Joyce (1836–1883), a Limerick-born poet and professor of English literature. The song is written from the perspective of a doomed young Wexford rebel who is about to sacrifice his relationship with his loved one and plunge into the cauldron of violence associated with the1798 rebellion in Ireland. The references to barley in the song derive from the fact that the rebels often carried barley or oats in their pockets as provisions for when on the march. This gave rise to the post-rebellion phenomenon of barley growing and marking the "croppy-holes," mass unmarked graves into which slain rebels were thrown, symbolizing the regenerative nature of Irish resistance to British rule. As the barley will grow every year in the Spring time of the year this is said to symbolize Irish resistance to British oppression and that Ireland will never yield and will always oppose British rule on the island. (from Wikipedia)

Dead Can Dance is an Australian Celtic group that does many traditional songs.

Monday, February 15, 2016

Book Review: Calling the Reaper by Jason Pere

Calling the Reaper is the initial book in the First Book of Purgatory series. The concept is that the realm of mankind lies between Paradise and Purgatory. Valkyries hold sway in Paradise, ready to collect the souls of any person who qualifies for heaven by the choices they made in life. The Reaper collects the souls of those who made the wrong choices.
Here we have eight separate stories where a man or woman is confronted with a decision at the end of their life. I liked very much how the stories intermingled even though they take place in separate places. The native people in the story 'Sacrifice' evolve to become the tribal people in 'Mourning Dove Song'.
All of the stories are well-written and interesting. They take place in worlds that are similar to our own and the detail is excellent. I especially enjoyed reading Vengeful Ghost (Shogunate world), Sacrifice (Inca/Mayan world), Mourning Dove Song (the Old West), Legend No More (Vikings), Broken Steel, Broken Words (Teutonic knights), and Born of Titians (Romans), or at least that's how I interpreted the stories parallel worlds. (There are also pirates and Russian worlds in the other two stories which are also absorbing).
I found myself rooting for most of these protagonists to be taken by Valkyries (I won't tell you how they ended up). The characters are generally likable people who are faced with hard choices, so I had sympathy for most of them, even when they made a bad decision.
This is a fine piece of work and I'm looking forward to the next book in the series.

Link to Amazon

Thursday, February 11, 2016

New Release: Debt by Rachel Dunning

99c Pre-Order Sale
526 Pages
Standalone Novel
New-Adult Romance / Sports Romance

“He is magnetic and an Alpha to his core.”
Lunaland Books ☆☆☆☆☆ Review
“I was sucked into this book from page one!
“The Debt Collector is sexy as sin and the ultimate Alpha male!!”
Alpha Book Club ☆☆☆☆☆ Review

By Rachel Dunning

Expected Release Date:
March 30, 2016

What’s it about?

The Debt Collector

I pay my debts, and I expect others to.
I was raised in the slums of London, I knew nothing of privilege. My father was murdered when I was seventeen. Morty figured my father's passing meant I would automatically take on dad's debts. I refused.
And I paid for that refusal.
So did my sister.
So now I fight. All I know how to do is fight. The best cash is in the states, so that's where I am now. A big fish called Vito came along offering me a "favor" when I arrived.
Another debt.
I paid for that one too.
I knew Kyla Hensley would be trouble when I met her. But I wanted her. I could see through the falsehood of her wannabe-slutty clothes and her sexy legs. So I chased her.
Besides, trouble is my middle name.

Kyla Hensley

I was brought up in privilege, but I lacked everything else. My father is a business tycoon who buys and sells and doesn't care who gets rolled over in the process.
I never knew my mother, and all I have of her is a photo with a note scrawled on the back in French saying "I'm sorry." The only Female Figure I had growing up is my dad's wife who is a bleach blond with seven boob jobs. We never bonded.
I drink. I party. I meet guys.
But I wasn't always like that.
I've had a string of lovers in the last few years, the worst and most recent of which was Vince Somerset. My best friend Vera was dating a guy called Rory Cansoom who is the opposite of Vince in so many ways, and yet so the same.
She and I hit the road for the summer, getting away from the two college psychos and just trying to have some fun.
But there's a funny thing about trouble, the more you run from it, the more it finds you.
Which is when I met the Debt Collector.
It was only supposed to be sex. He made that clear. I made that clear.
That's all it was supposed to be.
I never expected to fall in love. I never expected to fall so deeply, madly, uncomfortably in love with a man who is wrong, so wrong for me.
And unbelievably right.

Content Warning

Not intended for readers under the age of seventeen.

New-Adult Romance
Sports Romance


About Rachel
Rachel Dunning hit the scene in August 2013 and is the author of the highly praised Naive Mistakes Series, Truthful Lies Trilogy, Johnny Series and the paranormal romance series, Mind Games.
A prolific writer, she sticks to stories where Alpha Males aren’t pricks and where women have guts.
She’s lived on two different continents, speaks three different languages, and met the love of her life on the internet. In other words, romance is in her blood.

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Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Cover Reveal: In the Dying Light by Angela Carling

The blurb for In The Dying Light
Winter Merrill knew it would be difficult when she took on an ancient curse to save her family, but couldn’t have imagined the isolated existence she would inherit.

When her long-time boyfriend’s demanding college schedule competes with her needs, Winter is left completely alone to fight the dark secrets she bares. At her breaking point a stranger enters Winter’s life, one who understands how she feels and more importantly knows how to eliminate the curse. 
Will his friendship be a new beginning for Winter or will it prove to be her demise?

Get caught up! Grab The Secret Keeper, the first book in the series before In The Dying Light comes out in March.

Here’s a little excerpt from The Secret Keeper to get you started

Over and over in my head I repeated, “She can make my secret go
away.” I’m not sure if I was trying to convince myself, or trying to keep
myself from going nuts, but the phrase calmed me as I drove.

I found Lejo Street and began the steep climb to the top. The houses
in this neighborhood were small. Most were weathered if not
completely forgotten. Pines grew too close together. Piles of rusted tools
and long-forgotten bathroom fixtures littered the landscape, hidden
only by overgrown grasses and neglected Quakies. No wonder everyone
thought it was creepy.

My heart rate quickened with the ascent, and my palms left sticky
sweat on my steering wheel. I wiped them on my jeans only to have the
moisture build up again immediately. Soon there was nothing but dense
forest; a blur of green, broken only by the ashen skies above. The rain
came down in unyielding sheets and I turned up the windshield wipers.
Back and forth they went like a giant metronome, keeping in step with
my nervous heartbeat.

I strained to see out the windows until all at once there was nothing
in front me but a large rusted metal gate and a cracked wood sign, painted
long ago, that declared, “No trespassing.” Beyond the gate, through the
trees and the rain, I saw the pale blue house that the girl in the park had described.

One more time I said out loud, “She can make my secret disappear.”
I’d almost convinced myself now. I had to be convinced, what with the
dilapidated house in the middle of nowhere and the stormy weather.
Everything screamed “Don’t go in!” but I was driven to try something,
anything, not to lose my best friend and boyfriend.
I climbed from the car and ran until I reached the porch, slipping and
having to catch myself as I tried to take the stairs too fast. Light spilled
out through a crack in the curtains, letting me know someone was there.
I lifted my hand to knock on the old splintered door and froze. I didn’t
know the secret keeper’s name. How would I address her? Before I could
decide what to do, the heavily scratched door handle turned and the door
opened a crack. My mouth fell open. The eyes that peered through the
opening were surprisingly young.

My throat felt tight as I swallowed and it sounded loud to me. I
could turn and run. Everything in my gut told me to go, but I stood like
a marble statue frozen by my anguish.

Who are you looking for?” she asked.

Her melodic voice made me think of dozens of wind chimes all
tinkling at once. Still, I felt uneasy.

I made myself spit out the words. “The Secret Keeper.”
An excruciatingly long minute passed and I thought she might tell
me that I had the wrong house or that I should get off her property.
Finally, in a voice no louder than a whisper she said, “Come in. I’m the
Secret Keeper.”

A little about Angela
Angela Carling was raised in Palm Springs California, but lives Arizona with her husband, three kids and five felines.  After years of denial she finally admitted that she is a hopeless romantic which led her to write her first Young Adult book Unbreakable Love. Since then she’s published three more books, Shackled, Becoming Bryn and The Secret Keeper. Shackled won the silver IPGA award in 2012 and has been optioned as a screenplay. She always eats the frosting off her cake and leaves the rest, and can be caught singing in public bathrooms.  When she’s not writing YA novels, she’s mentoring teen writers, making pizza with her family or dreaming of taking a nap, not necessarily in that order. 

Links to connect with Angela

How Google can help Indie Authors!

There are a lot of Search Engines out there. I happen to prefer Google, so that's what I'm going to use in this post, but feel free to substitute your search engine of choice whereever you see the word Google. 
As an Indie Author, you will find many reasons to use Google, but do you use it as fully as you can? I'm going to offer some options that you may not have considered as a self-published or Indie author.


Before you even start your novel, you should be using Google regardless of if you're a plotter or a pantser. Yes, you will use it as you go along: What do swans eat? How do you fix a transmission? How common are green eyes? As a plotter, you will probably do some of this research early, but even pantsers will research as they write.
I'm talking about even more basic research. 
Book Titles:  Has your preferred title been used before? What do you see when you do a search on it? It's perfectly fine to use the same title again, but you should consider the pros and cons.
Author Name: What do you intend to use for an author name? Your own? Again, search Google and see what comes up. If your name is LeBron James, you might want to use a pseudonym. Even shortening it to L. James brings up author E.L. James and so on. Again, this is something to consider.
Character Names: What are you using for the names of your main characters? If you live in a bubble, you might want to Google 'Christian Grey' before you use the name for the sweet vicar who solves the mystery in your detective novel.
Pictures: If you decide to use a photograph for your cover or inside your book, you should be checking Google. Most cover artists are ethical and use stock photos that they have the rights to. But that doesn't mean that someone else hasn't decided to use that picture you wanted for your cover to do a Imodium commercial. Or the model became a porn star after she gave you the rights to that perfect picture.
It's easy to check: right click on your photo on the internet and select 'search Google for image' to see what comes up. 

More Research

Once you have finished your book, you need to do more research. There's marketing to do. Maybe you decide that you want to send the book out to Agents or Publishers. All sorts of people contact you with offers; how do you know which are good to go forward with?

Editors and Preditors:  Bookmark this site ( ). They research for you and it's not just editors. They look at contests, promotions, magazines, book stores, agents, and much more. Always, always, always check here first!

KBoards: This is the community forum for authors. There are a lot of good boards and forums, but the best part is that authors share their experiences. It's a good place to look for more information about possible editors, agents, graphic artists, etc. who might leave you with a bad experience. 

Otherwise, just Google and see what comes up. Like any reviews or comments, you should make your own judgements based on what you find. But if you don't look, you'll never know that there is an issue until you get a certified letter in the mail.

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Cover Reveal and Excerpt: Calling the Reaper by Jason Pere

PictureRelease Date: Feb. 15, 2016
Blurb: The time of the Unity has ended. Now, the realm of man is stranded between Paradise and Purgatory. The Valkyrie and Reaper battle over the fate of all who pass from the land of the living and into the afterlife.
    Eight mortal spirits from vastly different worlds tread the same, inevitable path toward their last, crucial decision. Within them all exists the defining conflict every man must face—to look upon the end of their life with glory and honor, or to give credence to their baser longings, calling the Reaper to their own demise.
    In this rich, harrowing tale of pride, deceit, honor, vengeance, and redemption, each individual must battle their inner turmoil, facing the sacrifices they have made before their unavoidable end in the land of the living.
    But their last day in life is also their first day of death amidst the terrors of the underworld. Lord Master Death wants them all…and the real battle has only just begun. 

Bio for Jason Pere: 
PictureCurrently resides in his home state of Connecticut with his darling wife and duo of maniacal felines.
He is a renascence man having dabbled in Acting for Film and Theater, Fencing and Mixed Martial Arts,
Professional Dorkary and a bevy of other passions before coming to land on writing.

Calling the Reaper Excerpt

Where Dante had expected to see herbs, tonics, and medicinal powers from lands afar, all he saw was a peculiar little man sitting calmly atop a damaged gunpowder barrel. The man’s skin had a golden-yellow tone, eyes narrow slits which housed a striking and even playful dark brown gaze. He had a long, thin moustache which trailed off into two black wisps, dangling at the sides of his mouth. Robes of dark red draped from his shoulders, stitched with small copper bows, and his dark, braided hair fell from under a matching copper-colored, square-cornered hat.
“Greetings to you.” The little man’s accent was just as foreign as his appearance. He rose from his seat and bowed to Dante.
“Greetings to you. I am Dante Ramos, Captain of the Sapphire Lady. May I have the pleasure of your name?” Dante asked. The Captain kept his flintlock in hand but lowered the weapon to a less threatening position.
“I am Motokumo Tomikashu, Master of the Imperial Gardens and personal herbalist and apothecary to the Most Divine Emperor Mako Tashanoshi the Ninth,” said the man.
“Now would you kindly tell me where the ship’s cargo is stowed?” Dante graced his question with an inquisitive grin.
“Certainly, Dante Ramos Samma, Captain of the Sapphire Lady. I and my personal possessions are the only cargo aboard this ship,” Motokumo Tomikashu said with another deep bow. The man had some obvious trouble pronouncing Dante’s name, but his effort was commendable.
“Are you not afraid? Death may be very close for you. I think it best that you not lie to me,” Dante said.
“I do not fear death. I may be commanded by the Devine Emperor to end my life at any moment, and am at peace should my end draw near,” the little man stated. “And I never lie. I have no skill with false speech.” It was hard to tell from his expression whether he said this in jest or was just remarkably humble.
“I know there were medical supplies on this craft,” Dante said. “I will have them.” He searched the face of the other man as he spoke. Dante had known many liars, and only two things were clear to the Captain; this man was either telling the truth he believed, or he was the greatest liar of all time.
“You are correct, Dante Ramos Samma, Captain of the Sapphire Lady,” Motokumo Tomikashu said. “I am possessed of what you seek.”
“You are a healer?” Dante asked. His surprise warranted a raised eyebrow, and suddenly the matter took on a measure of clarity for the Captain.
“Yes. A healer is one of the many things I am,” said the foreigner.
“Do you know of an illness that causes its victim to fall into unending sleep, even for years?”
“There is no such illness,” Motokumo Tomikashu said. Dante’s eyes fell to the floor; another false lead. “There is, however, a poison that will do such a thing.”
Dante’s heart leapt back up into his throat. “What poison? How do you know?”
“I know of this because I created this kind of poison. It is a lovely blend derived from the Lotus bloom of my homeland.” Motokumo Tomikashu smiled.
“My sister suffers from this…poisoning,” Dante said coldly, and his hand dropped automatically to the hilt of his saber. If this was the man who had created such a thing, Dante couldn’t help but wonder if he had also been to the Queen’s city, if he had anything to do with his sister’s misfortune.
The man in the scarlet robes seemed to read Dante’s thoughts. “I did not poison her, Captain Dante Ramos samma. I have never poisoned anyone. But I had many dealings with your Queen’s Master Saboteur. Juan Dematiao samma has a fascination with my blends not meant to heal.”
Dante had never met Juan Demataio face to face, but the man had a reputation as chilling as the Sapphire Ladyand her Cerulean Corsairs. What did Catalina do? he thought with dread. “You created the poison,” he said to the foreigner. “Is there a cure?”
“There is a treatment, and with the proper materials it would not take me long to turn the treatment into a full remedy,” Motokumo Tomikashu said.
That was exactly what he needed to hear. Finally, his years of searching had produced a way to save his sister. Dante wanted to dance and cry all at once, but as a pirate, as Captain of the Sapphire Lady, he could not yet show his relief. “You will come with me, and you will treat my sister,” he told the man. “I will provide any materials you request.” He gestured for the healer to follow him from the cargo hold.
“It would be my honor,” Motokumo Tomikashu said. “And that honor also binds me to another duty I must attend to first.”
“Your duty can wait,” Dante said. “My sister will not.”
“I cannot refuse the call to treat the sick, and I will do as you command,” the little man said with another bow. “But first I must plea to your sense of compassion.” The healer tilted his head at Dante. “What do you know of the wellbeing of your Queen’s son? Prince Raphael?”
Dante frowned. “Prince Raphael serves as a good will ambassador at King Duran’s court in the west.”
“Please forgive,” the healer said, bowing his head low, “but I fear you have been deceived. Most have. Your Prince does not serve abroad. He has been sequestered within your Queen Isabella’s castle, away from inquisitive eyes. Prince Raphael is deathly ill. In exchange for certain favors to the Most Devine Emperor Mako Tashanoshi the Ninth, I have been summoned to treat him.”
“Treat my sister first, and then on my honor I will release you unharmed and you may attend to your duty.” Dante couldn’t believe the man was trying to argue with him.
“It is sad and not a simple thing. I will need no less than a fortnight to prepare the necessary remedy for your sister’s condition,” the healer said. Dante steeled himself. “Your Prince Raphael does not have so much time. He may yet live only another four days.”
There was silence for several seconds, punctured by the creaks and groans of the Star Bell’s hull as she swayed on the waves. The choice was clear to Dante. If this strange little man was all that he said he was, Catalina could be wakened from her bonds of sleep. The debt that Dante owed could be washed clean, but it would come at the cost of young Prince Raphael’s life. Of course, he could allow Motokumo Tomikashu to treat the Prince before seeing to his sister, but even if the healer were to honor that agreement, there was no guarantee that the Queen’s agents would allow a royal healer to resume dealings with a pirate Captain. There was no guarantee that he could safely move about the Queen’s lands once Her Majesty’s court got word of Captain Dante Ramos’ return. Either choice demanded an innocent life, so why should he not choose that which profited him? The choice was clear.
The choice was so clear.
Dante looked long and hard at the healer before he spoke next. “You will come with me. I will see my sister sleep no longer.” Just as he had sworn to do one day.
For Captain Dante Ramos, today would be that day.