Book Blitz & Excerpt: His Wild Flower, by L. Grey S.

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Book Title: His Wild Flower

Author: L. Grey S.

Publisher: Self-published

Cover Artist: Tjota Art

Release Date:  December 28, 2021

Genres:  Dystopian Sci-Fi/cyberpunk, Boys Love

Tropes:  Enemies to lovers, slow-burn

Themes: Good vs Evil, courage & perseverance, redemption

Heat Rating:  3 flames     

Length:  80 600 words/ 324 kindle pages

This is a standalone book for now. It concludes, but there’s an open-ended silver lining in the epilogue.

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There’s ugliness in beauty, but there’s also beauty in ugliness… 

We may be monsters, but we are each other’s monsters…

 

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What is destiny? Do we have the power to change the course of our lives, or are we forever bound by fates formulated by the algorithm of being?

And coincidences – are they merely fluke occurrences or are they the results of a planned chain reaction?

That is the story of a man who has run away from his past, and another who is running from himself. Pursued by their own demons, the unlikely pair collide fiercely with judgements and misunderstandings. From enemies to lovers, the pair journey on a path to discover truths that they have been denied. But are they ready to face them?

Who is the hero and who is the villain in their story?

And what is their destiny…?

 

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Excerpt 

Chapter 1

Looking at himself in a half mirror, he tightened his fist and the arrowhead punctured his palm. Staring at the bident tattoo on the left of his chest, he trembled and a tear rolled down from his eye. Savagely stabbing the arrowhead onto it, he carved and mutilated the ink of his past.

Covered in blood, he squeezed his built body under the tight shower, clumsily hitting the on button. Standing naked under running water, he lifted his chin, parted his lips and tasted the chlorine water. The ravishing man ran his thick and rough fingers through his drenched hair. 

Blood drained like scarlet before waterfall from his mutilated wound. Unfazed by the stinging pain, he smothered soap over his sculpted torso, crimson bubbles dribbling down his rock-hard chest to those iron abdominals. Attached to his body were a pair of athletic legs and a perky derriere. Wrapped with unsightly scars, each told stories like cave paintings. He brushed his callused fingers over them. 

Out of the shower, he raided the minibar. Cracking open a few miniature vodka bottles, he splashed them over his mutilated wound and roughly dressed it before swallowing a handful of painkillers, complimentary of hospitality Alice. Breaths slowing down, his lids turned heavier.

* * *

He peeled open his swollen lids. Painfully tied to a chair with barbed wire, he noticed he was restrained by his own signature Shibari knots. He chuckled to himself; only one madman would mock him with such atrocity. 

He heard footsteps approaching. Pricked by thousands of pins and needles, his body went into shock when ice-cold water was splashed onto him. 

Laughing sinisterly in a familiar coarse voice, the man beside him smacked Marcus’s cheeks and whispered, ‘Time to wake up, my sleeping beauty.’ 

His throat tightened: Marcus was voiceless. A sudden punch to his jaw sent a back tooth catapulting out of his mouth. Falling to the ground, Marcus spat out metallic tasting blood between his teeth.

Holding Marcus’s arrow-tipped blades to his throat, the man sneered, ‘How could you, Sheng?! You traitor! I’m going to take away everything you cared about!’ 

Hah… that’s me… 

I am Sheng… I was Sheng…

Faint knocks from a distance distracted the man. 

* * *

…they were getting louder. Slowly lifting his lids, Marcus was unsure if he was still dreaming. Stumbling to the door, he was greeted by Alice with breakfast. 

Taking one look at the tray of mush, Marcus asked, ‘What’s this?’ 

‘The Director told me to bring this. High-protein mashed beans with a side of kale salad and toast.’ 

‘Ugh…’ Repulsed by the unappetising meal, Marcus took a slice of toast then chucked the tray on the desk and pulled a long hoodie over himself to venture outdoors. 

Hospitality my arse!

Guided by his lens, Marcus left the heavily guarded building with his head down and scouted around Downtown. He felt as though he had walked into a science fiction movie. 

The bustling Downtown was buzzing with flying drones and patrolling robots. Autonomous vehicles were driving themselves seamlessly and accordingly. Transportation capsules were travelling at super speed in transparent tubes which was around Downtown, surrounded by cloud-height skyscrapers.

Still trying to adjust to his new upgrade, Marcus’s cornea lens was being bombarded with relentless data, holograms and augmentations along with all the data from the Solar users. Dazed from experiencing the overwhelmingness that Stig had warned about, he kept bumping into people who were engrossed in their Solar devices. A migraine began to pound against his skull so he turned the lens off.

He wandered into a park. Sitting on a park bench, burying his head against his knees, he rocked desperately to try and force the pain away. A concussion had his brain mixed up, and he gasped when he suddenly flashed back to a pair of bloodstained hands.

I’m a coward. Everyone is dead and I’m still breathing. I failed to rescue them. 

Guilt… Marcus was tormenting himself with it. He was nothing but a lone wolf prowling in a foreign land, purposeless and meaningless.

He took a deep breath… and ended up choking himself with a pungent stench of drunkenness. Passed out beside him (at ten in the morning) was a man hugging an empty bottle of champagne at ten in the morning. With thick, scruffy hair over his face, Marcus could not get a good look at the intoxicated person. Missing a shoe, shirt unbuttoned, half undone tie – the man clearly had had a bit too much fun. 

The drunk propelled his guts and Marcus sprang away nimbly like a ninja. Holding his breath from the awful stench on his hypersensitive nostrils, Marcus caught the drunk before he rolled into his own sick. Laying the drunk down, he draped his hoodie over the man.

And left.

 

 

About the Author 

Little Grey Soul

Eye for Beauty,

A Boys Love devotee,

A storyteller of fictional fantasies.

Root of the East,

With a voice of the West,

Blending them makes writing Best!

Little by little,

Grey celebrates the middle,

Soul behind my writing is for you to unriddle.

 

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Book Blitz: Deadlock, by C.E. Clayton

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Title: Deadlock
Author: C.E. Clayton
Publisher: Starfish Ink
Release Date: Nov 2, 2021
Genre: Adult Sci-Fi/Fantasy, Cyberpunk
Format: Hardcover, Paperback, Ebook

“There are those willing to fight for you, if you fight for yourself.”

The plan was always to go to Amardeep, just not like this.

Ellinor Rask always planned to head for the Ashling’s island in order to hunt down those who had killed her husband, but now she’s going for something she didn’t expect: help. With Ellinor’s magic still beyond her reach, the only ones capable of removing her magical shackle are the sentient androids Ellinor has vowed to destroy. If only she can tolerate the Ashlings long enough to aid them in return, of course.

But getting the attention of those who could help proves difficult, and more dangerous than anticipated. Knowing whom to trust becomes a frantic dance as Ellinor and her friends traverse the toxic island in disguise, going from fight- club dance arenas to drug labs all in their search for assistance. Ellinor discovers, however, that hiding a dreeocht who is becoming more unstable by the second is increasingly deadly.

If hiding was all Ellinor had to worry about, she might have a chance at survival. But something waits beneath the glitter of Amardeep that Ellinor and her friends are not expecting… something they may be unprepared to face.

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Author Bio:

C. E. Clayton is an award-winning author born and raised in the greater Los Angeles area. After going the traditional career route and becoming restless, she went back to her first love–writing–and hasn’t stopped. She is the author of the young adult fantasy series “The Monster of Selkirk”, the creator of the cyberpunk Eerden Novels, and her horror short stories have appeared in anthologies across the country. When she’s not writing you can find her treating her fur-babies like humans, constantly drinking tea, and trying to convince her husband to go to more concerts. And reading. She does read quite a bit. More about C.E. Clayton, including her blog, book reviews, social media presence, and newsletter can be found on her website

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Audio Spotlight: Tropical Punch + Author Interview

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Title: Tropical Punch

Author: S.C. Jensen

Narrator: Jennifer Blom

Length: 7 hours and 13 minutes

Series: Bubbles In Space, Book 1

Publisher: S.C. Jensen

Released: TBD

Genre: Science Fiction; Cyberpunk

Strippers, Drugs, and Headless Corpses…

All in a day’s work for Bubbles Marlowe, HoloCity’s only cyborg detective.

What do an anti-tech cult, a deadly new street drug, and the corrupt Chief of Police have in common?

It’s a question Bubbles can’t afford to ask. Last time she got curious it cost her job, a limb, and almost her life.

She vows to stay out of police business. But with a newly minted cybernetic enhancement, a semi-legal P.I. license, and a knack for asking the wrong kind of questions… Vows are made to be broken, right?

When a seemingly straightforward contract takes a dark turn, heads literally roll. Unless she wants to take the fall for the murders Bubbles needs to cut town on the double. Too bad she’s flat broke.

And now, she’s being hunted.

In a world where dreams can be made real for the right kind of dough, nothing is as it seems. One thing is clear, though. The dream is becoming a nightmare.

As the body count stacks up, Bubbles realizes she’s made a terrible mistake.

Can she figure out who is behind the murders before she loses her head?

Warning: Don’t read this book if you hate fun, glitter, sassy robotic pigs, or hard-boiled badassery. Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett are rolling in their graves, but this is all their fault.



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S.C. Jensen is a Canadian fiction writer, sci-fi enthusiast, and literary advocate. She lives on the windswept prairies with her husband, three children, and various fuzzy friends. When she’s not writing, she can be found trying to avoid mosquitoes, sunburn, and/or frostbite in the great outdoors. She loves to talk about books almost as much as she loves writing them, and is often chatting away on bookstagram @scjensen.author when she should be working. Shhh. Don’t tell her kids that’s what she does in the office all day. Visit www.scjensen.com to see what S.C. Jensen is up to. Sign up to the VIP Reader’s Club to get free books and special deals on new releases!

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I am an audiobook narrator and actor living in New York. I have a varied background in many fields but found my passion in the creative pursuits. I have been a junior software engineer, a technical support specialist, and am involved in theater both on and offstage. I am also a singer and love playing my Ukulele. I have studied 3d animation, game design, true crime and forensic psychology, you know, for fun. I love knowing about how the world works at a deeper level.

Besides narrating, I also run Reaping Audiobooks where I lead an all female crew in the task of post production on audiobooks. I also coach others in the art of using Reaper and efficiency in general. I love helping people find the magic and joy in technology again.

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Q&A with Narrator S.C. Jensen
  • Was a possible audiobook recording something you were conscious of while writing?
    • Not really. I knew if the book did well enough it was a possibility for the future, and I knew I had fans who really wanted an audiobook version… but it wasn’t something I actively thought about while writing. It will be as I move forward with the series, though! There are definitely things I can do to make Jennifer Blom’s narration job easier.
  • How did you select your narrator?
    • Jennifer Blom was recommended to me by my producer at Audiobook Empire when I explained what I needed—husky voice, noir style, and a great sense of humour! As soon as I listened to the sample I knew she’d do a great job. It was a very easy process and I’m thrilled with the result!
  • How closely did you work with your narrator before and during the recording process? Did you give them any pronunciation tips or special insight into the characters?
    • I wrote up a document with character personalities and details about the dynamics between particular characters, sometimes with references to well-known films to illustrate. I do feel that the audiobook is its own medium, though, and I really wanted Jennifer to get into the roles and make them her own.
  • Were there any real life inspirations behind your writing?
    • The biggest real life inspiration is from my own battle with alcohol abuse and recovery, which is something the main character, Bubbles Marlowe is also struggling with. I have a great love of classic noir detective novels, and they are full of cigar-chomping, whiskey-swilling hard boys, and I wanted Bubbles to turn these tropes on their heads. She’s tough, but she’s driven by a need to prove her worth after recovering from addiction, and this makes her very vulnerable.
  • How do you manage to avoid burn-out? What do you do to maintain your enthusiasm for writing?
    • I have three kids aged 6-8, my husband is a long haul truck driver so I’m often solo-parenting, and we had to homeschool for the last year and a half. Maintaining a work/life balance has been challenging! I often wake up at 4am to get a few hours of writing in before the rest of the house wakes up. Fortunately, my enthusiasm for writing is always there. It’s my enthusiasm for laundry and housekeeping that suffers the most.
  • Are you an audiobook listener? What about the audiobook format appeals to you?
    • I don’t have the opportunity to listen to a lot of audiobooks these days, as my kids are always with me and my tastes run a little on the dark side… I love the horror podcast PseudoPod, though, which I can listen to in bite sized chunks during those blissful moments of alone time!
  • What do you say to those who view listening to audiobooks as “cheating” or as inferior to “real reading”?
    • I can see that listening is a different skill from reading, but I don’t understand how one is inferior to another. Any way to enjoy a story is valid. I love plays, movies and graphic novels, too. They’re all different and they’re all great.
  • How did you celebrate after finishing this novel?
    • I sent it off to my editor and got cracking on the next book! No rest for the wicked.
  • What gets you out of a writing slump? What about a reading slump?
    • I don’t have writing slumps unless there is a problem with the story I need to solve in order to move on, or if I’m just generally exhausted. Plotting helps one and rest helps the other! Reading slumps are trickier. Usually I will grab something fun and easy and read guilty pleasures until I get over it. Or watch movies instead.

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