Cassie Tam Files Book Tour & Giveaway

The Cassie Tam Files Book 1
by Matt Doyle
Genre: SciFi, Crime Noir, Clean Lesfic
When PI Cassie Tam is hired to investigate the death of a local virtual reality junkie, she thinks it will be easy money. In New Hopeland, VR junkies die every day, and the local PD already declared it an accidental overdose on synthetic stimulants. But the more she digs, the more that things don’t add up.
To make things even more complicated, her client, the deceased’s sister Lori, is a Tech Shifter – someone who uses a metal exoskeleton to roleplay as an animal – and Cassie has always been wary of that community. That wouldn’t be a problem if Lori wasn’t fast becoming the first person she’s been genuinely attracted to since splitting with her ex.
Easy money, huh? Yeah, right.
The Fox, The Dog and The King
The Cassie Tam Files Book 2
When PI Cassie Tam and her girlfriend Lori try to make up for their recent busy schedules with a night out at the theatre to watch the Tech Shift performer Kitsune, the last thing they expected was for Cassie to get a job offer. But some people are never off the clock, and by the end of the evening, Cassie has been drawn into a mundane but highly paid missing pet case. Unfortunately, in New Hopeland City, even something as simple as little lost dog can lead you down some dark paths.
Until now, Cassie wasn’t aware that there even was a rabbit hole,
let alone how far down it goes.
The Cassie Tam Files Book 3
New Hopeland City may be the birthplace of Tech Shifter gear, but it isn’t the only place that likes to blend technology with folklore. Now, a new nightmare is stalking the streets…
When PI Cassie Tam is attacked on the way home one night, she expects the police to get involved. What she doesn’t expect is to be forced into acting as bait to lure out a lunatic in a tech-suit that’s literally out for blood. But past actions have consequences, and doing so may be the only way she can get a clean slate from the city’s law makers.
If only that didn’t mean having to face down a wannabe vampire.
Matt Doyle is a speculative fiction author from the UK and identifies as pansexual and genderfluid. Matt has spent a great deal of time chasing dreams, a habit which has led to success in a great number of fields. To date, this has included spending ten years as a professional wrestler, completing a range of cosplay projects, and publishing multiple works of fiction.
These days, Matt can be found working on multiple novels and stories,
blogging about pop culture, and plotting and planning far too many projects.

Chapter One

I ALWAYS DID like Venetian blinds. There’s something quaint about them in a retro-
tacky kinda way. Plus, they’re pretty useful for sneaking a peek out the front of the

building if I feel the need. That’s something that you just can’t do with the solid,
immovable metal slats that come as a standard in buildings these days. That said, a
thick sheet of steel is gonna offer you a damn sight more security than thin, bendable
vinyl, so I keep mine installed. Just in case.
Another round of knocking rattles the front door, louder this time than the one that woke
The clock says 23:47, and the unfamiliar low-end car out front screams “Don’t notice me,
I’m not worth your time,” which makes for the perfect combo to stir up the paranoia that
the evening’s beer and horror-film session left behind. This is my own fault. My adverts
are pretty descriptive in terms of telling what I do: lost pets, cheating partners, theft,
protection, retrieval of people and items, other odds and sods that the city’s finest won’t
touch…I’ve got ways to deal with it all. That’s right, I’m a real odd-job gal. The one thing
that I don’t put in there are business hours. The way I see it, even the missing pet cases
usually leave me wandering the streets at half-past reasonable, so what’s the point in
asking people to call between certain hours?
More knocking, followed this time by the squeak of my letter box and a voice. “Hello?
Cassandra Tam?”
It’s funny, really. For all the tech advances that the world has made, no one has been
able to improve upon the simple open-and-shut letter box. I stumble my way through the
dark and wave dismissively at the frosted glass. The light switch and the keypad for the
door lock are conveniently placed right next to each other on the wall to the right of the
door, so welcoming my apparent guest is a nice, easy affair. The lock clicks a moment
after the lights flood the room, and I pull the door open.
“Cassie,” I say, turning and skulking my way back into the room. “Or Caz. Drop the
I hear a sniff behind me, and the lady from the letter box asks, “Are you drunk?”
“If I pass out in the next five minutes, then yes,” I reply, turning the kettle on. I’d left it full,
ready for the morning, but I guess this is close enough. “Take a seat at the table. Would
you prefer tea or coffee? I’d offer beer, but since I reek of it, I guess I must’ve finished it.”
Footsteps creep unapologetically across the room, and a chair squeaks on the floor.
Good. If you can’t deal with a snarky response to something, don’t say it all, and if
you can deal with it, then as far as I’m concerned you don’t need to apologise.
“Coffee,” the lady says. “So, do you always see potential clients in your underwear, or is
it just my lucky day?” Her voice has a slightly playful edge to it, but with a sarcastic kick
to round it off.

The business portion of my apartment comprises entirely of a small open-plan room
separating my kitchen from my living room. And by open plan, I mean an allotted space
that encroaches on both territories but is conveniently large enough to house what I
need. Or, in other words, a table, four chairs, and nothing else. Since filing went near
entirely digital, filing cabinets have pretty much become obsolete, so the two that I found
dumped outside the building when I bought the place currently live in my bedroom, and
contain a mix of quick access work stuff and personal files I’d rather not have floating on
the net. Most things, though, I store electronically, the same as everything else.
I rarely use the business table to eat, read, or any of that junk, so until this evening it’s
been entirely empty for a good few weeks. The lady sitting there now is studying me, I
can see, and probably wondering if this was a mistake. Whatever she may have
expected, a Chinese-Canadian gal of average height in a cami top and a loose pair of
sleep shorts most likely wasn’t it. For what it’s worth, though, I’m studying her just the
same. She’s a lithe-looking thing, dressed in a casual pair of jeans and a plain black
fitted top under a leather jacket. If the metal plugs running down her shaven head like a
shiny, rubber-tipped Mohawk weren’t a giveaway for what she is, the light scarring
punctuating the outer edges of her pale blue eyes certainly would be. She’s a Tech
Shifter, and like most of her ilk, she looks like a punk rocker gone cyborg.
“Only when people come calling near midnight,” I say, crossing my arms. “And what
about you? Do you have to work to rile people up, or is it just a talent?” I spot her wince
and can’t quite contain the smile that fights its way up to my lips. I can’t really afford to
lose another client, though, so I throw in another dismissive wave and add, “Don’t worry
about it. It’s late, and I’m grumpy. Milk and sugar?”
She nods. “Two sugars, lots of milk, thanks.”
I finish making the drinks and plonk myself into the chair opposite my guest. “So how
about we start with a name?”
“Lori. Lori Redwood. And I’m sorry about calling so late, it’s just that I didn’t really know
when would be best, and I figured that you probably wouldn’t be busy this time of night.”
“And whatever problem you have has been eating away at you, so you wanted to sort it
as soon, eh?”
Lori nods and takes a gulp of her coffee. “Something like that.”
I tilt my head, and rest my elbows on the table, letting my chin fall into my clasped
hands. “I’m guessing this isn’t a missing pet case?”
“No. Do you read the morning news sites?”
“I browse. Why?”
“Did you see any of the articles about Edward Redwood? They would have been late
last week.”
I close my eyes and cast my mind back to the things I’d read over the last couple of
days. The name is familiar, and not just because of the articles, but I can’t place where
“Virtual Junkie, died of an accidental overdose of synthesised stimulants?” I try.
Lori nods again. “He was my brother. It wasn’t an accidental OD, though.”

I sigh. “I’m sorry for your loss, but he was an Addict, right? That’s what the press said.
He wouldn’t be the first VJ Addict to OD, and he won’t be the last.”
“You don’t understand. Yes, Eddie was an Addict, but he couldn’t have overdosed
himself, because he never used stimulants. He used to make a really big deal out of how
he preferred the experience pure, because he didn’t want to mess up his chances of
becoming a Pro.”
I shake my head sadly. “Miss Redwood…”
“Lori, please,” she cuts in.
“Lori, then. Let me give you a history lesson. Many years ago, some bright spark
realised society had become so reliant on electronic tools that most jobs carried out by
big businesses could be done virtually. As things advanced, they built a whole virtual
where people could work, and gradually, the staff who pulled the long shifts became
reliant on the feel of being in the place. Meanwhile, out in the real world, regular people
accessed the virtual world to communicate with the staff, and to play games, and they
too became reliant on the feel of the place. And so, two types of Junkie were born; the
Pros, supported by their bosses, and the Addicts, who were no different to the drug
users of the twentieth century. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not judging anyone here, but
Addicts don’t become Pros. Both types of VJ get unhealthily hooked, but the Addicts
don’t have the support to keep it in check. They all end up on the stimulants eventually.”
“Not Eddie,” she insists. “He had a contract lined up. All he had to do was pass the
entrance test, and he’d transition to Pro.”
“Now that’s a first. Who with?”
“I don’t know. That’s part of the problem.”
I narrow my eyes. “Lori, why exactly did you come to me?”
“Because the police won’t reopen the case. They said there’s no evidence that anyone
else was in the room at all when he died. If I can just figure out who he was negotiating
with, then that would be something.”
“So, what? You want me to find out who your brother was supposedly going to be hired
“And then what?”
“I find out how he ended up OD-ing on something that he wouldn’t touch, and why.”
I down my coffee and lean back in my chair, crossing my arms again. “You think that he
was murdered, don’t you? By someone in whatever company he was supposedly talking
“Yes,” she replies vehemently, then shrinks back a little and adds, “I don’t know. Maybe.
It’s the only thing that makes sense, right?”
“No, it’s not. What makes the most sense is that your brother was no different from any
other VJ Addict, and he just hid his usage from you. Let’s say for one moment we can
even entertain the idea that a Pro company were willing to hire an Addict. That isn’t even
close to a strong enough link to start crying murder. Honestly, Lori, I get it, but you’re

reaching here. You’re trying to grasp onto anything that can make this all easier for you,
and that’s fine. But trust me on this. No amount of grasping at nothing ever changes
Lori has clearly been fighting back the tears, and my little speech just pushed her over
the edge. She wipes her eyes on her sleeve and gets to her feet, keeping her head hung
“I’m sorry to bother you,” she says, and turns back towards the door. “I’ll see myself out.”
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“To look up some more names. You’ve made your position quite clear.”
“I never said that I wouldn’t take the case. I just wanted you to understand how unlikely
your scenario is.”
Lori stops in her tracks and looks back at me. “You’ll do it?” she asks, her voice a
conflicted mess of desperation and disbelief.
“If there’s something to be found, then I’ll find it.”
“I…thank you. Thank you.”
“Yeah, well, don’t thank me yet,” I reply, getting to my feet. I walk back to the kitchen,
slide open one of the drawers, and pull out a small metal disc about one inch thick, and
five inches in diameter. I throw it to Lori, and she whips her arm out, snatching it from the
air. She turns it over in her hand, studying the glass top. “You seen one of those
Lori shakes her head.
“It’s a standard Case Tool, at least for me. Take it with you, and when you get home, tap
the screen three times quickly. It’ll load a bunch of files for you to complete. Don’t worry,
it comes with a holo-keypad, so you won’t need to hook it up to anything. I prefer to keep
things connected to my server, and mine alone when I can help it. Take your time,
answer the questions with as much detail as possible, and tap to send them back to me.
Before it’ll send ’em, it’ll ask you to enter your details to transfer the deposit for the case.”
“Okay,” she nods. “How much am I looking at?”
“Aside from being a potential murder case, this is gonna prevent me from taking on any
other work for the duration, so I’m not gonna be working cheap. The deposit’s five thou.
If I find nothing, that’ll be it, but if something turns up, I’ll expect the same again
on completion. That cool?”
“Yes. Absolutely. Thank you.”
“Not a problem. Now get yourself home so that I can get some sleep.”

The Fox, the Dog, and the King
Matt Doyle © 2018

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The Daimones Trilogy Book Tour & Giveaway

The Daimones Trilogy,Volume 1
by Massimo Marino
Genre: Science Fiction
Get your Science Fiction from a CERN Scientist ! Over 1,000 ratings on combined goodreads and Amazon.
Murder, genocide, the Apocalypse.
Explore the future of humanity in Massimo Marino’s sci-fi debut, Daimones, an apocalyptic tale that feels like it could happen tomorrow. You may never sleep through a windstorm again.
Nothing could have prepared them for the last day. Death swept away the lives of billions, but spared Dan Amenta and his family, leading them to an uncertain future. When merely surviving isn’t enough and the hunt for answers begins, memories from the past and troubling encounters lead Dan to the truth about the extermination of the human race. Distressing revelations will give new meaning to their very existence.
Early humans shaped the future and seeded a plan millions of years in the making. Now survivors must choose: Endure a future with no past or fade away into a past with no future?
Once Humans
The Daimones Trilogy, Volume 2
The rebirth of the race of man is closely watched, and the Selected, the transgenic humans created by the Moîrai, guide and care for the wellbeing of the remaining humans in their various Communities around the planet.
Peace and security are suddenly shattered with acts of sabotage disrupting the fragile equilibrium of the growing society. Betrayal, fear, and a cosmic conspiracy risk sending the planet to the brink of self-destruction. Will Dan Amenta be able to come to terms with the logic of alien minds? Who is behind the sabotage and why?
Death and blind violence walk in the secret alleys and in the depths of the planet, from the coldest lands to the bottom of the oceans; someone is at work with an evil agenda dictated by greed and lust for power. Ancient aliens, a galactic struggle, the control of a unique resource, meld to dictate the fate of humankind.
The Rise of the Phoenix
The Daimones Trilogy, Volume 3
War is inevitable, and the human race sets out to finally deliver retribution.
An alien colonization has altered the destiny of the human race forever. After wiping out billions of people, the race known as the Moîrai created a new, transgenic species of humans called the Selected — giving them both the gift and burden of longevity and memories of human history on another world.
The aliens charged the Selected with the responsibility of caring for “the spared ones,” unaltered humans who survived the global catastrophe. That includes Dan Amenta’s daughter Hope, the only spared one who remains.
Together, Dan and Hope have witnessed Earth transform into a different world, where a powerful new neurological drug sparks the rapid evolution of the Selected, but Hope is nearing death. Once she’s gone, obligations die with her, and the path is clear for a chain of events destined to rip apart the foundations of the galaxy.
Booktrope Publishing LCC has published Massimo Marino’s works up to June 2016 when Booktrope closed its business. Massimo is member of SFWA (Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America), and a scientist envisioning science fiction.
He contributed to the experiments at CERN and The Lawrence Berkeley Lab, then accepted leading positions at Apple, Inc. and at the World Economic Forum. He is also co-founder of “Squares on Blue” — a Big Data Analytics service company — and of “BookGarage” — a publishing services brokerage firm.
Massimo currently lives in France and crosses the border with Switzerland multiple times daily, although he’s no smuggler. He went from smashing particles at the largest accelerators in the world, to smashing words on the most popular laptop in the world.

My daughter, the wrinkled and dying woman lying in front of me, was the
oldest-looking human on the entire planet. Yet, to the rest of the world, she was
leaving us the youngest, as the new humans her age looked like they’d just
passed puberty.
The med-unit hummed solemnly. Hope felt my presence and opened her
eyes, a tired look but the same as her mother’s, Laura.
She didn’t have much hair anymore, and it had long since lost its ebony
beauty. My heart shrunk in pain. How many times had I watched the people I
loved the most leave me? It hurt more each time; there’s no drill and no training
to teach one’s heart how to bear the loss of another. My heart grew colder and
harder with each death.
“Dad.” Hope greeted me with a broken voice.
I thought I would have been strong, that the Palladium made me stronger.
How wrong I was. I’d already lost my wife Mary, and Laura, then my first
daughter, Annah, and now Hope’s life was vanishing before me and I couldn’t
do anything about it. With all my resilience, strength, and inhuman capabilities,
there I was…a broken father watching his little girl dying. What a cruel destiny
the Moîrai had imposed on us Selected.
“How are you?”
“I’m tired.” She sighed. “But I’m ready.”
I took a deep breath and walked up to her. Unable to say anything, I
stepped to her bedside and took that bony hand.
She smiled. “Your hand is warm, and I’m so cold…”
My eyes looked for the nurse. “I’ll tell the doctors to raise the temperature.”
Hope shook her head. “Inside…”
At those words, my eyes filled with tears. “Darling…”
“Dad…” she whispered. “I want my bed.”
I managed to collect some air and sound calm. “You won’t last an hour in
your bed, sweetie.”
“I know.” Hope let go a long sigh. “Would you do something for me?”
“Anything.” I looked at her, eager to do whatever she needed. My heart
hung to her lips and I bent forward.
Her eyes mocked me. “I know where I am.”
Befuddled, I probed her mind. “How?” I started.
“Am I not your daughter?”
I blushed. “Hope, I didn’t want you to—” I glanced down as she squeezed
my hand to interrupt me.
With an effort, she raised her head. “Shhhh. It’s okay, Dad. Let everyone
watch if they need to, but let me watch everyone, too.”
My voice cracked. “You’ll never be forgotten.” My eyes held hers. “I love
you so much.”
“I know, Dad.” Her hand squeezed mine again. “Please, let me see, let me
start the new beginning.”
I didn’t know then, but those words put the seed of revenge in my heart
and found fertile ground.


…or the Einstein-Rosen Bridge.
In 1963, Roy Kerr found that if a black hole is rotating it creates a space time
singularity in the form of a ring, not a point, and that in principle a particle may
be able to fall through the hole instead; the particle may not be lost forever.
When this was published, black holes were not believed to exist and therefore
the Kerr solution only really developed in the 1970s, after astronomers
discovered what seem to be real black holes. – Hawking 1988 and John Gribbin

There’s no empirical proof that a wormhole can hold its promises, and a
computer simulations run in 1998 raised doubts in that the simulation couldn’t
find conditions to keep the wormhole stable, i.e., open.

Less than a year after Einstein had formulated his equations of the general
theory, the Austrian Ludwig Flamm realised that a solution to Einstein’s
equations described a wormhole connecting two regions of flat spacetime; two
universes, or two parts of the same universe. Could, thus, these bridges be used

for interstellar travels?

Indeed, Einstein himself, working at Princeton with Nathan Rosen in the
1930s, discovered that the equations represent a black hole as a bridge
between two regions of flat space-time, the phenomenon known since then as
the “Einstein-Rosen bridge”. Another property of black holes, ignored by
everyone except very few top level mathematicians and physicists, is that a
black hole always has two “ends”, a black one and a white one, the exit side
into another (location of the) universe.

Another problem that the computer simulation revealed is that in order to
traverse an Einstein-Rosen bridge from one universe to the other, a traveller
would have to move faster than light at some stage of the journey, and that
would violate one Einstein himself, unless…

Two researchers at CalTec, Yurtsever and Thorne, found that the equations
dictate that in order for an artificial wormhole to be held open, its throat must
be threaded by some form of matter, or some form of field, that exerts negative
pressure, and antigravity associated with it.

Richard F. Holman, professor of physics at Carnegie Mellon, explained this in
an interview with Scientific American. In order to stabilise wormholes
opening, quantum fluctuations in various fields might be able to just do that.
And the work of many others on the behaviour of quantized fields
demonstrated that quantum field effects could indeed hold open a macroscopic

Large enough to have a spaceship travel through? It depends; it depends on the

amount of energy achievable to create the bridge.

And this closes the loop, as a

rotating Kerr black hole might actually be the source.

A vision from 1933 brought the Daimones to visit, study, and decide about
the future of the race of men.

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A Mistress for Pendrake On Sale Now! And Giveaway

A Mistress for Penndrake
by Tammy L. Bailey
Genre: Historical Romance
The Marquess of Wesley is out for blood. For a year, Lord Wesley has tried to undo the devastation his father left to Penndrake, their ancestral home, only to discover the man gambled it away right before his death. Now Wesley is being blackmailed by the new owner into marrying a woman he’s never met in order to get it back. But his intentions are less than honorable…
At one and twenty, Miss Kate Holden intends to become a governess, having sworn off all men years ago. However, her plans are halted when she receives a daunting letter from her cousin about a Lord Wesley. Ignorant of the name, and the devilish marquess that wears it all too well, she nearly ends up compromised. Refusing to fall prey to Wesley’s skillful seduction, Kate decides to turn things around on the rake. But the high-stakes game between them soon leads to her losing the last thing she expected…her heart.
**on sale for .99 cents!!**
A LEO wife, mother, and military veteran, Tammy began writing when the shows and movies she watched didn’t end the way she wanted them to end. Whether it’s historical or contemporary, for her, there must always be a happy ending.
When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with her husband and two boys near Cleveland, Ohio. Without their sacrifice and understanding, she believes she would have never been able to pursue her passion of writing or her accomplishment of becoming a published author.

“Damn it, Miss Holden, if you die in my company, there will be hell to pay.”
​Despite her earlier feelings of comfort and contentment, his irritation ruffled her pride. While
her legs dangled over each side of the horse, she twisted around so her nose came in proximity to
touching Lord Wesley’s.
“A shiver does not constitute the demise of one’s health. I-I…j-ju…”
​Unable to finish her words, Kate buried her head into his chest and held the sneeze, a
consequence she didn’t consider until it was too late. Against her cheek, she heard the erratic
thumping of his heart, felt the inviting heat of his skin.
​“You must get warm,” he said after a long moment, his tone vibrating against her right ear.
​She lifted her chin, unsure of the man she’d find staring down at her, the carefree lord who
flirted with Claire so easily or the affronted nobleman whose features resembled a Grecian
statue, stoic and rigid?
​In her company, she found the latter, of course. It perplexed her to know she caused such an
offensive reaction in such a short amount of time. He continued to glower at her, his jaw tense
and mouth tight. At the same time, a sense of feminine wonder overtook her. She disregarded all

consequence and reached up to touch his face, wiping at a trickle of rainwater as it trailed along
his chin.
​ Fascinated by his raw masculinity, she continued to explore, her fingers gliding over his skin
until they stroked the softness of his lips.
​This time she didn’t know who initiated the kiss, only that his mouth covered hers, breathless
and fierce. He brought her against him, both sharing an equal yearning and affection, void of any
mistrust or deception. Abandoning, for the moment, her doubts and insecurities, she grasped his
soaked gold waistcoat, pulling the lapels apart to sink even closer to him.
​His mouth slanted over hers, crushing and possessive. He stole her breath and her will, her
limbs powerless to do anything but pull him closer. Dizzy, she closed her eyes, his satiny tongue
stroking her lips before sweeping inside in a fervent and rapturous kiss. She moaned from his
skillful seduction, the throaty sound shattering the connection and the intimate moment. He
pulled back, his face rigid with restraint. ​
When she turned away from him, he didn’t stop her but instead brought his arm around to
keep her from moving one way or the other.
​He nudged his horse into a steady gallop, reaching the steps of Penndrake before she had the
chance to sulk over her imprudent curiosity toward him.

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Chronicles of a Hero Book Tour, Guest Post, and Giveaway

Prelude to a Hero
Chronicles of a Hero Book 1
by Jaime Buckley
Genre: YA Fantasy

Nerd. Introvert. He was the hero they never knew they wanted.

All Wendell hoped for was a decent job, a hot new car and a girlfriend to match.

What he got was the mantle of a legendary hero, the heart of a girl who had no idea who he really was…and a diamond bigger than his fist.

What could possibly go wrong?

Prelude to a Hero is book one in the Chronicles of a Hero series, by Jaime Buckley. If you enjoyed Tiffany Aching, Harry Potter or Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, then you’ll love this humorous, original epic fantasy, packed with magic, mystery and sharp kicks to the funny bone.

“I’m already a HUGE fan of fantasy fiction, this book appealed to me as I felt it would be something new and unique… I wasn’t left disappointed!”

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Race to Til-Thorin
Chronicles of a Hero Book 2

Dream girls. Fried snails. A 30” bodyguard with pink ponytails.

Being a hero comes with learning curves.

The curve of a hip. The curve of a sword. The curve of a sucker punch as it connects with your face.

It wouldn’t be so bad if Wendell had professionals to help him.

Instead, he’s stuck with a feisty gnome, a senile old wizard and a green skinned, cigar-smoking babysitter to guide him.

Is it too late to quit?

Fans of epic fantasy will cheer Wendell on as the Chronicles of a Hero series continues in book two. Those who enjoy the world building skills of J.R.R. Tolkien, J.K. Rowling and Brandon Sanderson will surely get addicted to this original new world.

Feed your fantasy needs and grab your copy today!

“I have not laughed so hard in a long time. I don’t KNOW how long it’s been. Just when the tension is about to make my heart pop, Chuck or Dax or a situation will pop up and make you laugh.”

Into the Fire
Chronicles of a Hero Book 3

Stranded, alone…with a tree sticking out of his bellybutton.

Wendell’s task is simple: get to Til-Thorin Keep.

No problem.

Add to that no map, no help and no flippin’ idea where he is and you have a day in the life of our hero.

Oh wait—we forgot to add the army of cannibals now nipping at his heels.

It just might be the death of him.

Elemental magic and nail-biting action are what you can expect in book three of Chronicles of a Hero. Fans of Dragonlance and The Hobbit will love this new addition to the series.

Don’t wait to grab your copy—buy one today!

“I think this book will be well-liked by those who like Harry Potter, but I think it goes to a new level where those who didn’t like Harry Potter can still love this book!”

Trench Wars
Chronicles of a Hero Book 4

Wizards. Elves. Giant Robots with Automatic Weapons.

Wendell is dying for a change of scenery, but Clockworks City has a ban on all outsiders.

It’s a law punishable by death.

So how does a 5’ 10” human hide among 1.5 BILLION gnomes?

By competing in the #1 televised extreme sport in the country, of course.

Enjoy bullets, babes and a bowl of mushroom soup as this series jumps from humorous fantasy to comical science fiction! If you enjoy a good laugh, intense action and unexpected endings, you’ll love book four in the Chronicles of a Hero series.

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“(got yelled at by mom to put my Nook away all week….*sigh*) It was that good.” 

Second Chances
Chronicles of a Hero Book 5

Fame. Fortune. Thrown into the City incinerator.

Wendell’s chance at the title was always a long shot.

Since then he’s been on TV, Radio and even has the attention of The Church.

Fact is, he’s more popular than ever.

So why are people trying to kill him?
(It’s the cheesy goatee, isn’t it.)

Second Chances is book 5 in Jaime Buckley’s Chronicles of a Hero series. Laugh, cheer and bite your nails as this epic fantasy takes you on a crazy ride, twisting down ramps and out a back window! 

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“You know you have found a great book when you want to slap the author and give the author a hug at the same time, when you take some of the plot turns personally.”  

The Truth About Lies
Chronicles of a Hero Book 6

Caught. Tortured. Scheduled for execution. Any Questions?.

Wendell and Dax are exposed and the gnomes of Clockwork City are freaking out. 

Are they spies? Is this an invasion? Was this all just a terror tactic to get gnomes to pay their taxes?

Now with Wendell under arrest and Dax under armed guard, it’s going to take a pardon from President Shrub to set them free.

Good thing Chuck’s planning to kidnap his kids.

The Truth About Lies is book six in the Chronicles of a Hero series by Jaime Buckley. The series that makes you laugh, squirm, grit your teeth and has you begging for more.

Make sure to grab yourself a copy!

“I loved this book because it takes a misfit who was never really liked or appreciated and it shows the beginning of the process of him unlocking his potential and becoming something greater than anyone would have imagined for such a small, insignificant person.”

The Price of Fame
Chronicles of a Hero Book 7

Honest Politicians. Humane Terrorists. Religious Devils.

Then it gets confusing…

Wendell’s learned that gnomes are just as irritating and dangerous as humans…they just come in smaller packaging.

Citizens are rebelling, the government’s collapsing, the Church is selling off the poor and Dax’s head on the chopping block.

All Chuck needs to get everyone home is a city wide diversion, a flying S.L.A.G., four lawyers, a hand grenade…and a tiny bit of string.

It feels good when a plan comes together!

The Price of Fame is book seven in the Chronicles of a Hero series by author Jaime Buckley. If you love a good laugh and incredible plot twists to keep you guessing, this book will curl your toes and put a smirk on your face!

“…packed with wild imaginations and inspirations. It’s a rarity that a YA book contains the combination of those three things but Wanted: Hero has them. Seriously, you don’t want to miss reading this book in your lifetime.”

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Jaime Buckley married young, winning the heart of a beautiful Samoan princess and together, they had 12 amazing children.

One of the original ‘lost boys’ of Peter Pan, Jaime never truly grew up. Though he is respected as a traditional father figure, he still enjoys late night conversations with Santa Clause, flirting with the Tooth Fairy and has an occasional beer with Bigfoot. Wizards and warriors seek his counsel while monsters tremble at the mention of his name.
An accomplished writer and illustrator of all things fictional, Jaime has a passion to entertain and uplift. He loves God, his country, his family and continues to expand his influence and friendships by stepping onto the Twitch platform as a Creative streamer. Jaime can always be found through Wanted Hero, his greatest project, and passion.

The High Elder, still standing in the near center of the room, bowed, keeping his hand
outstretched before him. “Dämä Omä, my brother,” he said softly, “I come with He who was
spoken of. We seek permission to enter.”
Squinting, Wendell couldn’t see anything. What is he doing….and WHO IS HE TALKING
TO?? Even in the glow of the High Elder’s staff, there was no one there!
Trouble was, Wendell could hear someone move.
…or something.
Whatever it was, it lurked in the shadows.
Wendell suddenly felt grateful the old man was in front of him. He resolved to not feel bad if
he had to leave his imaginary host in the dust to be eaten by the unknown to save his own skin.
Another growl.
Blast it! Gotta adjust to this blasted darkness! Closing his eyes, Wendell silently counted to five,
then slowly opened them once more. The light from the staff burned brighter, the shadows
fading somewhat, until he could make out the walls around him. There, now we can…
Then he saw it.
Well, sort of.
A warped shadow, swaying…just inside the tunnel.
For a moment, he wasn’t sure what he was looking at. In fact, Wendell wasn’t even sure he
was looking at anything—but there was a flicker. Focusing on a single spot within the darkness,
Wendell would catch a sudden blur of movement in his peripheral vision, but it would vanish as
soon as he tried to focus on it.
Again, there was a deep rumbling, as if from within the chest of…something huge.
Something close.
“Hold perfectly still,” warned the High Elder intensely, the softer, “Keep your head bowed.”
What is going on?! The self preservation personality whispered inside his head. How stupid
ARE you, Wendell? Run, you idiot. RUN! Leave this old loon behind and RUN AWAY!! But the
weighty apprehension of uncertainty glued Wendell’s shoes to the ground. Maybe I’m safer
behind the elder? If something tries to get me, I can always shove the old guy into my escape
path before I make a run for it. Pause. Not…like I can be guilty of murder in a dream, right?
Something in his gut compelled him to obey the High Elder.
This time.
Moving through the dust in front of them, a chilling scrape across the stone caused Wendell
to raise his eyes…just in time to see a massive paw mark, bigger than the whole of his chest,
press through the grey layer of dust.
…then another.
Only closer.
Wendell suddenly had a desperate need to pee.
The prints stopped directly in front of the High Elder, who then calmly…stepped aside.
Oh, no, you don’t!
Without lifting his head, Wendell slid one foot over and then another until he was behind
the High Elder again.
Wendell felt the rumble from the floor through his feet, causing his legs to quiver.
Surprised, the High Elder hissed, “What are you doing!?”
“It’s my dream,” Wendell hissed back, “and you’re expendable!”
The High Elder shifted once more.
Wendell followed suit—keeping the blue man as a meat shield in front of him.
The low growl seemed a little sharper, almost impatient, this time.
“Stop it!” the High Elder nearly shrieked. “You’ll anger him!”
Wendell shook his head, “Then stop moving!”
In one stunning motion, the High Elder spun, positioning himself directly behind Wendell
and pushing him forward, holding him firmly by the shoulders.
“Hey!…HEY!!” squeaked Wendell, struggling.

“Stay there!” the High Elder warned.
Wendell’s entire body convulsed in spasms as he heard…something coming closer. Why
doesn’t anybody around here LIKE me?
Scccraaaape. Scccraaaape. Scccraaaape. Scccraaaape.
Wendell could see another paw print appear just inches from his own shoes. Though he felt
like whimpering, he bit his own lip and simply trembled.
Like the sound of a dog sniffing an open hand, intermittent bursts of humid air hit Wendell
in the chest—leaving his hair and face feeling damp. Gritting his teeth, he turned his head to the
side, clenching his eyes tight and curling his toes within his shoes.
Please don’t eat me. Please don’t eat me. Please don’t eat me! AhhAHHHahhhh.
As he was being ‘sniffed’ it occurred to him that spending time with Dax might not be too
frightening at this point.
With a mild bump…which nearly knocked Wendell over…the huge prints retreated in the
Wendell gulped. Is…that it? He opened his eyes, watching the prints appear to the side of the
tunnel, where several small hanging oil lamps, dangling down its center, flickered to life.
See? That wasn’t so bad after all. I knew I could do it.
“Thank you, brother,” the High Elder smiled. “You have honored your covenant. We will keep
our end of the agreement. May peace reign with you until your path ends.”
Erupting in a deafening roar, the Key exploded with dust and cobwebs.
“What’s happening?!?” Wendell screamed, stumbling backwards against the wall.
The High Elder dashed to his side, raising an arm to shield his own face. “Prepare yourself!”

The Idea behind the Hero
I love getting questions, especially fan mail about WANTED:HERO the comic book…particularly
from children.
What seems to stump them (the children) is why write a story about a guy who can’t really do
Why Wendell P. Dipmier??
There is a great deal more to Wendell than meets the eye.
Not only am I referring to the storyline of the comic book, but in my thoughts and development
of the character. The ideas behind Wendell stem from many instances from my own personal
experiences. Situations Wendell finds himself in shadow similar situations I had to solve as a
Not that I had talking diamonds impaling themselves into my chest or that I was transported to
distant planets on the far reaches of the known Universe.
As a youth, I was the target of jokes and brutality, as many children are in school.
On the other hand, I was one of those rare few (at the time anyway) that the so-called ‘bullies’ of
the day would practice on ‘just because I was there’. That was what I was told many Friday
afternoons, when the recess guard would walk out of site, when I would walk home and was out
of view of the school, or even when the teacher left to talk with another student.
I was a target.
My personal experiences ranged from being hit and kicked, to being beaten with books, bags,
pipes, sticks, tree branches, bottles, chains, rocks and even the concrete itself (being thrown).
Now that would seem horrible enough, but I was chased and caught at least once a week and I
can count on a single hand how many times I ever faced a solo opponent.
At my age and with an extra 35+ years under my belt, that’s highly unlikely to happen again.
However, my point here is that I have had a great amount of experience with bullies.
I hate them.
I stand up to them.
I oppose them.
Wendell is a reflexion of the development I went through as I grew up and how I dealt with
people who sought to harm others for the sheer pleasure in doing so. Wendell was developed
as I was struggling to overcome specific mental limitations in my own life and in dealing with

violence and violent people.
What people don’t realize when they are faced with the possibility of having to defend
themselves, is that they don’t have to be ‘the very best’ to do it.
In fact, you don’t even have to be GOOD at defending yourself to defend yourself.
You just have to be good enough…and that is something we can all do.
There will always be someone faster, stronger, bigger and more experienced than yourself–but
you can always do something.
Even when the odds are against you, there is always something for you to do…even if that is
nothing more than waiting to see what life brings you on a silver platter to use.
That is Wendell P. Dipmier in a nutshell.
Stop by and start reading Chronicles of a Hero.
You might enjoy yourself.
A lot.

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Three amazing prizes!!!

#1)A one-of-a-kind full color HD character sketch from the books–of ANY character the winner wants, created in a live stream session and autographed to the winner by name. (a $300 value)

#2) a PDF copy of the first 5 unedited chapters of Chronicles of a Hero, Book 8: Howling Shadows
(scheduled to be released fall 2019)

#3) A digital copy of ‘An Unsolvable Problem’ (any format)–the Origin Story of Dax, one of the main characters of the Chronicles of a Hero story (not available for sale). 

Hell Bound Series Book Tour & Giveaway

A Vacation From Hell
The Hell Bound Series Book 1
by Kathy Dinisi
Genre: Horror, Thriller
Hell Bound is the first Novella in a post-apocalyptic series.
How far would you go to save your family?
Sam and Mathew finally get a chance to go on a train ride to the Grand Canyon– alone. Leaving their two kids back in California, they are excited for a weekend of rest.
When a zombie Apocalypse breaks out, the couple must try to fight their way back to California to see if their kids are still alive. In this harrowing story of love and survival in a world that is crumbling by death and destruction, we follow Sam and Mathew through their struggle to reunite with their children.
A World Apart
The Hell Bound Series Book 2
Mathew and Sam fought their way back home to where their kids were supposed to be waiting. Instead they find out they have already moved on with Sam’s parents to seek safety.
Now they are in a rush to be back with their kids, fighting hordes of flesh eating zombies ,gaining and losing friends along the way.
In a world full of death and destruction where the dead come to life and the living are just as bad as the dead, will Mathew and Sam find their kids before its too late or die trying?
Till Death Do Us Part
The Hell Bound Series Book 3
Sam and Mathew have come so far to receive the bad news that the safe haven is no longer safe. No one can tell them where their kids are. Trained soldiers have retreated, and all are too scared to fight against the raging zombies. A stranded Soldier offers them his help to find their family but will it be enough to fight all the obstacles in their way? Can Mathew and Sam survive their last journey?
The End is Near
The Hell Bound Series Book 4
Three years after the apocalypse Sam and her three kids continue their life in the safe haven. Well,as safe as they can be. The military is at a constant battle to keep the walls standing but the zombie herd just keeps growing stronger by each passing day and keeps finding their way into the compound that once protected everyone.
Supplies are running low, weapons are far and few. Now Sam must help a group of soldiers find weapons and food. Her journey continues with her fighting to save the only home she has left and the only family still living.
The End Is Near is the fourth book in the Hell Bound series but can be read as a standalone. To understand Sam’s story you may want to read the Hell Bound series from the beginning.
Kathy Dinisi is an award winning author,Amazon best seller, International best sellier. She is born and raised in Southern California where she currently resides with her husband and two kids. She usually spends her time watching Horror movies and reading a good old horror Novel. She enjoys crazy hikes to unknown places you usually cant find on a map, where she gets her crazy ideas.
Follow the tour HERE for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!