Monday 28 July 2014

Suburban Terrors by Pauline Montagna + Giveaway

Suburban Terrors
by Pauline Montagna


Do we really know what secrets Lurk behind the tall fences and locked doors of our city's suburbs?

Here are twelve stories that delve into that mysterious realm. You'll find a few thrills, a touch of horror, a ghost or two... and much more.


Paperback, POD Large Print edition, 197 pages
Published December 2012 by Mountain Lily Press (first published January 1st 2007)


Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15746099-suburban-terrors

Author’s website: http://paulinemontagna.net/suburban-terrors/
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/280726
Lulu (paperback): http://www.lulu.com/shop/pauline-montagna/suburban-terrors/paperback/product-21585125.html

About the Author:
Pauline Montagna was born into an Italian family in Melbourne, Australia. After obtaining a BA in French, Italian and History, she indulged her artistic interests through amateur theatre, while developing her accounting skills through a wide variety of workplaces culminating in the Australian film industry. In her mid-thirties, Pauline returned to university and qualified as a teacher of English as Second Language, a profession she pursued while completing a Diploma of Professional Writing and Editing. She has now retired from teaching to concentrate on her writing. She has published two books, The Slave, an historical romance set in Medieval Italy and Suburban Terrors, a short story collection. 

Sample Story

The Dognappers

It was all Dave’s idea, I swear. He figured it was easy money. Grab a dog (you had to make sure it was well looked after, no use picking a stray) ring the owners and demand a ransom. Easy. I mean it’s not like you’re grabbing a kid or anything. We just needed some quick cash, just to see us through ‘til the crop headed.
But it was me that found the dog. A little black thing it was. Just a puppy really. Dave said it looked like a big black rat. I thought it might be a fox terrier, or maybe a cross, part labrador or something. Anyhow, it came to me when I called it, all trusting and  wagging its little tail and looking at me with its big black eyes, while Dave jumped on it from behind with this sack. It struggled a bit when we shoved it in the car, but it didn’t make a sound.
When we got it home we took it out to the backyard. I had this old lead from when we had a dog, a big pit bull terrier, but someone came over the back fence and poisoned it and stole our crop. Dave wanted to get another one, but I couldn’t stand it. I loved that old terrier. Maxy, his name was. Anyhow, we had this old lead, so I used it to tie the dog to the clothesline. Used one of those really good knots I learned in the boy scouts so it wouldn’t get loose.
The dog had a collar with the owners’ phone number, but no name. I asked Dave if we should ring the owners straight away, but he said wait a bit and let them stew. He said they’d pay more that way.
So we left the dog and went to the pub.
We got home pretty late because Dave was meeting this bloke he knew who was selling us one of those big plasma TVs off the back of a truck. He was only asking $500. Dave loves his footy and I don’t mind a good flick now and then, you know, one with a good car chase. So we had to wait ‘til well after dark for him to turn up and then we had to have a couple of drinks with him. He was trying to sell Dave an indoor gym as well. He had to be joking. Anyhow, Dave was trying to put him off without admitting he didn’t have any more money. Once we’d got home and brought the telly inside it was well after midnight before we remembered to feed the dog.
When I saw the mess I just swore to buggery. You should’ve seen it. Chewed up marijuana plants thrown around all over the lawn. And they were just about to head, too. Dave came racing out. When he saw it he roared. ‘Where’s that fucking dog? I’ll kill the fucking cunt.’
I got to the dog first. I could’ve killed it myself. When it saw me it got up, wagging its little tail and looking at it me with its big black eyes. I’ll give you wagging your little tail I was thinking, but then I saw it couldn’t’ve been the dog. It was still tied to the clothesline just as we’d left it, same knot tied in the same way and all. I showed it to Dave. He was still so angry he’d’ve given the dog a good kicking anyway, but I made him see sense. Whatever the little mongrel had done, it meant money to us, money we’d need more than ever now. Dave gave the shed door a good thumping instead.
The next morning I cleaned up the mess, but it wasn’t ‘til I went to feed the birds that I saw the worst of the damage. They were all lying still in the bottom of the aviary, their little claws stuck up in the air. And there wasn’t a mark on them.
That night Dave rang the owner while I listened on the extension. A woman answered. Dave put on this really tough deep voice. ‘We’ve got your dog. It’ll be five thousand dollars if you ever want to see it again.’ Dave reckoned that was fair compensation for losing the crop.
There was nothing for a moment on the other end, then she said, ‘Is the dog all right?’ She sounded worried, but pretty calm.
‘For now,’ Dave said.
‘I’m just a pensioner,’ she said. ‘I can’t pay five thousand dollars.’
‘You will if you want your dog back in one piece.’
‘You won’t hurt the dog, will you?’
Dave just laughed. ‘We’ll give you another ring soon. You think about it.’
‘I’ll call the police.’
‘No you won’t, love. Not if you ever want to see your dog alive, you won’t.’
Dave gave me a grin as he hung up. ‘She’ll pay.’
Dave had bought another plant from a mate, just for our personal use, so we decided to put the dog to bed in the outside laundry, just in case. I tied it up to the pipes with a good strong knot. We left it sitting on top of the washing machine and bolted the door. We didn’t hear a peep all night.
The next morning I got up and went outside for a piss. I thought I might check up on the dog, give it a drink of water or something, when I saw all this water coming from under the door. I unbolted the door and jumped back. It opened by itself and all this filthy water came pouring out. I thought the dog must’ve drowned, but when I looked in it was sitting on the washing machine, just where we left it the night before. The taps were running and the trough had overflowed. I rushed in and turned off the taps and then looked around. It was a bloody fright. All the dirty clothes we’d left in the washing machine were torn up and thrown all over the place. There were even bits hanging from the rafters. Everything was covered in soap powder, and all the bottles were open and the stuff inside emptied out all over the place making this sticky goo. But when I checked out the dog it was completely clean and dry and when he stood up you could see the spot under him was clean, too.
We rang the owner again that afternoon. I’d managed to clean up most of the mess before Dave got up, but I had to tell him what happened. He wasn’t too happy, but the old woman wouldn’t budge. ‘I still can’t pay you,’ she told us.
‘Look, lady,’ Dave said, ‘you’ve got a nice little dog there. You wouldn’t want to see it come to any harm, would you? There are places that’d pay good money to get their hands on a healthy specimen like him. Would you like that?’
‘No, I wouldn’t,’ she said, ‘but I just don’t have the money.’
‘All right,’ Dave said. ‘What about two thousand dollars? You think about that and we’ll call you tomorrow.’
That night we emptied everything out of the old broom cupboard off the kitchen and put the dog in there. Dave screwed a huge bolt to the door and we even wedged a chair under the door handle. There was no way he was going to get into any mischief in there.
But the next morning I was woken up by Dave bellowing like a wounded bull. I rushed out to see what was wrong. There were broken CDs and DVDs all over the living room. The videos had all been unwound and the tapes were all tangled up together. And the brand new plasma TV was lying smashed up on the floor. Screaming like a banshee, Dave ran out to the kitchen and pulled the carving knife out of the drawer. ‘Where’s that fucking dog?’ he yelled. ‘I’m going to kill it.’
He pulled the chair away from the cupboard door and unbolted it. I stood back (I’m not good with blood) but Dave stopped in his tracks, the knife still in midair. I peaked over his shoulder. The dog was still tied up inside, wagging its tail and looking at us with its big black eyes.
Dave backed out and turned and looked at me like he was in shock or something. I sat him in a chair and took the knife off him. I made him a cup of coffee and sat down with him, but we had nothing to say to each other.
That day, I talked to the dog’s owner. ‘Look, lady, we know you don’t have much money, so we’ll do a deal with you. We can give you the dog for a thousand dollars.’
But she wasn’t ready to deal. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘That’s still too much.’ And she hung up on us.
We put the dog in the aviary that night. We tied it up with two strong ropes so it could barely move. We locked the door and tied it shut with another strong rope, making sure the knot was well out of reach. And they were good knots too, the strongest ones I’d learnt in the boy scouts. There was no way it could get out of there. Then we went inside and locked all the doors and shut all the windows.
But I tossed and turned all night. I kept having these dreams about the little dog sneaking around the house, looking for some more mischief. I finally fell into a deep sleep in the early hours of the morning, so I didn’t wake up until late. Still pretty groggy, I went to the kitchen to make some coffee and found Dave lying unconscious on the floor. One leg and an arm were lying at funny angles and he was bleeding and bruised all over. While I was waiting for the ambulance, he came to. He couldn’t tell me what happened, just that he’d got up in the night to get a drink of water and fell over something. He said it was something warm and moving.
After the ambulance took Dave to the hospital, I went out to look at the dog. It was sitting, just as we left it, tied up in the aviary, looking at me with its big black eyes.
I rang the owner again that afternoon. I couldn’t let Dave down altogether so I asked for five hundred dollars.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said, really cool like. ‘I’ve already told you. I’m a pensioner.’
There was no use carrying on so I asked her for her address and said I’d bring the dog round to her. I thought maybe she’d give me something for my trouble, but she refused to tell me and hung up on me.
I was at home all alone with the dog that night. I put it back in the aviary and tied it up. I locked and tied the aviary up. Then I took all the heavy things I could find in the shed and the backyard and put them in front of the door and all around it. I locked all the doors and windows in the house. I went to my room, locked the door and moved a chest of drawers in front of it. But I still didn’t feel safe. I sat up all night, and all night I could hear something outside my bedroom door, scratching and knocking.
In the morning the noises had stopped, but I was still too scared to go out. I called the  owner on my mobile. I begged her to come and get the dog. I swore I wouldn’t hurt either of them.
She didn’t say anything for a while, then she said, ‘All right. Tell me your address. But if there’s any trouble I’ll call the police.’
Quarter of an hour later, I opened the door to this really weird looking woman. She was tall and sort of elegant, pretty young looking for a pensioner, except that she had this really long white hair. She was wearing a long black dress with all these symbols sewn on it in red. And she had these really blue eyes that looked right through you. ‘I’ve come for the dog,’ she said, ‘and no funny business.’ 
I wasn’t going to give her any trouble.
I took her out to the backyard and let the dog out. It jumped straight into her arms and licked her all over. She laughed and kissed it back, talking baby talk to it.
As I took her back through the house to the front door she looked around and said, ‘Where’s your friend? I thought there were two of you.’
I told her he was in hospital.
She gave this cold, cruel smile and said, ‘Well, he should be safe there.’
I opened the front door to see her out. Ours is only a short street and I know everyone’s car. There were no strange cars in the street. Where we’d picked up the dog was at least an hour’s drive away, and I knew she lived in the same area because of her phone number. I couldn’t help asking, ‘How did you get here?’
She gave me a knowing grin that gave me this cold feeling.  
Before I knew it I was shoving a hundred dollars into her hand for a taxi.
‘That’s very generous of you,’ she said with that same grin, stuffing the note down her dress. She looked around for the dog. It had gone exploring up and down the street. ‘Here, Satan,’ she called to him, ‘let’s go home.’

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Friday 25 July 2014

Frontiers (Cybersp@ce Series #2) by Jeff W. Horton: Interview + Giveaway

Frontiers (Cybersp@ce Series #2)
by Jeff W. Horton


*A Dream to Unite Humanity...*
Scientists discover the technology to successfully construct Earth's first interstellar spacecraft, code named Frontier. Hank Reynolds, a gifted and courageous test pilot for the United States Air Force, is assigned to test
pilot humanity's first interstellar spacecraft on a historic flight to Alpha Centauri. Under the command of the fledgling Earth Space Alliance the spacecraft will carry human beings to the stars, and beyond.

*A Plot to see it Fail*
Someone doesn't want to see this happen and will stop at nothing to see it fail--including murder... When Frontier is sabotaged, it leaves Hank stranded and alone to die in the Alpha Centauri system. With their dreams crumbling around them, will they be able to discover who is behind the plot to steal the alien technology, and to murder those closest to it?

Paperback, 221 pages
Published May 1st 2014 by World Castle Publishing




Jeff Horton was born in North Dakota, the youngest son of a career Air Force master sergeant. A voracious reader growing up, he read the Bible, and stories by many popular authors including Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, H.G. Wells, Jules Verne, Edgar Rice Burroughs, Michael Crichton, Tom Clancy, C.S. Lewis, and J.R.R. Tolkien.

Jeff Horton is an author of Christian Fiction, writing within several different genres, including science-fiction, fantasy, and apocalyptic thrillers.

His first novel, THE GREAT COLLAPSE: SURVIVORS OF THE PULSE, a story about the coming of the pulse and the end of civilization, was published in 2010. THE DARK AGE-SURVIVORS OF THE PULSE, the sequel to The Great Collapse, was published in 2011, as was THE LAST PROPHET, a fictitious story about the life of John March, one of the witnesses sent by God to warn humanity about the Antichrist, and the End of Days. Released on September 1, 2012, THE WAY OF NACOR: TALES OF EDEN is a children's tale about four children, Rachel, Michael, Jesse, and Eli, who find themselves lost and stranded on a strange alien planet, struggling to find a way home. Jeff Horton's fifth novel, entitled CYBERSP@CE, is a techno-thriller, in which the world is brought to the brink of nuclear war after a string of deadly cyber warfare attacks against the United States. CYBERSP@CE, published in 2013, is the first book in the CYBERSP@CE SERIES. The other two novels in the series, FRONTIER: BOOK TWO IN THE CYBERSP@CE SERIES and NEW BEGINNINGS, are expected to be available in 2014.

When he's not penning his next novel, he enjoys reading, going to church, and spending time with his family. Jeff Horton is a member of the North Carolina Writers Network.

For more information visit www.hortonlibrary.com or his blog at www.anovelsperspective.blogspot.com.


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Q & A with Jeff W. Horton 

Tell us a little bit about your main characters.
First, let me begin by saying thank you for sharing a little about me and my work on your blog!

The primary characters in Frontiers are:
Hank Reynolds- Hank is the son of Nick and Kate Reynolds, the protagonists from the first novel in the series, Cybersp@ce. He is “special,” with an astronomically high I.Q., yet he tries very hard to be “normal”. He’s a civilian test pilot with the U.S. Air Force, and is also instrumental in designing and flying Earth’s first interstellar spacecraft, “Frontier”.

Hailey Jensen- Hailey is also gifted with an unusually high I.Q. She works with Hank on the Frontier project in Mission Control, and is his love interest.

Bryan Durham- Durham attends the same school for gifted children as Hank and Hailey, but he’s not even close to Hank’s level, though he’s much older than Hank. An uncontrollable rage and excessive jealousy over Hank’s exceptional abilities makes for a volatile mixture in Durham, leading him to taunt and torture Hank.

Ambassador Zing- A member of an alien species known as the Valhari, Zing makes first contact with Earth, after Frontier is stranded in the Alpha Centauri system with Hank onboard.

Nick Reynolds- Hank’s father and a former NSA and Cyber Command analyst, Nick now works on the Frontier team as well. His ability to read the alien language enabled the Frontier team to reverse-engineer much of the Prometheus ship. He also works with General George Caprella on developing the Earth Space Alliance, a governing body that will work with nations around the world developing and using the advanced technology discovered on Prometheus.

General George Caprella- Nick’s former boss, friend, and mentor at the NSA and Cyber Command, Caprella is also Hank’s godfather. Caprella also becomes the first president of the Earth Space Alliance.

What drew you to the science fiction genre?
I’ve been a fan of science-fiction for as long as I can remember. I grew up reading H.G. Wells, Jukes Verne, and the like, watching movies like Star Wars, and television programs like Twilight Zone, Star Trek, and Outer Limits.


What do you see as influences on your writing style?
I think you’ll find elements of some of my favorite authors in my writing style, especially Clancy, Crichton, Wells, and Verne.

Who designs your books covers, and what is that process like for you as the author?
My publisher, World Castle Publishing, has been great working with me on my covers. I’ve been especially pleased with the way the covers for the Cybersp@ce Series have turned out. It’s been a very collaborative effort between my publisher and I. In many cases, I’d research and develop various covers until I’d come across something both the publisher and I could get behind.

What is the best advice you have been given?

That’s a really tough question because I’ve been given such great advice over the last few years. I suppose it’s been the advice to be persistent and keep marketing my work, even when book sales have been poor. I’ve also received some great assistance connecting with sites like Stage 32.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I was all over the map, though the one that sticks out the most is my desire to one day become an astronaut.

Which do you prefer: hard/paperbacks or ebooks?
I’m a bit old-fashioned, so I’d have to say paperback. I like holding an actual book, though I can definitely see the appeal of eBooks.

What book are you reading now?
I finished a novel by Ted Dekker a while back, entitled Blessed Child, which I thought was a great book. I’ve been busy with the screen adaptation of Cybersp@ce, recently, so I haven’t started my next book yet.

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