Friday, May 15, 2020

RELEASE DAY & REVIEW: OMEGA RISING BY DOUGLAS S. PIERCE



Welcome back to the final week here at Black Words-White Pages!! We are so pleased to inform you that today is the day we have all been waiting for, RELEASE DAY and my review!!! Please make sure to pick up your copy of OMEGA RISING for 99 cents today!! This sale is only good until May 30 and then the price will go up!! So without further adieu, let's jump right on in!!!


OMEGA RISING
ORIGINS OF AGENT RUSTY BONES BOOK 1
DOUGLAS S. PIERCE
COVER ARTIST: REBECCA POOLE, DREAMS2MEDIA



“It’s going to be a wild one tonight.” I uttered those prophetic words on Halloween. The same night I died in the line of duty.

In life, I didn’t believe in magick, monsters, religion, or souls. Funny how waking up dead with my consciousness trapped in an amulet provided such clarity.

My name is Agent Rusty Bones, and this is my account of the rather dubious life-choices that landed me in the clutches of the ultra-secretive Omega Project. To solve my own death, I must now escape those holding my very essence in an iron-clad grip. But the clock is ticking. Can I bring my killer to justice before anyone else suffers my same fate?

Fans of dark humor and action-packed urban fantasy will love the undead adventures found in Omega Rising: Origins of Agent Rusty Bones Book One, by Douglas S. Pierce!

 99 CENTS





You know, this stuff just keeps getting weirder and weirder. -Rusty Bones

No truer words have ever been spoken!! This book reminds me of Frankenstein meets RoboCop and that's my summary of it in a nutshell without giving away any spoilers.

The characters were phenomenal!! Getting to meet and connect with the main character, Rusty, on a personal level was incredible. With his witty and sarcastic remarks to his bad ass skills, he made this book so very addicting and hard to put down. And I will add that Rusty does also have a caring and heartfelt side as well, which made me love him even more. There was a real connection with me and Rusty and I also loved meeting all his friends and enemies that he made throughout his journey.

The story-line was out of this world amazing!! Pierce has a wickedly weird imagination and really knows how to reel you in and keep you guessing, entertained and sitting on the edge of your seat from beginning to end. I was craving this book so bad that my NEED to read it was a must!! The way the author wrote this story was...dare I say....GENIUS!!! The author took this story to a whole new level of intrigue and interest for sure. This book has made it to my top five favorite reads for 2020!! I must say that I have never read anything like this book before in the ten years that I have been reading and reviewing books and I can't wait to join Rusty on some more of his adventures!! I highly recommend this read!!
 




ABOUT THE AUTHOR


Douglas S. Pierce is a son, husband, and father who lives in the Metro Detroit area with his wife Patricia (of more than 25 years), his daughter Kerry, two Shiba Inus (Suki and Akira), and a pair of black cats named Harley and Stella. He is a proud veteran of the United States military and a practicing pagan. Raised on weekly trips to libraries and bookstores, Doug has had a lifelong love affair with the kind of stories that inspire hope, kindness, and love. 


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RELEASE DAY BLITZ: Of the Blood by USA Today Bestselling Author, Cameo Renae



Of the Blood
Author: Cameo Renae
Genre: YA Dark Fantasy
Cover Designer: Jay Villalobos - Covers by Juan
Publication Date: May 15th, 2020
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR






Raised in a war-ravaged continent, temptation comes to Calla Caldwell in the form of a charming and mysterious stranger. Giving in to his intimate seduction, her world is forever changed by a single bite.

Calla quickly learns the handsome stranger is vampire prince, Trystan Vladu. His bite was an attempt to claim and save her from a plot of vengeance generations in the making. However, the claws of that ancient vendetta are scraping ever closer.

Thrust into a new nightmare by the Prince of the corrupt kingdom of Morbeth, Calla is captured, tortured, and starved in the dank confines of his dungeon. While in captivity, she takes part in a séance with a witch of light where she contacts a departed relative—a Princess of Incendia—who bequeaths a gift to Calla that will tip the scales of good and evil . . . if she can learn to harness it.

With a dark tapestry of secrets, lies, and murder unraveling around her, Calla must learn to embrace the power roiling through her veins, or be snuffed out by the strangling fist of a malevolent darkness.

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Cameo Renae, was born in San Francisco, raised in Maui, Hawaii, and now resides with her husband and children in Las Vegas.

She's a daydreamer, caffeine and peppermint addict, who loves to laugh, and loves to read to escape reality.

One of her greatest joys is creating fantasy worlds filled with adventure and romance and sharing it with others. It is the love of her family and amazing support of her fans that keeps her going.

One day she hopes to find her own magic wardrobe and ride away on her magical unicorn. Until then...she'll keep writing!

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Saturday, May 9, 2020

EXCERPT: OMEGA RISING BY DOUGLAS S. PIERCE



Welcome back to Black Words-White Pages and this week, we are getting a sneak peek at an excerpt from Douglas S. Pierce's release, OMEGA RISING. The release for this book is on May 15, 2020 but not to worry, you can pre-order it now and won't have to worry!! It will be sent directly to your kindle of release day!! So without further adieu, let's check out the excerpt!!!

OMEGA RISING
ORIGINS OF AGENT RUSTY BONES BOOK 1
DOUGLAS S. PIERCE
COVER ARTIST: REBECCA POOLE, DREAMS2MEDIA



BLURB

“It’s going to be a wild one tonight.” I uttered those prophetic words on Halloween. The same night I died in the line of duty.


In life, I didn’t believe in magick, monsters, religion, or souls. Funny how waking up dead with my consciousness trapped in an amulet provided such clarity.

My name is Agent Rusty Bones, and this is my account of the rather dubious life-choices that landed me in the clutches of the ultra-secretive Omega Project. To solve my own death, I must now escape those holding my very essence in an iron-clad grip. But the clock is ticking. Can I bring my killer to justice before anyone else suffers my same fate?

Fans of dark humor and action-packed urban fantasy will love the undead adventures found in Omega Rising: Origins of Agent Rusty Bones Book One, by Douglas S. Pierce!





EXCERPT

“Working on Halloween sucks. I cant wait until I get enough seniority to get this night off.”
Yeah, Morgan, itll be a few years before your rookie ass will get there.” I looked at the taller man as he studied the duty roster for the night. But I can tell you one thing for sure.”
Whats that, Smitty?”
Its going to be a wild one tonight.” 
What makes you think that?” Morgan turned towards me.
Its Halloween. It’s a Friday night.” I shrugged my shoulders and slipped past him on my way into the dingy little closet-like space we called a lunch room. And I heard something on the radio on my way in about a rash of robberies over in Detroit. Ive just got this feeling that somethings coming our way tonight.” I eased down onto a creaky metal folding chair and pulled my right leg up so that I could start lacing up my boot.
Damn, I sure hope so. Its about time I found some excitement in this job,” Morgan said. He remained standing, looming over me like a skeletal giant.
Be careful what you wish for there, Rook,” I snorted. Youll get enough action on this job without wishing for it, trust me.”
You crusty old vets are all the same, hoping for a quiet shift spent at the donut shop.” He ran his right hand through his dark, oiled curls. Man, if I could only get on the Tactical Ops team like you, I wouldnt need to hope for some action.” He paused for a moment and shot me a look. Hey, why are you even working tonight anyway? I thought you old guys booked off shifts like this?”
Since the divorce, Ive got nothing better to do,” I muttered, dropping my right leg down, and pulled the left one up to work on those laces. Sitting back in the chair, I interlaced my fingers behind my head and closed my eyes. So, I might as well babysit the likes of you. It keeps me from thinking about other shit.” I kicked my feet up on a second chair and leaned even further back. Hey, be a good rookie and wake me up for roll call.”
Yeah, sure thing, hoss. It looks like youve got about fifteen minutes.” His shadow passed over my eyelids as he sauntered off.
I waited until his footsteps faded away before opening my eyes again. I didnt much like the kid and didnt want to answer any more questions. Not tonight, anyway.
As the ancient Coke machine gurgled back into action behind me, I surveyed the small, cramped room. It was dominated by two oblong Formica tables sitting in the center that bore the scars and stains of more than twenty years of hard use. Six mismatched folding chairs were shoved haphazardly around each table, while another half-dozen lay strewn about as if to make an obstacle course of the place.
Along the far wall, a large cork pegboard hung over the small condiments table. It was covered by an assortment of unread safety bulletins and three stacks of yellowed and dog-eared ‘Wanted’ posters that were more fun to read than the dry technical bulletins.
The sharp tang of freshly-burnt coffee overlaid the older, staler odors of gun oil and boot polish, meaning that Sergeant Mason was pulling desk duty tonight. That man hadnt made a good pot of coffee in the twelve years that Id known him. The coffee maker uttered a wet belch of agreement with my assessment and hissed as yet another drop of the acrid mixture slid onto the hot plate beneath the overflowing pot.
I dropped my hands down to cover the small bulge of my gut, buried my chin in my chest, and tried not to think about how much I missed spending time with Kenny and Jasmine.
I drifted into a fitful sleep.
***
Daddy, Daddy!” Jasmine ran towards me from the corner bus stop, her pig tails flopping and her shoes scuffing the pavement.
Yeah, baby girl?” I turned in time to catch and twirl her in the air like a helicopter.
All the kids at school,” she said in a breathless rush, are talking about our house and how SCARY we made it! Mrs. Thompson even mentioned it in class today!” She giggled when I swung her around again before putting her down.
Awesome, Jazzy!” I gave her a gentle chuck under the chin. We did an amazing job this year, dont you think? I loved your idea of having that witch coming out of your bedroom window. That was a great choice, Jazz.” She beamed.
We both turned to face the ghoulish menagerie of death and doom that covered our front yard and admired the results.
From top to bottom and side to side, the Smith homestead was one wicked Halloween set piece. The front yard fence was dressed up to look like the wrought iron fencing of those old-time cemeteries, while every available square foot of grass was packed with the headstones of both famous and infamous characters. One gravestone was marked by its tilt and the wax hands reaching out of the soil as a zombie sought to escape its earthly prison. Another decaying corpse hung from the large maple tree in the front corner of the yard. It was being pecked at by a battery-operated raven that had an eye dangling from its beak. Ghouls, ghosts, and mummies of all kinds peeked out from behind every conceivable hiding place. A giant spider dangled from a massive web strung between the garage and the flag pole. Piles of skulls and other bones lay scattered everywhere.
Every window but one in the front of the house was boarded up, giving the impression that the place had been condemned. The lone exception was Jasmines second-story window where a green-faced and scary-looking witch was positioned to appear as if she were emerging to look for her next fiendish meal. A headless corpse was strewn on the low part of the front roof, as if he had been carelessly dumped from above.
The garage, however, was my pride and joy. The normal backdrop of hanging hand tools and lawn equipment was covered by a painted screen that gave the appearance of an evil laboratory. The scene was further set by a moving Frankenstein body laid out on a metal table that would sit up every few minutes, groan loudly, and then settle back down with a sigh. A mechanical piano pounded out spooky music. A dry ice machine sputtered and spilled out a roiling fog that immediately sank to the floor and drifted out into the driveway.
I felt a small hand tugging on my elbow. I dropped my calloused hand down and squeezed her tiny, warm hand in mine.
I love Halloween best of all, Daddy,” she said in a happy voice. It feels like our own special holiday.”
***
I jolted awake. One of my legs had slipped off of the chair where I had propped it up. I blinked, wiped the drool from my chin, and tried to get my bearings.
The sharp tang of the burnt coffee and the subtler smell of stale gun oil brought me back to the moment.
I sat up and checked the clock. 
7:55. 
Damn. Muster began five minutes ago!
Standing up, I stretched my arms and back before stumbling over to the Coke machine. I threw a quick glance back to make sure no one else was watching before I balled up my fist and gave the thing a sharp whack in the sweet spot. The satisfying thud of an almost cold can of Diet Coke landing in the dispenser was almost as much of a reward as the drink itself.
I’m already late, so I may as well enjoy this.
I popped the lid on the can and sauntered down the hall towards the motor pool garage where Sergeant Mason held his musters, even in the dead of winter. The heels of my boots echoed on the linoleum of the empty hall. Pausing before the gray steel door that opened into the garage, I sipped my pop and listened to the muffled voice of Sergeant Mason already briefing the rest of the shift.
Bracing myself for the shit storm I was about to face, I took another swig from the can and stepped through into the bright lights and chilled air of the garage. 




 ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Douglas S. Pierce is a son, husband, and father who lives in the Metro Detroit area with his wife Patricia (of more than 25 years), his daughter Kerry, two Shiba Inus (Suki and Akira), and a pair of black cats named Harley and Stella. He is a proud veteran of the United States military and a practicing pagan. Raised on weekly trips to libraries and bookstores, Doug has had a lifelong love affair with the kind of stories that inspire hope, kindness, and love.

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