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 Review of Seaville By Jim Reilly Seaville features the Wells family who move to the south side of town and discover more than they bargained for. After a flu sweeps the area the townsfolk begin acting strangely. As the Wells family soon discover, their new neighbours are now alien hosts and they need the family's help. This was an interesting book that kept me glued to the page. The aliens were well written and it was good to read an alien novel that wasn't all about an invasion and them taking over the Earth. The story developed at a good pace introducing the main characters and only hinting to strange events at the beginning. I enjoyed it immensely and would definitely recommend it. Samantha Gregory Title: Seaville Author Name: Jim Reilly Author Bio: Jim Reilly is a new science fiction / fantasy novelist. He is a married father of four, born and raised in Long Island. After going back to college and finishing with an MBA, some of his professors gave accolades to his writing prowess. With that and encouragement from his wife, he wrote his first novel, Evolution. The success of Evolution has inspired Jim to continue his writing efforts and finish his next science fiction / fantasy novel, Seaville. From an early age, Jim always had a fascination with science, science fiction, and fantasy to a point that it became a passion of his. Now he enjoys putting that passion to paper. He has already penned his next book and is working on another. Author Links - sayvillebooks.com jimreillyscifi.wordpress.com https://twitter.com/JimReilly98 www.linkedin.com/in/jimreilly98 www.goodreads.com/author/show/6591359.Jim_Reilly Giveaway - details for your giveaway for readers that follow your tour, be specific. You may pick offer prize of more than one. (eg:Ebooks, paperbacks, Swag or gift cards) As for the giveaway, I’d be happy to provide signed copies. One question: Is it one giveaway that covers all the blogs or is it one giveaway per blog? If it is one giveaway for all the blogs visited, I could provide 3 signed copies. I could also do eBook version for the Kindle. Hosting Incentive: If offering an incentive (giveaway) for those that host your tour such as a gift card or free ecopy/paperback. I could do an eBook version for the Kindle (once I figure out how to do that) or a PDF version if they have another device. Pit Crew: Will you be offering a donation to our Street Team that will be helping promote your tour? (Ebook or signed copies are normal) I am not familiar with the Street Team. How many are there? I suppose I could do an eBook version for the Kindle or a PDF version if they have another device. Book Genre: Sci-Fi / Fantasy Publisher: Sayville Books Release Date: September 30th Buy Link(s): Book Description: When new neighbors, Mike and Ann Wells along with their children CJ and Patricia, move into the southern part of town along the Great South Bay of Long Island, they discover the true identity of their neighbors. Each of their new neighbors hosts a being from an alien race hiding from the cruelty of enslavement. This mysterious race needs the Wells family to help them navigate the complicated human experience while being concealed from a nosy but well-meaning old priest. But most of all, they must help them from being captured by a corrupt individual looking to make a profit off a race hoping to peacefully secure fuel to stay one step ahead of their former masters. As the town of Seaville erupts into chaos, Mike and Ann try to keep their new friends concealed and safe. However, time is running out as their former masters search the universe for their lost property and inch closer to Earth. Excerpt One (300-500 or so Words): Chapter 1 Toward the end then back to the beginning. As I sprinted out of my home heading to my neighbor’s house across the street to look for my daughter, I glanced toward town down the row of beautiful old Victorian homes on my block. On the church roof visible to most of the area, there was a man standing with his arms raised toward the south side of town. As I focused in a little, it looked like old Father McNeal, the priest who of late seemed to be out of touch in his waning years. He was wearing his Sunday Mass vestments and was standing on the highest point of the church. Still, as out of the ordinary as that was, it was the least odd sight I would see that early summer evening as dusk approached. When I reached my neighbor’s house, I ran around to the back just as town Police Officer Rothman sped through the neighborhood flashing his lights and sounding his siren as he headed in the direction of the Great South Bay. As relieved as I was that he went by without stopping, I was apprehensive and nervous about what was about to happen. Behind my neighbor’s house were old metal cellar doors, and after I opened them, I quickly went down into his basement where I found a large cabinet moved away from the cement wall showing an entrance to a tunnel burrowed deep into the ground. When I made my way through the passageway to the lower levels, I noticed that the sediment holding the underground water from pouring into the tunnels and cavities under this end of the town started slowly to disintegrate as planned and that meant time was running out. I ran through the extensive tunnels I had been through many times this past year, barely noticing the smell of rotting seafood that was so prevalent my first time in the tunnels. The maze was quite enormous, but I had an idea where to find my daughter. She was supposedly not too far away beneath Henry’s parent’s house. To get there, I needed to pass by the staging area where the craft was preparing to leave. Just as I reached the ship, I saw my neighbors, Ray Bannister and Earl Watson, run up to close the cargo hatch on the right side of the craft and lock it shut. It was then that we heard the banging and yelling coming from inside the ship. A voice behind the door was saying, “Ray, we negotiated! I came here in good faith and you lock us in a room? I will not stand for this! You better let me out, or I will crush you! You can’t do this to me! I demand you let me out at once! You’re making a big mistake!” Excerpt Two (500-800 or so Words): Chapter 1 Toward the end then back to the beginning. As I sprinted out of my home heading to my neighbor’s house across the street to look for my daughter, I glanced toward town down the row of beautiful old Victorian homes on my block. On the church roof visible to most of the area, there was a man standing with his arms raised toward the south side of town. As I focused in a little, it looked like old Father McNeal, the priest who of late seemed to be out of touch in his waning years. He was wearing his Sunday Mass vestments and was standing on the highest point of the church. Still, as out of the ordinary as that was, it was the least odd sight I would see that early summer evening as dusk approached. When I reached my neighbor’s house, I ran around to the back just as town Police Officer Rothman sped through the neighborhood flashing his lights and sounding his siren as he headed in the direction of the Great South Bay. As relieved as I was that he went by without stopping, I was apprehensive and nervous about what was about to happen. Behind my neighbor’s house were old metal cellar doors, and after I opened them, I quickly went down into his basement where I found a large cabinet moved away from the cement wall showing an entrance to a tunnel burrowed deep into the ground. When I made my way through the passageway to the lower levels, I noticed that the sediment holding the underground water from pouring into the tunnels and cavities under this end of the town started slowly to disintegrate as planned and that meant time was running out. I ran through the extensive tunnels I had been through many times this past year, barely noticing the smell of rotting seafood that was so prevalent my first time in the tunnels. The maze was quite enormous, but I had an idea where to find my daughter. She was supposedly not too far away beneath Henry’s parent’s house. To get there, I needed to pass by the staging area where the craft was preparing to leave. Just as I reached the ship, I saw my neighbors, Ray Bannister and Earl Watson, run up to close the cargo hatch on the right side of the craft and lock it shut. It was then that we heard the banging and yelling coming from inside the ship. A voice behind the door was saying, “Ray, we negotiated! I came here in good faith and you lock us in a room? I will not stand for this! You better let me out, or I will crush you! You can’t do this to me! I demand you let me out at once! You’re making a big mistake!” I knew that voice because it belonged to a conniving and powerful individual. He had more money than he knew what to do with and still craved more. Yet, as successful as he was and as wealthy as he was, he still liked to micromanage his subordinates and rule whomever he dealt with using fear. The voice paused, and then continued, “All right Ray, if you’re doing this to renegotiate our deal, good strategy. It’s what I would’ve done, if I were in your shoes. So I suspect you want a deal that is more profitable now that you have the upper hand. Come on now, open the door and let’s renegotiate.” As it would happen, this evening, instead of doling out fear, he would have fear run through his body. Because, behind that door, the powerful man and his two unscrupulous associates started to hear a strange sound entering the room from the rear of the dark cargo area. It sounded like fingers tapping on a table-- not just one, but hundreds. As it got closer and louder, an agitated man yelled, “What the hell are those?” The long legged spider-like creatures were making their way toward him and his henchman. We heard banging on the large metallic door. As we started to walk away, I, along with Ray and Earl could hear the screaming become louder. Then it faded. When we got around to the front of the ship, I turned to Ray and Earl as if to say goodbye, but it was hard to say goodbye to people I would still be seeing. However, knowing part of them would be gone forever gave me a sense of loss and I knew I would miss the part of them I had gotten close to. Unfortunately, this was not the time for long goodbyes; time was running out, and we knew it. Instead we just bowed our heads toward each other, and Ray and Earl headed into one direction toward the main entrance to the craft, while I turned to head through the tunnel maze toward Henry’s house.
Title: Spooky Sojourn
Publisher: Totally Bound Genre: Contemporary Erotic male-female contemporary paranormal romance Book Length: 50,000 words Official Blurb: Someone’s trying to kill Deanna, but is it the ghosts she doesn’t believe in, the rich socialite who might be a murderess, or someone else with a beef against The Gilroy Hotel and Resort that Deanna has just been hired to manage? The Gilroy’s owners want the ghosts, or whoever is causing the trouble at the hotel eliminated, and they are pressuring Deanna to do the job as quickly as possible. Harry DeVeaux, paranormal investigator comes highly recommended to do the job and against Deanna’s better judgment, she hires him. Although Deanna thinks Harry’s crazy for believing in ghosts and Harry thinks Deanna has a closed mind to the possibilities of ghosts and they highly annoy each other, sparks fly. Deanna can’t help but fantasize about Harry and inspired by a romance convention visiting her hotel, writes her fantasies in a private blog that Harry finds, hacks, and reads. Ooh la la! Excerpt: After a couple rounds about the area and unwilling to give up on her mission, she settled in with her computer. She couldn’t get Harry DeVeaux’s voice out of her mind. Not understanding her fixation, she wanted to purge him from her mind. She hadn’t had such a reaction to a man in ages, and never over just a voice. For Heaven’s sake, she hadn’t even seen the man. She had no idea how old he was, so he could be eighty and he could be three feet tall and have a face full of moles. However, she didn’t think so. His voice was too sensual, too sexy, even when he was clearly annoyed. Her sixth sense told her he was tall, dark handsome and around her age. Cheering and laughter rose from a nearby banquet hall, and she remembered the romance writers. She wondered how hard would it be to write a romance? It must be fun to live vicariously through a heroine, to make up a sexy hero and fall in love with him. Could she do it? And what about the sex scenes? Heat rose in her neck and bloomed into her cheeks. She was glad no one was around to see her. Unless the ghosts were watching… She had to laugh aloud at her derision. Of course, the ghosts weren’t watching, because there weren’t any such thing. But she was going to stay the night to prove their nonexistence. Another evening, she would hide video cameras around in case there were shy real people pulling pranks and in case they had rigged the hotel’s video cameras. Obsessed with the paranormal investigator, intrigued by the romance writers, she opened her computer. As if some force guided her fingers beyond her reckoning, she opened a free blog, made up the pseudonym Thomasina Deanngelo, and started writing her fantasy starring herself and Harry DeVeaux. Buy links: https://www.totallybound.com/spooky-sojourn Author Bio: Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, animals (especially cats), and playing on the computer. She's been told she has a wicked sense of humor and often incorporates humor and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories. How you can contact Ashley: [email protected] http://www.ashleyladd.blogspot.com https://www.facebook.com/ashleyladdauthor http://www.twitter.com/ashleyladd https://www.goodreads.com/AshleyLadd http://www.shelfari.com/search/books?Keywords=Ashley%20Ladd http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=ashley%20ladd&sprefix=ashle%2Caps&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Aashley%20ladd CONTEST! One lucky blog tour visitor for Spooky Sojourn will win a $20 Amazon gift certificate. Be sure to enter your email address so Ashley can contact you if you’re the winner. The contest will run until midnight October 31st.
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