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USERS IV
USERS IV is now available for only 99 cents on Amazon or also available with kindle unlimited. Check it out now!
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March 14, 2015
Users Book 3
Users Book 3 is now up on Goodreads, so feel free to add it to your to read list. It's also available for pre order on Amazon.com for only $0.99.
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January 5, 2015
Users Book 2
Users Book 2: All American Rejects is now available for pre-order through Amazon for only $0.99. Get yours now while its still on sale. http://www.amazon.com/Users-American-...
December 14, 2014
Users Book 1: My Angels Have Demons Free Today Only
Users Book 1: My Angels Have Demons is free on Amazon.com for today only. Get yours now while you still can! http://www.amazon.com/Users-Angels-De...
September 21, 2014
Users excerpt
I want to share an excerpt from my new project, Users. That’s just a working title. I’ve got no idea what the finished title will be yet. I’ve thrown a few things around, but I think it fits for now. The main character is an ex heroin junkie and in his world “Users” is the name of powered individuals. There’s all kinds of users, guys with super strength, some with telekinesis, others with the ability to use fire. It’s a kind of anti-hero super hero book. Not like superman or anything, but more like Sin City or the movie Push. Here’s the unedited prologue, a sneak peek at what’s coming. I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to comment below on what you think of it so far.
The book starts with a visit to his shrink and every new part of the book, about every 3 chapters, we get another visit with his doctor to check in on what’s happening in the plot so far.
“It never ceases to amaze me, how life can be so fragile yet at the same time so tenacious. In a brutal attack one man can get stabbed fifty seven times with a butcher knife and miraculously survives; while the next accidentally falls asleep and drowns in four inches of bathwater. One man is mauled by a grizzly bear, walks twenty miles while holding in his bowels with his bare hands and survives; and then another is punched in a street fight, falls back hitting his head on a curb, and dies instantly.
Who knows why one body can take such punishment, and struggle to hang on, while another lets their life simply slip through their fingers like grains of sand. Why is Mick Jagger still rocking it at seventy something after decades of rock star partying, while Heath Ledger overdoses and dies after a single night of too much medication.
These are the types of things that keep me up at night. Wondering why, after all I’ve done to myself, am I still alive.
“Carter,” she said, bringing me back to reality.
She caught me spacing out again, my mind wandering, as it seems to often.
“Did you hear what I said?” she asked.
“Um…I…,” I stammered, struggling for the right thing to say.
She sighed.
Not wanting to make eye contact, I stared off at the mostly bare wall behind her. The only thing hanging from the wall was a framed diploma from the University of Texas A&M, reminding me of my lack of even a high school diploma, just to ensure I felt inferior to this dark haired woman. She sat cross legged, peering down at me from behind her glasses. She was slightly overweight and just unattractive enough to make me comfortable with having to spill my guts to her, week in and week out.
“How is the medication? Any side effects?”
“No, it’s been fine,” I lied.
In truth I’d been suffering from prolonged ejaculation, also defined as a struggle to climax during sex. If you call that a struggle. Some men would call that a blessing. Here they are premature ejaculating all over the place and I’m going strong like a bull, but I didn’t want to tell her that. The last thing I needed was her to take me off my meds just because I was struggling to cum once and awhile. Trust me I need them.
“You look like hell,” she said, and I couldn’t deny that fact.
The scratches and bruises covering my arms, and the black eye I could hardly see out of were the type of damning evidence that would hold up in court. Nervously, I tapped my foot repeatedly and rapidly on the wood tile covering her office floor.
“I had a rough week,” I said.
“Carter, you’ve got to get yourself together,” she said, “I thought we were making real progress here, but this seems like a major set back.”
“I got into a fight.”
“I can see that.” She leaned back in her tall backed leather chair. It looked expensive, and it better have been at the three hundred plus dollars an hour I was paying her, but with my particular problems it took a particular kind of shrink to deal with me, and that didn’t come cheap. “Tell me about it.”
“The fight?” I asked.
She folded her arms over her chest and for a split second she stared at me as if I had just asked the worlds dumbest question, but she quickly shifted in her seat, a true pro, to hide her disdain for me.
“Yes, tell me about the fight,” she confirmed.
“It’s a long story.”
“You’ve still got forty minutes on the clock. We’re not going anywhere, so start at the beginning.”
I smirked, lifting my cheek on the right side, the side with the black eye, and it stung as the puffed up purple skin squeezed tight.
“Okay,” I said, “It all started with a phone call.”
So there it is. That’s how the story starts. Please comment on what you thought of the beginning.
Thanks,
Stacy
The book starts with a visit to his shrink and every new part of the book, about every 3 chapters, we get another visit with his doctor to check in on what’s happening in the plot so far.
“It never ceases to amaze me, how life can be so fragile yet at the same time so tenacious. In a brutal attack one man can get stabbed fifty seven times with a butcher knife and miraculously survives; while the next accidentally falls asleep and drowns in four inches of bathwater. One man is mauled by a grizzly bear, walks twenty miles while holding in his bowels with his bare hands and survives; and then another is punched in a street fight, falls back hitting his head on a curb, and dies instantly.
Who knows why one body can take such punishment, and struggle to hang on, while another lets their life simply slip through their fingers like grains of sand. Why is Mick Jagger still rocking it at seventy something after decades of rock star partying, while Heath Ledger overdoses and dies after a single night of too much medication.
These are the types of things that keep me up at night. Wondering why, after all I’ve done to myself, am I still alive.
“Carter,” she said, bringing me back to reality.
She caught me spacing out again, my mind wandering, as it seems to often.
“Did you hear what I said?” she asked.
“Um…I…,” I stammered, struggling for the right thing to say.
She sighed.
Not wanting to make eye contact, I stared off at the mostly bare wall behind her. The only thing hanging from the wall was a framed diploma from the University of Texas A&M, reminding me of my lack of even a high school diploma, just to ensure I felt inferior to this dark haired woman. She sat cross legged, peering down at me from behind her glasses. She was slightly overweight and just unattractive enough to make me comfortable with having to spill my guts to her, week in and week out.
“How is the medication? Any side effects?”
“No, it’s been fine,” I lied.
In truth I’d been suffering from prolonged ejaculation, also defined as a struggle to climax during sex. If you call that a struggle. Some men would call that a blessing. Here they are premature ejaculating all over the place and I’m going strong like a bull, but I didn’t want to tell her that. The last thing I needed was her to take me off my meds just because I was struggling to cum once and awhile. Trust me I need them.
“You look like hell,” she said, and I couldn’t deny that fact.
The scratches and bruises covering my arms, and the black eye I could hardly see out of were the type of damning evidence that would hold up in court. Nervously, I tapped my foot repeatedly and rapidly on the wood tile covering her office floor.
“I had a rough week,” I said.
“Carter, you’ve got to get yourself together,” she said, “I thought we were making real progress here, but this seems like a major set back.”
“I got into a fight.”
“I can see that.” She leaned back in her tall backed leather chair. It looked expensive, and it better have been at the three hundred plus dollars an hour I was paying her, but with my particular problems it took a particular kind of shrink to deal with me, and that didn’t come cheap. “Tell me about it.”
“The fight?” I asked.
She folded her arms over her chest and for a split second she stared at me as if I had just asked the worlds dumbest question, but she quickly shifted in her seat, a true pro, to hide her disdain for me.
“Yes, tell me about the fight,” she confirmed.
“It’s a long story.”
“You’ve still got forty minutes on the clock. We’re not going anywhere, so start at the beginning.”
I smirked, lifting my cheek on the right side, the side with the black eye, and it stung as the puffed up purple skin squeezed tight.
“Okay,” I said, “It all started with a phone call.”
So there it is. That’s how the story starts. Please comment on what you thought of the beginning.
Thanks,
Stacy
Genre Hopping, it's not for everyone
As I finish my new book titled “Users” I find myself thinking about genre. The Users is a anti hero/super hero/human with powers, whatever you want to call it, series I’ve just started. The last book I wrote was a Steampunk meets Greek Mythology series I call Clockwork Wings: the Chronicles of Icarus, and my first series was an Alternate History Horror novel called Squanto Undead.
Three very different books with three very different genres. It’s what’s known as genre hopping, or what I like to call, having balls.
I find it hard to stick to one genre, because I refuse to let sales be the number one factor or motivation for my storytelling. I’m not saying that this is for everyone or that anyone else should do this. If you’re an author looking to sell books you probably shouldn’t do what I’m suggesting.
But my goals may be different than most authors. I write books for readers who are looking for something different, readers who want something out of the ordinary. At least that’s my hope. My goal is to bring something new and different to the table with every series I write, and I’m not going to do that if I stick to just one genre.
So if you’re like me and you want something different, you may want to join me on this ride, and if you’re an author who’s not afraid to build readers who are into your particular brand of baddassery then you may want to hop genre’s every once and awhile.
If nothing else it’s fun as hell, and I’m willing to bet there are a good amount of readers out there willing to take a chance on hopping genres with you. Bring the excitement, the action and adventure, and the new to every book and the readers will come.
Check out my website at https://primeevilpublishing.squarespa...
Three very different books with three very different genres. It’s what’s known as genre hopping, or what I like to call, having balls.
I find it hard to stick to one genre, because I refuse to let sales be the number one factor or motivation for my storytelling. I’m not saying that this is for everyone or that anyone else should do this. If you’re an author looking to sell books you probably shouldn’t do what I’m suggesting.
But my goals may be different than most authors. I write books for readers who are looking for something different, readers who want something out of the ordinary. At least that’s my hope. My goal is to bring something new and different to the table with every series I write, and I’m not going to do that if I stick to just one genre.
So if you’re like me and you want something different, you may want to join me on this ride, and if you’re an author who’s not afraid to build readers who are into your particular brand of baddassery then you may want to hop genre’s every once and awhile.
If nothing else it’s fun as hell, and I’m willing to bet there are a good amount of readers out there willing to take a chance on hopping genres with you. Bring the excitement, the action and adventure, and the new to every book and the readers will come.
Check out my website at https://primeevilpublishing.squarespa...
August 12, 2014
Clockwork Wings: the Chronicles of Icarus Parts 1-5
Clockwork Wings: the Chronicles of Icarus Parts 1-5 is now on sale on amazon.com for only $0.99 as part of a special launch pricing. Get yours now while its cheap.
http://www.amazon.com/Clockwork-Wings...
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