Max and the Spice Thieves
(Secrets of the Twilight Djinn #1)
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult
Publication date: April 20th 2021
When his mother goes missing, Max Daybreaker’s world is turned upside down. Luckily, a crew of Spice Pirates, led by the mysterious Captain Cinn, help Max on his dangerous mission across the three seas. Along the way, an unlikely alliance aids in his search—a teenage warrior queen, a three-eyed seer, and an assassin spy. Their journey takes them through treacherous lands while facing shapeshifting bears, an ancient witch, harpies, and the nightmarish Djinn, who will stop at nothing to enslave the world. With every new challenge, Max unlocks the secrets of his unsettling past. Powers awaken within, forcing him to question everything he knows. Is Max who he thinks he is? Only time and destiny will tell…
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Max and the Spice Thieves was a book that I never intended to write but was born out of necessity. My son was diagnosed with Cold Urticaria from a young age, and with it came some severe reactions that landed us in the hospital.
The first time it was really an issue was during a visit to the happiest place on Earth- Disney World. Our family stayed at the Animal Kingdom resort (imagine giraffes outside your window when you wake up.) My son spent time in the pool, and when he got out, he was covered in hives and had a fever. We called the front desk for help, and the Disney EMTs showed up in the room. (I didn’t know they existed. They were terrific). We realized Max was struggling, and so was our family as we felt helpless to help him. As we spent time in ERs and overnight stays at the hospital, I began writing the Enchanted Boy. In it, the boy, Max, had magic inside him that made him sick whenever he went outside. Max was brave and powerful, and once the spell was released, he felt better. I wrote a chapter a day and read it to him by night.
Our Max began to improve, and one day he came home from school and asked, “Where is my book?” I had never intended to publish the adventures of Max Daybreaker, but my Max insisted. So, three rewrites, four extensive edits, two different covers, and a title change, and Max and the Spice Thieves is now a reality. Book two is almost complete, and it is shaping up to be more than three books in the series.
Max is brave and loyal and values family more than anything else in the book, as does the real Max at home. Max is a strong, young male protagonist, which is not written about often in Middle-Grade fiction these days, so I believe it makes it unique and enjoyable for fans of that genre.
No matter what happens with Max and the Spice Thieves or the rest of the Secrets of the Twilight Djinn series, I really care about one fan and want to make him happy- my son Max.
Wrath and Ruin
multi author bundle
Sci-fi, Fantasy, Adventure
Carter and Bradley
2 Jan 2018
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Another selection of first novels in a series, in a wide variety of genres, for the reader to choose from. with lots of magic, shifters, and dark and evil deeds, heroes, heroines and monsters.
A Christmas to Die For
Genres: Fantasy, LGBTQ+, Romance, Science Fiction
Publication date: December 4th 2020
Drink way too much tequila at the office Christmas party? Check.
Get fired after doing something stupid at said Christmas party? Check.
Hallucinate flying reindeers in the sky? Check.
Watch those flying reindeer turn into naked people …? Check?
Discover magical elves are trying to kill you? Um … Wait! I don’t want to check that one!
Either I’m having the most epic blackout or my hangover has thrown me into the craziest world that has ever existed. I just found out that Santa is not only real, but he and his people can shapeshift into reindeer. I also just discovered that elves are real, which would be cool, except they’re evil and want to kill me! If that wasn’t bad enough, the elves and reindeer are at war with each other. So, not exactly like the cheery, heartwarming stories we’ve been told.
If a war between elves and reindeer isn’t shocking enough, it hardly holds a candle to finding out that I’m supposed to be the one person who can save an entire planet. Yeah, talk about being totally unqualified for the job. At least that overshadows the fact that I might now have a Santa kink when the young, hot, white-haired warrior is sent to protect me. But can I really help save Santa and his people? Can I stop the elves? Or is everyone doomed to suffer the deadliest Christmas ever?
To find out if this will be a Christmas to die for, buckle up in your sleigh, pour yourself an eggnog, and sing a Christmas tune, because this tale is about to get jolly and insane.
For some reason—probably because I’m drunk—I feel more alone tonight than I have in a long time. I worry that maybe I won’t bounce back as easily as I have before.
When am I going to feel secure? Safe?
“Ru …” I whine, moving back to the front of my imaginary friend and staring at his bright red nose. This has to be the most ridiculous thing in the world, but I still grab some of his fur in the front and tug. “Come down here.”
My six-foot two stature isn’t tall enough for my new fake, furry friend, but I need a hug. Hell, I can’t even remember the last time I felt like I needed this, or the last time I had a hug. How sad is that?
Given this isn’t real, Rudolph is surprisingly stubborn. In fact, I have to use every bit of strength I have to get his large face to come near me, and I get the distinct impression he’s not happy. But I don’t care. He’s from my imagination, and I need a damn hug.
I wrap my arms around his too-wide neck and attempt to pull myself together, finding a comfort there that would likely get me put in a mental institution for life.
Whooshing noises sound around us, but I barely hear it over my deep breathing.
Why do I feel like crying? Men don’t cry. Well, not unless they have just thrown their guts up over their naked body from stage fright after attempting a career as a cam boy. I gave myself a pass that day.
But, even though I’m in complete denial about crying, tears wet my face as I give in to the feeling of despair and loneliness. Why do I have to be such a fuckup? Why does everything and everyone I touch turn to shit?
Heat overwhelms me, soaking away the cold that crept into my body after lying on the icy ground, and though the breeze is chilly and promising a future snowstorm, I suddenly have the urge to take off my jacket.
“You’re like a furnace,” I grumble at Rudolph, not removing my grip.
For some unlikely reason, this hug with my fake reindeer is the best thing to happen to me since the two weeks I was able to get a signal on my TV at home and could stream unlimited shows for that entire fortnight. I’m not ready to give it up yet, even if I’m probably just hugging a tree while picturing my fake reindeer.
I keep my eyes closed, my breathing finally calming down, when I notice something moving against me—perhaps Rudolph trying to shake me off. Either way, at the feel of something hard against the entire length of my body, I open one eye to find I’m no longer hugging a supersized reindeer.
I’m hugging a man!
“Shit!” I gasp, dropping my hands from around the neck of a strange man who must be over eight feet tall, given he still has to bend over for me to hug him. Then I promptly fall on my ass, not feeling the impact since I’m still in shock.
I wipe my eyes, first to get the wetness out of them, and then because what I’m seeing can’t be real.
At first, all I notice is that every bit of hair on this giant’s head is white, and he has a lot of hair—a mane on his head and a crazy huge beard any biker would be proud of. It’s so odd to see such prominent white hair on a man who looks my age, because this giant is not old, even given the wizened color of his hair. No, I would put money that he isn’t older than thirty. In fact, every person here has the same stark white hair as my Rudolph, though they all look similar in age to him.
That’s odd, right?
Okay, scratch that, the weird part is clearly the changing from animal to human. Not the hair situation. Still …
Unfortunately, just a few feet from reaching what I hope will be freedom, several arrows—which look to be on fire!—shoot down from the sky. They miss me, but most become embedded against the walls and roof of my house.
I have one moment to wonder what the hell they are before the building explodes.
An invisible, heated shockwave hits me, taking me off my feet and pushing me backward. I slam into a tree trunk and crack my head, giving me an instant headache.
Arms wrap around me, gripping tight enough to cut off my breathing, and my view of my exploding home instantly changes to the tree line surrounding my property as I’m shuffled away from the wreckage.
I look up to find Rudolph holding me. So … not a tree, then.
Then I realize he’s still naked!
This can’t be happening.
He shields me from the debris flying through the air; all my worldly possessions becoming nothing more than burning embers and rubble.
“No!” I groan while the pounding in my head worsens.
I need to wake up. I need to get away.
A growl has me looking back up at Rudolph, the vibration of it rumbling through my own body while I’m still tightly held against him. He turns us back to the crater that used to have my house sitting there.
Rudolph’s gaze is fierce, and I notice the men and women from before are turning back into reindeer. As in, their bodies are changing shape until they are no longer human!
What the fuck?
“Ru?” I gasp, my entire world now shaken to its core.
I barely have time to process that everything I owned, everything I have collected over the years, is now gone before someone lands over the rubble. In fact, many beings land. Dozens of them.
Somewhat belatedly, under the light of the moonlit clouds and glowing embers that used to be my house, I register that these beings barely look human. Their ears are pointed, their teeth sharp as they hiss at us, and their eyes are black. The clothes they wear are a dull green, and they each have dozens of arrows and spears at their backs in a pouch. Actually, some of them already have arrows and spears in hand, moving their arms back in the same way a javelin thrower might.
Are these the elves Rudolph mentioned earlier?
Okay, reindeer and elves? This has to be some sort of cosmic joke on me. Then again, the destruction of my house is no joke. And the deadly intent on the elves’ faces, as they look to be preparing an attack, is definitely no joke.
In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m screwed. And crazy.
Can’t forget the crazy part.
“So, you like the milk, but what about the cookie?” He slides a plate that has sat off to the side of us the entire meal. On it is a large, round object with dark spots. My human called it a chocolate chip cookie when he asked for it. It’s large enough to take up the entire plate.
“You expect me to eat that?” I can’t even muster up any sort of enthusiasm for it. It looks like hard dirt with specks of dark mud in it.
“Yep, but only after you get a refill. The best way to eat a cookie is to dunk it in milk.”
I eye the cookie again, wondering why I’m even considering putting myself through all of this for my human.
“Are you sure this is important? We could be back in the hotel room …” I remind him, hoping the nudge will push him in the right direction, which would be any direction away from this cookie at this point.
Unfortunately, a waitress refills my glass, and then my human rips off a small chunk from the cookie.
I’m the Santa of Christmas, the highest rank in our military, the wartime leader of my people, and one of the most feared foes of the elves, yet here I am, succumbing to my human, who is force-feeding me rubbish.
What have I become?
Scrounging together whatever bravery and fearlessness I hold during battles, I take the offered poison and dunk it in the milk. Then I close my eyes as I shove the entire thing in my mouth.
I consider just swallowing it whole, figuring my body can save me from the taste, but already my body heat helps to melt whatever ingredients are in this cookie so it crumbles into my mouth.
And … I have to say, it’s not that bad.
Jessica lives in Adelaide, South Australia. When she is not writing, you can find her reading, napping or watching excessive amounts of TV. Connect with her on Facebook and Goodreads.
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Fantasy
Published by: Rosewind Books
Publication date: December 1st 2020
A contemporary, holiday fantasy with a new twist on A Christmas Carol and It’s A Wonderful Life.
Abby Nicholson used to love Christmas. Until she didn’t.
After leaving Winter Glen, the small town famous for its Christmas celebration and her family’s greeting card company, Abby is forced to return to the home she left behind when the unexpected passing of her father thrusts the business into her hands.
Turning her back on the magic of the holiday beloved by her father and the town, she decides to sell the business. Signing the paperwork with the very pen her father used to create it, she is shocked to discover her hometown has become a whole new world.
One where Christmas has vanished!
Now stuck in a place devoid of hope, joy, and the spirit of the season, Abby sees family and friends altered in the most terrible of ways.
Determined to set things right, though unsure how, Abby takes out her father’s pen and begins to draw. When she realizes her art is coming to life, she sets out to recreate the holiday and bring back the most wonderful time of the year.
But some are determined to keep an iron grip on the town and will do anything in their power to stop her.
Just the word makes me happy. It is, far and away, my favorite holiday. Don’t get me wrong. I’m on board with, say, the sweets of Valentine’s Day, and the fireworks and celebration of the 4th of July. Oh, and I love the crisp, cool air of autumn, the turning of the leaves, the shortening of the days, and the it’s just around the corner feeling of the scares, tricks, and treats of Halloween. Of course, Thanksgiving is a wonderful time as well, full of family, friends, and delicious food. A perfect trifecta.
It’s more than just another holiday. It’s a special time. It’s a special feeling. It’s something that swirls in the wintry air on the wings of colored lights and the scent of gingerbread. It envelops you, and fills you with a joy that no other season—for me—can match.
That’s why I wanted to write this story.
The idea that all of those wonderful feelings that wrap me and so many others up in their silver and gold and red and green arms mean so much. It was then that I asked myself, What if it all went away? Further, what if my own failing to believe in the spirit and, yes, magic of the season were the cause? It was an unbelievable notion. I could never not believe. Never not want to spread the joy and cheer and merry of the season.
But what if, just if, someone did? And what would such an act do to not only that person, but everyone around them? Family, friends, and co-workers. How would they change? Why would they change? And, what would someone have to do to try to get everything back to normal?
How would they even be able to do it?
They were all such interesting questions that Write Christmas answers.
I wanted to explore the notion of things we wish for, and the things we really, really want can be exactly the opposite of what we need. I was interested in diving in to the idea that doing that one thing you think will make something all okay, make it all better, actually turns everything upside down. How a second chance can change everything in ways you never expected.
The road to figuring it all out has heart, romance, and a little magic. After all, it’s Christmas!
Thommy Hutson is a bestselling, award-winning author, screenwriter, producer, and director.
A graduate of UCLA, he began his career co-writing the story for the Warner Bros. animated hit SCOOBY-DOO IN WHERE’S MY MUMMY? He followed that with co-writing the concept and additional material for CHILL OUT, SCOOBY-DOO!
As an author, Thommy crafted a limited-edition coffee table book detailing the making and legacy of horror icon Wes Craven’s 1984 classic A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET. A trade version followed from Permuted Press/Simon & Schuster. His novel, the teen thriller Jinxed, (Vesuvian Books) is the first in a trilogy that has been called “A must-read for classic horror fans … Hutson could easily take on the mantle as the next Lois Duncan.” Hutson was named on the 7 Essential LGBTQ Horror Authors for Your Summer Reading Lists.
Thommy wrote the Hallmark Movies & Mysteries original film, A CHRISTMAS FOR THE BOOKS, which was the highest-rated scripted program the night it premiered. He co-scripted the teen thriller INSTAFAME (Lifetime), wrote a screenplay for an audio holiday project, and is in development on a family feature film. In addition, Thommy produced the critically acclaimed feature THE TROUBLE WITH THE TRUTH, an insightful relationship drama starring Lea Thompson and John Shea. He also produced DREAMWORLD, a quirky, romantic dramedy. He has also worked as a staff writer on a Hulu web series.
A member of the Producers Guild of America, a Saturn and Home Media Magazine award-winner, and an aficionado of holiday films as well as teen movies from the 80s and 90s, Thommy continues to develop unique, compelling, and provocative projects across multiple genres for film, television, publishing, and home entertainment.
Imprisoned Heir: A Paranormal Romance
(Atlantis Institute For Dangerous Criminals: Book One)
We're the most dangerous criminals...
They call me Nyx. Under the cover of night, I used to steal from the rich to give to the supernaturals at the bottom of the chain, and to earn enough money to find a cure for my sister’s death curse.
After an… accident we’ll call it, I ended up with a one-way ticket to the sea fae’s top prison: Atlantis. Not the lost city, but the inescapable penitentiary beneath the sea fae court. The Atlantis Institute For Dangerous Criminals is where the vilest supernatural prisoners are kept. Assassins. Murderers. Treasonists. And the three supernaturals sentenced with me are the most ruthless of the worst. Dax, the dark, enticing vampire whose gaze is too intimate for a total stranger; Titus, the fiery dragon shifter with an anger problem; and Frost, the winter fae with a chilly personality to match her ice-blue eyes.
But to escape and survive, we'll have to work together despite our differences...
We may not get along, but we’re all we have to survive and escape Atlantis Prison. It won’t be easy. Someone thinks I’m a criminal—but I have no memory of committing the murder, and it wasn’t amnesia…
It was the other soul inside of me.
Imprisoned Heir is the first of a paranormal prison romance trilogy full danger, action, heart, and an enemies to lovers fated mate romance. Scroll up to purchase your copy today and join the prison escape before the signal sounds!
For my mind I thought that there were plot holes that needed to better thought out – for instance – Nyx/Eos share a body but have different personalities and minds. Nyx is the daytime version and you would a. think that her body would demonstrate what Eos had been up to the previous night – whether she had eaten for instance, drunk alcohol or whatever; b. hen did Nyx actually ever sleep? She needs rest surely and if Eos is out all night and she is awake all day?
And didn’t the sister need to eat – she may not be hungry but not eating or drinking will certainly kill her.
Nyx was gullible – too gullible for someone who was playing at Robin Hood. And how did she know who needed help? All too glibly passed over to get her into the prison with her 3 companions and a ‘fated mate’. The latter being just one too many things for the plot. In my mind. Someone she could connect with perhaps but fated, really?
I just felt that the author had been reading too many shifter/fae stories and had just added all the elements together into a big mixer and come out with this story. Not for me, but young adults may enjoy.