Archive for May, 2012


One day left

One day left to get your free copy of the first of the 3 Samsara Chronicle novellas. All books are priced at a buck except the last one. It’s 32,000 words so 2.99. Available now at Amazon.com for your Kindle. Eos, Nadir and Covenant, The Samsara Chronicles by Diana Kemp and Gabriella Bradley!!!

Blog tour starts June 1st at Pump Up Your Books. Enter now to win a Kindle and other prizes!!!

 

I’m not in the habit of commenting on a bad review. Bad reviews can be educational for the writer. However, one reviewer may give a book a bad review, another give it four or five stars. As in one person likes grapefruit and another does not, tastes in reading vary.

Book 1, Eos, of the Samsara Chronicles, got its first review on Amazon. I’m flabbergasted. Though the reviewer is complimentary about the writing and grammar, what he/she has to say about the story is what baffles me. Samsara Chronicles is serialized to make it affordable for Kindle readers. If the stories were compiled into two books, both books would be huge. The first story is almost 13,000 words. Small novella. The other stories are between 16000 and 22000 words, the last book is at 32000 words. The reviewer complains about the price. At eXtasy and Devine Destinies, all books between 16000 and 22000 words are priced at 3.99, but because this series is going up all at once, 11 out of the 14 stories will be priced at 2.99. I don’t think pricing them at 2.99 was that bad. The last one is 3.99. Had we published one every month, would the reviewer still have complained?

Okay, next–did the reviewer actually read book 1, absorb the paranormal aspects of it? Or did he/she merely skim over it. Reviewer says there are A FEW DOZEN SEX SCENES in it and ends in the woman having a baby. YIKES! I actually pulled up the story to check. There are TWO sex scenes, not overly explicit. There are a couple of lines that HINT at a third one later on, but only a hint. Where does the reviewer find a few dozen sex scenes? That many wouldn’t even fit into a 13000 word story.  The reviewer says there is no story. Mm, if you read it well, and again absorb what the author has written, you’ll see why the first story was necessary due to plot points in the continuing segments.

The reviewer apparently downloaded Nadir, book 2, but only read a little of it. SURPRISE… there is NO SEX in book 2. Had he/she read all of book 2, he/she would have seen the connection to the first story. Nadir is about 22,000 words, novella size.Certain elements that occur in Eos, make appearances throughout the series.

Baffled Gabby!!!!!

 

IT’S OUT and 2 are free

The Samsara Chronicles came out earlier than expected. Now available at Amazon.com, the first two books are free for a limited time!

Blending elements of futuristic, fantasy, science fiction and the paranormal with a touch of romance, the Samsara Chronicles explores the duality of good and evil set against two worlds, Earth and Nirvana.

5 Days to D Day

I’m getting excited! Five days and The Samsara Chronicles will go live at Kindle. They’re all uploaded, ready to go, all they need is a click of the ‘publish’ buttons, and bingo!

On June 1, be sure to visit PUMP UP YOUR BOOK to enter for a chance to win a Kindle Fire or a 50 dollar gift certificate.

You can read excerpts here, on my blog, and/or the short descriptions.

Here is the Blog Tour blurb:

Join Gabriella Bradley and Diana Kemp as they tour the blogosphere June 1 – August 31 2012 with their The Samsara Chronicles series! Diana and Gabriella have agreed to give away not only a Kindle Fire but also a $50 Gift Certificate (payable by Paypal) to the person who comments the most on their 3 month blog tour. If there is a tie, the winner will be chosen through Random.org. Also, the blog hosts can win money, too! The blogger who receives the most amount of comments (not counting their own or ours) will also win a $50 Gift Certificate (payable from Paypal). If you don’t have a Paypal account and would like to receive your gift certificate from Amazon, that can be arranged, too.  We are looking for reviews (review one or the whole set!) and book spotlights only (simple cut and paste).

Fantastic Review!

A NIGHT OWL REVIEWS BOOK REVIEW | Reviewed by: Angibabi4

The fourth installment of the Royal Vampires series was terrific. It picked up right where the third one left off. I have enjoyed every one of these books as they have come out and cannot wait for the next one.

We begin as Josh and Katrina get ready for their wedding. Both are excited and nervous at the prospect of their upcoming marriage, but they are also worried that Paul has something nasty waiting for them that will ruin the day. Both Josh and Katrina know that something is going to happen at the reception. Paul has teamed up with Pollurn, a particularly nasty and power hungry wizard.

The wedding ceremony goes off without a hitch and it’s on to the reception. Katrina is able to feel and disarm the hex on their wedding cake with no one the wiser. Both Katrina and Josh know this is only the beginning. Paul will stop at nothing to remove Josh from the throne. Can the combined powers of Josh and Katrina prevent Paul from following through with his plans? Only time will tell, so buckle up and enjoy the ride.

This is a not to miss series. 5 Stars!

This series is available at http://www.extasybooks.com, Amazon Kindle and various other online sellers.

EQUILIBRIUM

Equilibrium – Book 14 the final book of the Samsara Chronicles

Available on Kindle June 1

Aislinn and Dylan are held captive by the Klatrians. Vark wants the skull and vows nothing will stop him from gaining its power.

The royal pair’s next journey is to go back to Earth and help the Earthlings restore their planet. But now, the safety of two worlds hangs in the balance. Can they come up with a plan to escape?

EXCERPT:

Vark gazed at the huge ball of rainbow luminescence that approached. “What is that?” He found it unimaginable that such a delicate looking object could have traveled deep space, withstood the onslaught of meteorites and other celestial hazards. There had to be more to the ball than what they could see. He scrutinized it but saw no evidence of engines, of anything that could power it. For a fleeting moment, he was awed by a technology that seemed to surpass what had even once existed on Klatria.

An uneasy murmuring erupted from the entourage. Vark’s head swiveled to gaze through the transparent barrier. The object appeared as a luminous orb glowing with prismatic ribbons that glowed against an infinite starry background dominated by the looming glacier. Upon transmitting the landing coordinates to Nirvana, Vark had demanded to know the identity of the craft that would transport the princess. The information was provided, but even so, to watch it hovering toward him defied belief. Somewhere in the forgotten recesses of Vark’s mind, the sight reminded him of something that happened long ago after the seasonal deluges when the sky was drenched with moisture and the light of the sun created a vision in the sky—

The recollection vanished almost immediately, leaving him confused at why such an insignificant thought should trouble him at all. Turning to the guards, his voice emerged as a hoarse bark.

“Seize them,” he said, indicating the royals.

Bonerus rose his hand to strike one of the guards, but Samara grasped his arm. This will resolve nothing, she whispered in his mind. Do not threaten Alaya’s task now that she is almost here.

Rodorus moved to block the guards. “Soulmaster, this is quite unnecessary—”

Vark turned on him in a rage. “Enough! The hostages are to be kept under guard until the exchange of the skull.” He glared venomously at the royals, both of whom returned his gaze with infuriating coolness. “The time of pandering to these parasites draws to an end. The Nirvanan princess will do my bidding, and my bidding alone.”

Nexus

Nexus – Book 13 of the Samsara Chronicles

After Aislinn and Dylan participate in Shakan’s banishment to the Overlap, they prepare for their journey to Klatria to rescue Aislinn’s parents.

Certain that Shakan’s banishment to the Overlap has forever ended the tainted bloodline of Jhanvar, Aislinn and Dylan  prepare, with the help of Altithronus, emissary to the Antiquitas, for their journey to Klatria to rescue the royals.

 

EXCERPT:

 

Malendi merely smiled, though she could not quite suppress a shudder of excitement. For as long as she had known Janku, she had never glimpsed the gentle personality that Anelda claimed he once possessed. That something as lowly as a vegetable bar could create such changes was a miracle beyond any of their expectations. With a sense of pride she understood that her efforts, combined with those of Anelda’s and the resistance, would ultimately exonerate the evil unleashed by Vark in the name of Klatria.

She reached out and squeezed Janku’s hand. He virtually spasmed at the contact, but did not withdraw his hand. “Go now,” she said. “The others will be hungry. See that the bars are distributed among all.”

He nodded mutely and hurried down the corridor, a look of gratitude and fear in his eyes. As soon as he disappeared, Malendi returned to the nook and picked up a second basket. She paused to retrieve a half-eaten bar from beneath the cloth cover and ate it. While she chewed, her gaze roamed the rank, dripping tunnel. Near the intersection of a parallel tunnel, a misshapen milliped wriggled from a bubbling pit and scuttled off into a crevice in the adjacent rock. Suddenly, the glistening rock surface shimmied.

She gasped and pressed herself into the nook. The large serpentine shape immediately below the rock surface filled her with a gnawing sense of dread. A triangular head paused and swayed toward her direction. Fearful of the throwort’s keen sense of smell, Malendi breathed shallowly and forced herself to remain absolutely still. The effort soon fatigued her and it took a supreme effort to keep her body from shaking. She shut her eyes and willed the creature to move on.

Finally, the throwort wriggled away in the direction of the other tunnel. Exhausted, Malendi sagged against the rock. Her lungs burned with each gulping breath, her rubbery legs barely able to support her weight. To divert her mind from her physical discomfort, she envisioned the creature infiltrating Vark’s quarters. It would have been such a simple solution to the tyranny the surviving population endured, yet the man who had once called himself their leader seemed impervious to attack whereas so many others had died. So often did she question the justice in the apparent annihilation of her people that it had become a constant undercurrent in her mind.

Kindred

Kindred – Book 12 of the Samsara Chronicles

After Aislinn and Dylan witness Shakan’s confession regarding the abduction of the royals, he is sentenced to banishment in the Overlap.

Shakan’s sentencing to the Overlap for his betrayal of the royals and his collaboration with the Klatrians leads Aislinn and Dylan to finalize their plans to rescue her parents before the Fortieth Tribunal. In the meantime, the Klatrian resistance make their own plans in response to Aislinn and Dylan’s arrival.

Excerpt:

“Very well, Vark,” she said aloud. “My consort and I will deliver the skull. Indicate a rendezvous—upon our arrival you will release my parents and you will take us as hostages instead.”

Vark stared at Aislinn’s implacable expression. Normally he would not tolerate such insubordination from a woman, but Shakan’s betrayal had damaged his plans more than he dared admit. He needed the skull now, if not for the greater good of Klatria, then at the very least to ensure his own survival. His entourage was dwindling even faster than the general population. Despite the bravado he attempted to convey, he knew the demands on the elite to produce the ever-spiraling technology required not only to maintain their tenuous existence but to present an aggressive face to Nirvana, had exhausted them beyond their capabilities. Though the planet’s isolation gave them relative protection from the attention of other hostile races, it had also served to isolate them from any immediate source of assistance.

The thought broke off, confusing him. He shook his head against a brief sense of vertigo. Assistance? Why would he think of that? Conquest was his goal, not assistance. Yet somewhere in the depths of his rapidly fading memory emerged an image from a time when he lived in the light and the thought of such aggression was an alien one. He stared at his gloved hands as though seeing them for the first time. Suddenly he glimpsed a fleeting vision of…of some kind of instrument. But what was that glint of metal? Try as he might he could not put a name to the baffling object. Only the image of his ungloved, unmarred hands was clear, and the faint, taunting sound of music. Music? The concept seemed vaguely familiar, but he could not quite remember what it—

“Vark, is there a problem?”

Aislinn’s head cocked slightly at Janku’s question.

Janku’s sharply inquisitive voice banished Vark’s erratic thoughts. Suddenly aware of the Clan’s intense scrutiny, he uttered an impatient grunt and turned to Samara and Bonerus. Their calm demeanor rankled him, the clarity of their eyes indicating that the post-kansu effects had now completely worn off. Yet there was something else beneath their vaguely condescending gaze, a sense of mockery or veiled amusement. Though sorely tempted to strike them, to mark them in some way, he refrained. Without knowing the complete truth about their powers, he could not take the risk of incurring their anger. Later, once the princess was in his hands, he would find a way to dispose of them all.

“Your behavior from this point will determine the reception your daughter will receive,” he said, his voice lowered to a barely audible croak.” If there is even any hint of treachery, I will leave you in a golak cavern to be devoured and present your bones to her. Do you understand me?”

Entity

Entity – Book 11 of the Samsara Chronicles

Aislinn and Dylan face the Nirvanan traitor Shakan to rescue Aislinn’s sister and discover his link to Vark.

Faced with Shakan’s treachery, Aislinn and Dylan must capture him and rescue Nashira, Aislinn’s sister. Realizing that Shakan is both possessed by the spirit of a corrupt ancestor and is in league with Vark to betray Nirvana, they devise a plan to rescue Aislinn’s parents using alien technology obtained during Shakan’s capture.

EXCERPT:

 

Something moved in her peripheral vision. Waving Dylan back, she sidled toward the doors. Though the sensation of foreboding increased with each step, so did her confidence. Hollow laughter echoed from the depths, the perennial gloom in the house augmented by a heavily tinted windows and chaotic architectural design. Aislinn paused, sensing a strong and sudden presence.

“So you brought me the prize, as I knew you would,” Shakan said.

Aislinn turned and stared balefully at him. “I’ve brought you nothing but the justice you deserve.”

Standing amidst the shadows he laughed, the sound an unpleasant echo that only augmented the demonic cast to his face. His eyes, fixed on the skull, blazed with a peculiar intensity reminiscent of a rabid dog. Aislinn studied her adversary. Dressed in ceremonial garb, the archaic style was one she recalled seeing at the overlap. The glint of gemstones drew her attention to the hilt of the dagger. Shakan’s fingers absently caressed the weapon.

“You reek of blood,” she said.

“Better it should be yours,” he said, his hand a blur as he tossed the dagger at her.

Aislinn felt herself violently pushed out of the way, her feet gliding above the floor. The dagger whistled by harmlessly and embedded itself into the somber wood-paneled wall behind her. Whirling around, she confronted a charging Shakan, but the face did not belong to the man she had seen a moment ago. Contorted into a hate-filled mask, the features ran like melted wax merging those of Shakan and Jhanvar until a diabolical mutation ensued. Around him, a foul miasma formed and undulated toward her. Soupy tendrils oozed and contracted, the phantom images of hands forming into misshapen claws. From it bellowed an unearthly voice sounding more like the cry of an enraged animal. The air around her grew heavy, tainted by the reek of ozone and rotting flesh. Glass shattered from an unseen location. Infernal eyes bore into her, willing her into obeisance.

Shutting her eyes, she focused on a mental point of light that flared like a torch. At that moment, a solar brilliance erupted from the skull and flooded the room. The miasma recoiled with a terrible groan and funneled through the walls. Shakan gasped and shielded his eyes. Unaffected, Aislinn calmly regarded him. An unspeakable darkness whispered from his mind before it vanished behind an impenetrable wall. Though she sensed its taunt, somehow, she could not pursue it.

Mindflux…

The word materialized from another place. When she focused once more on Shakan, the wall relinquished slightly, allowing her glimpses of terrible, fleeting images moving through a dense fog. At once, she understood the nature of Shakan’s successful insinuation into the royal household, the mindflux undoubtedly a gift from Jhanvar. Against the royals there could not have been a more effective and simple defense.

Bloodline

Bloodline – Book 10 of the Samsara Chronicles

Intrigue and betrayal plague both Nirvana and Klatria, prompting Aislinn to call a tribunal of all Nirvanan nations to address the crisis.

While Vark, Soulmaster and corrupt ruler of Klatria, plots with the Nirvanan traitor to acquire the skull and kill the royals, insurrection grows from within the ranks of his own people. His intention to use Aislinn’s parents  as pawns to lure Aislinn to Klatria conceals his true intentions to destroy them all.

 

EXCERPT:

 

It is time…

Unobserved, he had taken his flyer and defied royal edict by traveling to the ruins. At first the castle seemed reluctant to admit him until he stepped inside and spoke. “It is I, Shakan, the son of the Many. I have come to do your bidding.”

Something unseen in the total darkness pressed against him, sniffed him and fluttered off to the sound of a keening wind. Attracted by a distant booming that reverberated through the stone floor, his attention was drawn to a heavy wooden door. The torchlight flickered like the eyes of a nocturnal animal, luring him toward a tiny glowing point embedded in the wood. And now…

More alone than he ever had been, the light abruptly stopped and hovered a short distance before him. He sensed rather than saw the catacomb beyond and carefully moved away from the stairs. As he was almost close enough to touch the eerie light, the walls began to tremble. Startled by the rumbling that shook the floor, he was about to turn back when something akin to a monstrous hand swatted his feet from beneath him. He collapsed to his knees, at the same time the light extinguished and he felt the pressure of hands around his neck.

Suddenly he emitted a bloodcurdling howl and violently threw his head back. His eyes rolled until only the whites showed, his lips uttering meaningless words. Though his body trembled, it was not from the cold. The muttering became a muffled scream until he abruptly silenced and his head dropped limply to his chest. His eyelids fluttered, closed, then half opened to regard the torch-lit main hall of the castle. No longer ruins, the fortress walls housed a bazaar attended by every tribe on Nirvana. Faces resembling his own mingled with the crowd, their finery a dazzling display of colors and fabrics set off with magnificent jewelry. Dark, fiery eyes turned toward him, voices became distinct, surfacing from the buzz of conversation and chorused in his mind.

Shakan, the time of reckoning is near. Will you fully embrace the mindflux as befitting the favored son?

A searing bolt of pain penetrated his skull. He gasped and dug his fingernails in his palms to offset the pain of the psychic assault. Mustering every reserve of willpower, he forced himself to keep a steady gaze on the apparition. Noble Janvhar, I have come as you instructed. I am your willing servant.