See Will Smith as Genie in the First TV Spot for Aladdin

I loved Aladdin as a cartoon and can’t wait to see the live action movie. See Will Smith as Genie in Aladdin in this TV spot

A thrilling and vibrant live-action adaptation of Disney’s animated classic, “Aladdin” is the exciting tale of the charming street rat Aladdin, the courageous and self-determined Princess Jasmine and the Genie who may be the key to their future. Directed by Guy Ritchie, who brings his singular flair for fast-paced, visceral action to the fictitious port city of Agrabah, “Aladdin” is written by John August and Ritchie based on Disney’s “Aladdin.” The film stars Will Smith as the Genie; Mena Massoud as Aladdin; Naomi Scott as Jasmine; Marwan Kenzari as Jafar; Navid Negahban as the Sultan; Nasim Pedrad as Dalia; Billy Magnussen as Prince Anders; and Numan Acar as Hakim.

Aladdin (Mena Massoud) meets the larger-than-life blue Genie (Will Smith) in Disney’s live-action adaptation ALADDIN, directed by Guy Ritchie.

“Aladdin” is produced by Dan Lin, p.g.a., and Jonathan Eirich, p.g.a., with Marc Platt and Kevin De La Noy serving as executive producers. Eight-time Academy Award®-winning composer Alan Menken provides the score, which includes new recordings of the original songs written by Menken and Oscar®-winning lyricists Howard Ashman and Tim Rice and includes two new songs written by Menken and Oscar and Tony Award®-winning songwriters Benj Pasek and Justin Paul.

Frozen 2 Teaser Trailer Released!

Where are the Frozen fans at? Frozen 2 rumors have been going for a while and it was confirmed that it was happening. There a teaser trailer available now!

From the Academy Award®-winning team—directors Jennifer Lee and Chris Buck, and producer Peter Del Vecho—and featuring the voices of Idina Menzel, Kristen Bell, Jonathan Groff and Josh Gad, and the music of Oscar®-winning songwriters Kristen Anderson-Lopez and Robert Lopez Frozen 2 open in US theaters Nov 22, 2019

This will be an awesome family Christmas movie! Will you see Frozen 2?

Friend’s List Book Tour & Giveaway

Friends List
by Rob Watson
Genre: Suspense, Thriller
My friends are being slaughtered one by one. Decapitated. Burned alive. Chopped to pieces.
The hooded killer has vowed to keep murdering people I care about until they’re all dead, their profile pics on social media replaced with photos of their mutilated bodies. The police can’t catch him. They have no leads.
The horror is making the visions come back—the fire that took my parents, leaving my twin Alex and me alive, but broken.
The hooded killer won’t stop until I’m completely shattered. He’ll eat away at my mind, heart, and soul until there’s nothing left. No one left to love, no one left to trust, and nothing I can be sure is real.
Dr. Cross thinks a trip back to the place my parents died will stop the visions. Alex is afraid it’s a trap.
But I know the hooded killer won’t hurt me. That’s not his game.
His game is much deeper. Much darker.
Rob Watson was born in Santa Monica, California. He is married and is the father of three children. He is the owner of Damaged Psyche Productions. He is a horror/sci-fi fanatic and has been ever since early childhood. He has been imagining and writing stories for as far back as he can remember. Some of his idols are Rod Serling, Steven King, David Cronenberg, Edgar Allan Poe, Alfred Hitchcock, John Carpenter, Wes Craven, and Dan Curtis. Rob studied film and creative writing at Long Beach City College and California State University, Long Beach, after which he spent a couple of years working on movie production crews (as set PA, second assistant director, boom, etc.). Since then, he has written almost a dozen feature length screenplays (mostly horror and/or sci-fi) as well as numerous short stories and scripts. He has two original screenplays currently in pre-production and has written several “work-for-hire” scripts.

The music’s volume lowered and knocking echoed through the speakers. The words
“Someone’s Knocking” appeared next to the door graphic. Kimberly closed her blog window
and moved her avatar to the peephole.
Another dialogue box appeared, inside which Kimberly typed: Who’s there?
The peephole widened and an avatar of a hooded figure appeared. A dialogue box popped up
next to the avatar, and inside the box appeared the screen name IWNTUDED.
Kimberly typed: Do I know you?
IWNTUDED responded: Yes. But not the way u think u do.
“Seriously, this is so not the time for this,” Kimberly muttered to herself. She typed: Doug, is
that you? Look, I know you still love me, but it’s over. It’s nothing you did, it’s just that I’m
going through so many changes right now. She sighed. I’m sorry. Tell you what. I’ll give you
a weekend of goodbye sex when I get back, okay?
After a few uncomfortable moments passed, IWNTUDED responded: Sounds like fun, but
I’m not Doug.
“What the hell?” Kimberly whispered as the ambient light from the laptop’s screen eerily
illuminated her pretty face. She stared at the screen and typed: Who is this?
There was a long moment before IWNTUDED responded: The last person you’ll ever see.
“Okay, fuck this,” Kimberly blurted. She clicked the “KEEP OUT” icon next to Iwntuded’s
screen name, and the “LOCK DOOR” icon on the keyhole graphic.
“So long, creep.” She picked up the Starbucks cup sitting on her Abnormal Psychology
textbook, took a sip, spun her chair around, and reclined with her back to the computer.
While she sat there thinking how much easier life would be if it was this simple to get rid of
people in the real world, the word “Unlock” appeared on the door graphic, and the Iwntuded
avatar entered the room and approached the Kimber avatar.
Finished musing over the inherent advantages of Cybering, Kimberly turned back toward the
laptop screen and was dumbstruck when she saw Iwntuded’s avatar standing next to hers.
“What the hell?” She placed her Starbucks cup on the desk and then typed: How did you get
in here?
The Iwntuded avatar held up a key graphic, and then IWNTUDED typed: I have a key.
Kimberly’s heart skipped a beat. She sank down in her chair and wrapped her arms tightly
around herself.
Should I be scared of this creep? She shook her head. Of course not, this is just some acne
covered kid with nothing better to do on Datenight USA, or some overweight, balding pervert
who gets off on scaring the shit out of young girls.
He fear morphed to anger and she sat up straight in her chair. Look, jerkoff, she typed, the
Roommates website recorded your IP address when you logged on. So get out of here and
leave me the fuck alone before I report your perverted ass.
IWNTUDED replied: Okay. But first, will u do me a favor?
Kimberly typed: What?
May I have a sip of that coffee?
What the fuck?
Kimberly typed: What coffee?
After a few tension-filled moments, IWNTUDED replied: The Starbucks next to your

The words on her laptop screen leapt out at Kimberly as if they were in 3D. She glanced at the
Starbucks cup, after which she jumped to her feet and scanned nervously about her dimly lit
Oh my God – someone’s here! But how did he get in? And where is he now – watching me?
Just as she reached for the phone to dial 911, Kimberly spotted the webcam atop her
computer’s monitor and a wave of relief washed over her. “You little hacker.”
She sat back down and yanked the USB cable from the webcam. “Show’s over, jerk wad.”
She smirked at her laptop screen and held her middle finger up to Iwntuded’s avatar.
That wasn’t very nice.
Kimberly replied: What – ending your little peep show?
IWNTUDED typed: No, giving me the finger.
Kimberly jumped to her feet. She glanced wildly around the room and then back at the
monitor. Fight or flight mode started setting in as she typed: Who are u and what the fuck do u
I told u – I’m the last person you’ll ever see. As for what I want…
On the opposite side of the unlit apartment, a closet door quietly opened. A hooded figure
emerged holding a smartphone in one hand and a sixteen-inch hunting knife in the other. While
Kimberly sat staring at her computer screen, the figure typed on the smartphone’s keypad, and
the reply displayed on Kimberly’s laptop screen: It’s all in my name. What’s my name,
Wide-eyed, her hands trembling, Kimberly typed: IWNTUDED.
IWNTUDED instantly replied: That’s what I want!
Kimberly studied her tormentor’s username with the urgency her situation demanded. Then,
in a dread-filled whisper, she read aloud, “I…want…you…dead.”

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For Beau Book Tour & Giveaway

For Beau
The Sarah Ashdown Story
by Simon Gandossi
Genre: Historical Fiction 

The ground shook with each bomb that fell on London. The night sky lit up, and the sounds of gunfire overwhelmed the city as our brave men fought back. It took so many bombs to fall on this great city to make the Germans realize that England could not be defeated. It took just one bomb to make one woman realize her true destiny.
Sarah Ashdown’s insurmountable guilt and remorse over the death of a young girl sets in motion one of the most unbelievable stories of World War II. An ordinary housewife who defied the odds to become one of the most wanted women in occupied Europe, her story of determination and courage will shock and inspire those who read it.

Simon Gandossi is a historical fiction author who was born and raised in Western Australia. From an early age, Simon discovered a passion for history and writing. It is that passion combined with his desire to bring to light the different aspects of the past that makes him a unique writer. There are a lot of people who give up so much to follow their dreams, and Simon is no different. To become a professional writer is difficult, but his hard work and determination has seen him develop from an amateur to a full-time writer in just a few years.

An elderly and fragile lady is helped by a young gentleman into the boardroom of the local TV
station. She puts a large bag on the floor and sits down and is left alone, waiting for a journalist.
After extensive
research, the station has discovered her story. Today is the anniversary of the beginning of the
Blitz, and Sarah’s story is so fascinating that the network is considering airing it on their current
affairs program. She is growing a little impatient as she waits to be interviewed.
Finally, after a fifteen-minute delay, a young and somewhat disorganised journalist wearing an
expensive grey suit opens the door and sits down next to her. He seems nervous, as if it’s his
first interview.
‘I am terribly sorry, Ms Ashdown; it’s been one of those mornings. I am Daniel Warwick,’ he said
as he ruffled through his papers.
‘I’d like to say I have all the time in the world, Mr Warwick,’ she says in a sarcastic tone.
‘Please, call me Daniel, and can I get you a tea or coffee?’ he asked politely.
‘Tea would be wonderful,’ she replied.
Daniel presses the button on the intercom and asks for two teas to be brought to the
boardroom. Sarah stares at him; she seems amused at his nervousness.
‘I want to thank you for taking the time and giving us the opportunity to hear your fascinating
‘I want to make it clear that any payment you provide for this interview you give directly to the
children’s hospital. They need it more than I do,’ Sarah replies.
‘It has already been done, along with a small donation from the staff themselves,’ he replies,
Daniel takes out some papers from a red folder, and he spends a few moments glancing over
them. He takes out his recorder and places it on the table; he is finally ready to conduct the
interview. The tea is
brought in and Daniel turns on the recorder.
‘First, can you start by telling me a little about your family?’
Sarah sips her tea and puts the cup down.
‘I had a very good upbringing as a child; during my childhood, my parents would ensure they
never missed any special event in my life. Birthdays, school plays, and presentations, et cetera.
Then, in late 1939,my mother died from breast cancer. It was as if my whole life was taken away
from me. A piece of me died that day and I never felt the same again. The war changed my
father; he had gone from a man who was always there for me to one I hardly saw. We lived in
the same house for a long time, but we might as well have lived a thousand miles apart. He
worked for MI5—he was a very intelligent and well-respected man. He had risen through the
ranks, becoming so important that he often advised and met with key figures, including the
prime minister himself. I guess the pressures of his job changed him. All I had to do to make
myself feel better was to remember the past—the time when this man
would have given up anything to be with me.’
‘Your father being who he was, did you receive news before anyone else? Maybe advanced
news about how the war was going?’
‘No, he never discussed his work with me.’
‘How did you spend a typical day during the war?’
‘That is a very general question, Mr Warwick—how I spent my days varied greatly. If it were a
peaceful day with no air raids, I would sometimes visit friends or go for walks and things of that
nature. During air raids, I did as most did; I went into the air raid shelter. We had our own below
our house.’
‘Were you scared?’
‘No, certainly not, I refused to be so. Being scared means the enemy gets what they want. If I
was to be killed by a bomb, then it was just my time.’
There is a pause while they both sipped their teas. Daniel skips a few pages of his notes. He
has a confused look on his face.
‘Do you need some more time, Mr Warwick?’ Sarah asks.
‘Once again, I am sorry. I have written too many notes and questions.
I am sure now you wish you had a more experienced journalist?’ Daniel says in an apologetic

‘Certainly not. Maybe you need some whiskey in that tea,’ Sarah replied, smiling.
Daniel becomes a little more at ease. He puts down all of the notes and questions he has, and
continues on.
‘What is the worst experience you saw during the Blitz, something that, during your entire life,
has stayed with you?’
‘I think anyone who experienced the Blitz had many bad experiences—I certainly had my share,
as you will soon find out.’
Sarah holds tightly onto her cup, staring at it. She seems to be deep in thought; Daniel, pausing
himself, gives her a moment. She raises her head and stares at Daniel.
‘My experiences have stayed with me every day,’ she says, becoming slightly teary-eyed.
Sarah finishes her tea and puts the cup and saucer on the table. It’s obvious he has many
questions to ask her, but thinks asking only one question that will answer all of them will be
‘Can you tell me everything, your entire story from the beginning?’
‘You have nothing to do this week, Mr Warwick?’
‘Hearing this puts anything I have to do aside for the time being.’
‘As you wish,’ Sarah replies.

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The Seidr Cycle Book Tour & Giveaway

Dolor and Shadow
The Seidr Cycle Book 1
by Angela B. Chrysler
Genre: High Epic Fantasy
A great power has awakened within Princess Kallan.
To keep the princess hidden, she is taken to Alfheim; her abilities suppressed and her memory erased.
Years later, Kallan inherits her father’s war, and vows revenge on the one man she believes is responsible: Rune, King of Gunir. But soon, a twist of fate puts Kallan in protection of the man she has sworn to kill, and Rune in possession of powers he does not understand.
Lost in the world of Men, the two must form an unlikely alliance to make their way home and solve the mystery of their past – and of the Shadow that hunts them both.
Praise for Dolor and Shadow:
“…a sweeping, epic novel… highly recommend it to all fantasy lovers.” – Erin S. Riley, author of Odin’s Shadow
“Angela B. Chrysler has brought world building to breathtaking heights with ‘Dolor and Shadow’” – Jay Norry, Amazon Review
“This is book one in a set that has the potential to become timeless” – Timothy Bateson, Amazon Review
Fire and Lies
The Seidr Cycle Book 2
War rips across the land of Alfheim.
As the Fae gods draw near, Queen Kallan’s strength is tested.
She follows King Rune, but the Shadow Beast caged within Rune’s body is writhing in hunger. Kallan’s newest companion, Bergen – the legendary Berserk – is determined to end the conflict in her life.
As the three come together, the truth buried in the past resurfaces. Now, Kallan must master a dormant power… or watch her kingdom fall to the Fae, who will stop at nothing to keep their lies.
Angela B. Chrysler is a writer, logician, philosopher, and die-hard nerd who studies theology, historical linguistics, music composition, and medieval European history in New York with a dry sense of humor and an unusual sense of sarcasm. She lives in a garden with her family and cats.
In 2014, Ms. Chrysler founded Brain to Books and the virtual trade show, Brain to Books Cyber Convention. A passionate gardener and incurable cat lover, Ms. Chrysler spends her days drinking coffee and writing beside a volume of Edgar Allan Poe who strongly influences her style to this day. When Ms. Chrysler is not writing, she enables her addictions to all things nerdy, and reads everything she can get her hands on no matter the genre. Occasionally, she finds time to mother her three children and debate with her life-long friend who she eventually married. Her writing is often compared to Tad Williams. Her influences are Edgar Allan Poe, The Phantom of the Opera, and Frankenstein.
Angela also loves writing, cats, reading, knitting, gardening, Tai Chi, Yoga, meditation, coffee, BBC, baking, cooking, dancing, singing, anime, and smiling.

At the farthest ends of Midgard, where Alfheim begins, the Fae goddess Fand gazed upon
Kallan’s fair city. Lorlenalin. The White Opal. The Dokkalfar citadel. Humming a ditty, she
collected her skirts and idly glided through the wood surrounding the city.
Like threads of gold, Seidr flowed from the tips of Fand’s fingers. It flowed down her
gown and branched across the first autumn frost glistening in the moonlight as if the Fae gods
themselves had emerged from Under Earth and touched down on the lands of Midgard. Like
veins, the Seidr webbed a path to the city. The life she found there was strong, but hollow with
grief for their missing queen. Fand called the Seidr back, and she smiled. Memories of the dead
never survive the ages. It was only a matter of time before the Dokkalfar forgot their precious
“This won’t be too hard.”
Fand took a step and strips of leather wove themselves around her bare foot. By the time
she took a second step, she wore a pair of fine leather boots. Her gowns of Under Earth
themselves into something simpler, but just as suggestive. Just as inviting. The gems she
wore to ordain her bodice became grains of golden sand that vanished with the wind. Her
cheekbones rounded out. Her pearlescent skin darkened to look more like a daughter of Alfheim
than the pale, jeweled complexion of a Fae goddess of Eire’s Land.
Fand pushed a hand through her raven black hair, sending strands of Seidr streaking the
black and changing it to a pale blond by the time her fingers reached the tips.
By the time Fand stepped into a beam of moonlight where the Dokkalfar guards could see
her, all that remained of her original appearance was the stunning rings of gold Seidr that
encircled her pupils and the mesmermizing smile that arched her red lips.
By dawn, only two would remember the name of Kallan, Daughter of Eyolf, Queen and
Lady of Lorlenalin.

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