Buzzing Blast: Evolution: The Revelation by Jim Reilly #Giveaway

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Title: Evolution: The Revelation

Author: Jim Reilly

Published: February 28th, 2016

Publisher: Sayville Books

Genre: Science Fiction, Fantasy, Religion


The Revelation is Jim Reilly’s follow-up to his science fiction novel, Evolution. In The Revelation cloaked Ancient Visitors plan man’s future enslavement for a menacing purpose. Two groups, one in the present and one a thousand years in the future, investigate a conspiracy thousands of years in the making. In the present, Jennifer and David Cho’s son Cameron’s investigation uncovers a plot to continue what Bishop Terapion started. In the future, Steven Moran and his team combat the mysterious Prince and the Ancient Visitor armada heading for Earth.

The present and future look at scripture for clues as they learn the battle is bigger than all of them. Religion and science are once again at the forefront and must work together to overcome the Ancient Visitors. Not only are the people of Earth in peril, but the whole universe is in jeopardy of eradication from existence. The present and the future discover shrouded secrets full of mystery needed to be solved to save mankind, but will it be too late?

The Revelation explores mankind’s resolve to fight for its future. Will mankind’s fight be successful or will the Ancient Visitors succeed in enslaving mankind to supplement their army used for a battle for the heavens? Jim Reilly’s Evolution explored mankind’s roots. The Revelation explores where we are going from here.

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Jim Reilly

Jim Reilly is the author of science fiction and fantasy novels, Evolution and Seaville. He is a married father of four, born and raised in Long Island. From an early age, Jim always had a fascination with science, religion, and science fiction. He now enjoys leveraging those interests to develop fascinating and unique stories.

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31st Century.

“Thirty survivors?” asked Steven Moran. “It can’t be! There were only twenty-nine of us!”

He quickly jumped up out of his sickbay bed and grabbed the Super Homo sapiens nurse by the arm, “Can I see the list of survivors? Please, it’s important.”

The enhanced woman waved her hand and a virtual reality image illuminated the list of survivors.

The former Kansas wrestler with Midwestern rugged farm boy features and an impressive muscular physique, even for an enhanced Super Homo sapiens, viewed the list and asked, “Are all of them out of the sleeping pods?”

“Yes…” she replied, with wonder in her voice about his motives.

“That name there, Walter Sikes. He survived?”

“Yes, he’s resting comfortably on a lower deck two floors down.”

“Show me where I can find him?”

She showed him a diagram of the tremendous spacecraft traveling a great distance from Earth. “Why do you want to know about him?”

He dashed out of the ship’s sickbay room without looking back. “Because he died on the mission and shouldn’t be here.”

The nurse sounded the alarm, but Steven was already halfway down the hallway grabbing an orderly to take him on the lift system to get to the right floor and Walter Sikes’ room.

As the lift took him two floors below, a hologram of the ship’s captain, Commander Christine Carroll was projected in front of Steven. “I understand we may have a stowaway?”

“That’s right,” he responded, “I personally witnessed Walter being killed in the initial battle aboard the alien craft. He was cut down by the mysterious entity ruling the Ancient Visitors, aliens or whatever they were. I helped set every one of the survivors in the sleeping pods when we escaped the Ancient Visitors ship’s destruction. I can, without any doubt, say that Walter was not one of them. Whoever that is, it isn’t Walter Sikes.”

“Well then, we’ll need to talk to Mr. Sikes,” said Commander Christine Carroll, an old by-the-book veteran leader, as she mentally linked the conversation to her security detail. “Please apprehend Walter Sikes for questioning and use extreme caution.”

When Steven reached Walter’s sickbay room, he and the arriving security detail found a pair of unconscious nurses lying on the floor next to the recovery bed.

The leader of the security detail tapped his earpiece linked to his mind and the hologram of the ship’s captain reappeared. “The target is not here and is on the run. He is also not showing up on our sensors.”

As security personnel attended the fallen nurses, Steven looked around at the empty sickbay room. He detected the holographic screens that were used to scan patients. “How would he escape the ship?”

Without answering Steven, the Captain ordered, “All security personnel report to the transport docking bay immediately.” Images of Walter Sikes began showing in every corner of the ship.

When Steven and the security detail arrived at the docking bay, they were met by the Captain in person who ordered the door of the docking bay to be opened. When the door wouldn’t open as requested, she ran to the large window looking into the bay. Many of her personnel were scattered along the floor, at the very least, unconscious. It was then that one of the transports powered up and fled the docking bay into space. Without the interior pressure, the transport glided up and out of the docking bay into space. The various unconscious bodies began floating up and out following the transport as the docking bay’s atmosphere was sucked into the darkness of space. Seconds later the wide metal doors shut; the Captain mentally initiated the containment field.

Steven, in all the confusion going on, wondered out loud, “We shouldn’t have come back. Look what we did. We brought one back, and it may be the worst of them all.”

Hearing Steven’s words, the Captain responded, “We’ve had to deal with them in the past, our ancient ancestors had been changed by them. Then there was Bishop Terapion during the Followers of Divinity conflict. It didn’t stop there as there were others.”

Steven ran his hands over his face and through his hair then said, “There were others?”

As the Captain tracked the ship heading toward Earth on the computer in her mind, she ordered the helmsmen to set a course to intercept and then alerted her communication officer to warn Earth Command. She then looked at Steven and repeated, “Yes, there were others…”


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Buzzing Blitz: Wickedly They Dream by Cathrina Constantine #Giveaway

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Wickedly They Dream

Title: Wickedly They Dream

Series: The Wickedly Series, Book 2

Author: Cathrina Constantine

Published: Feb. 20th, 2016

Publisher: Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing

Genre: YA Fantasy

Age Recommendation: 14+


Evil never rests.

Jordan hoped her life would change after the fiery death of the devious sorcerer, Asa Trebane. She was wrong. The Black Order of the Cult is gearing up to select a new Supreme Leader, and Lucifer will be judge and jury.

The aberrant half-breeds scheme to impregnate an influential psychic to create a prodigious creature with exceptional powers to overthrow the Order. After her mom, Seeley, is possessed with an exponential curse, even the priests can’t find a solution to defeat the evil that is devouring her. Jordan is sick of delaying the inevitable and takes matters into her own hands. She must dig deeper into the Satanic realm and guardedly joins forces with an old friend and a wicked witch. Against Markus’s direct orders, Jordan offers herself, body and soul in a blood covenant to rescue Seeley from the clutches of hell.

Jordan knows her guardian angel will not leave her to fight alone. The formidable Markus always has her back. But a circumstance beyond her control drives her angel away. There’s trouble in paradise, and Markus has been reassigned.

Can Jordan defeat her internal and external demons to win him back? Or, this time, is he gone for good?

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Cathrina Constantine

Cathrina resides in Western New York with her husband and five grown children. She has a penchant for too much coffee and chocolate. When not with her family or stationed at the computer, you’ll find her walking in the forest with her dog conjuring up a new tale.

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Slammed onto the altar with no regard for how much pain it caused her, Jordan’s arms and legs were spread and tied. She immediately searched for traces of awareness in her mom’s face. Even in the dimness, she spied a slash of blue peeping from Seeley’s half-closed lids. A cloaked person, appearing more like the grim reaper, breezed to the altar. The figure shoved Seeley aside and bowed over Jordan.

Shadowed by the figure, Jordan squinted, attempting to recognize him. Peering into the hooded black abyss, a bone-searing weakness overcame her, as if the thing was draining the life out of her body. Her heart revved to a phenomenal rate, like a Ferris wheel gone haywire. Then the pain came. She moaned. Her insides twisted like a rag mop. The grim reaper drew his cloaked arm over her. She recoiled as skeletal fingers splayed within inches of her heart.


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Buzzing Book: The Healing Frequency by Jiulio Consiglio #Giveaway

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Healing Frequency

Title: The Healing Frequency
Author: Jiulio Consiglio
Published: January 5, 2016
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Genre: Spiritual Non-Fiction
Age Recommendation: 17+


Pain, Depression, Loss…

In the fall of 2005 the life of dental health care educator Jiulio Consiglio dramatically changed course after he awakened to the frequency and experience of inner stillness. In The Healing Frequency, Consiglio recalls the adversities he has faced such as years of intense anxiety, the death of a brother, a failed marriage and his own cancer diagnosis that ultimately led him to a shift-a miraculous shift in consciousness. Feeling his life was heading into a bottomless downward spiral, nothing could have prepared him for what the Universe had in store for him.

In this powerful and answer-filled guide to enlightenment, spiritual teacher Jiulio Consiglio offers his experience of personal suffering which created the perfect condition for him to make the quantum leap into enlightenment. After failing to find answers in the world around him, the author at the age of 33 surrendered and experienced an unimaginable and life changing awakening-the activation of the third eye.

In this book he shares the timeless wisdom of the soul and demonstrates the power, wisdom and clarity that lies dormant within all of us. As Jiulio contends, we all have the potential and ability to heal ourselves through inner transformation. Through the frequency of inner stillness he reveals that there is more to us than the thinking mind; a greater part to us, a vastness that has the ability to heal us from the separation from our Source and each other.

A timely written book as more and more people search for answers; The Healing Frequency offers you a simple invitation-an invite into the knowing of inner stillness.

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Jiulio Consiglio

Jiulio Consiglio is a former dental health educator turned spiritual writer and teacher. Following several personal adversities, Consiglio, at the age of thirtythree, experienced an unfathomable and life-altering spiritual transformation that resulted in the transcendence of the conditioned mind. His writings and teachings focus on the transformative power of inner stillness and the mind-body connection. His message is unadorned and to the point: there is life beyond fear and incessant thinking, and it is found in the dimension of inner stillness. Jiulio currently offers his consciousness-based teachings to individuals and groups. He lives in Southern Ontario, Canada.

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“Everyone wants to be happy, but authentic happiness has nothing to do with your station in life, the money you have, or the things you own. Happiness, the kind that conscious beings can call forth at will, is based on nothing outside of yourself. This happiness is founded in certainty, in peace, in inner stillness.”

“If you truly value something, you will automatically have a great appreciation for it. What value can you place on knowing and remembering your authentic self?

“When you are centered in your consciousness and aligned with stillness, there is no reaction that can withstand the power of unconditional love. No fear can long survive it. No anger can stand up to it. And no darkness can remain present in this space because the One who stands there for you is your highest self, God.”


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Buzzing Book: City of Angels & Discontent by Sean Overman #Giveaway

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Title: City of Angels and Discontent

Author: Sean Overman

Published: November 4th, 2015

Genre: Romance

Content Warning: Some sexual content

Age Recommendation: 18+


Colin remembers the words that sent his life spiraling into darkness. “Do you understand what you did? You just hit me!” What is a man to do when he experiences domestic violence? What kind of man does he become? See him heart broken, break hearts and figure out what the hell gives his life meaning in City of Angels and Discontent.


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Sean Overman

Sean Overman is from Northern, CA. He graduated from San Benito High School and attended Gavilan Community College. He transferred to Cal State Los Angeles and graduated with his Bachelor’s Degree. He worked for 10 years at a non-profit agency, teaching life skills to foster and probation youth, then managing a staff of 26 specialists. When he’s not writing, he hosts podcasts / YouTube videos for and produces segments for the after shows.

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June 7th, 1991, Hollister, CA. It was a sad day when Colin’s father died. Colin had no idea what occurred. He didn’t even hear his mom scream, cry or moan. If he did, it was blocked out of his memory. The traumatic event was covered up like a well-gauzed gunshot wound. Colin’s mother went off and followed the ambulance to the hospital, but he didn’t see her leave. Instead, Colin was left there with his two sisters, watching Peter Pan in the living room with the big tube. They must’ve watched it four times before she came back home. When his mom returned, Colin was still sitting in his father’s lazy boy, reclined, covered in his lion and cheetah comforter, wearing nothing but undies. He had no idea what happened and Mom didn’t say one thing to him or his sisters.

The following week was the funeral. On the main street of their little town of 25,000 people, Colin and his mom entered the funeral home. The stone columns on the outside and big black marble sign indicated they arrived. This was the last place Colin saw his father in the flesh. Colin stared at the body and didn’t cry. He was fascinated with the soulless doll of his father.

Father. His dad hated when little Colin called him that.

“There is only one father,” Colin’s dad had said to Colin the previous year. “Don’t you dare call me that. Call me Dad.”


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Buzzing Blitz: The Cure by Tania Hagan #Giveaway

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The Cure

Title: The Cure

Author: Tania Hagan

Published: February 16th, 2016

Publisher: Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing

Genre: YA Dystopian

Content Warning: Mild violence, romantic scenes, mild foul language


Eighteen-year-old Genesis Weatherby is a clone of a long-dead silent-screen star. In order to eradicate cancer, GOD–the Genetic Operations Division–only allows procreation by way of the code-regeneration system. All of her life, Genny has learned “Original” births are the greatest threat to the cancer-free world. But, what happens when dashing British newcomer, Nat Wilkinson, steps into her perfect life, and overturns everything she ever believed?

Buoyed by their love for each other, as well as by their mutual distrust of GOD, Nat and Genny hatch a dangerous plan to change the system, one child at a time.

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Tania Hagan has been a writer most of her adult life. The Cure is her first work of fiction. Tania resides in Chicago with her husband, her daughter, and her three dogs.

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That night, I was no longer Genny Weatherby. She was dead. At least, she might as well have been dead. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember who I was now supposed to be. I had used her name like it was my own earlier in the day. I had thrown it out there, and I’d owned it. But, at the moment, it escaped me. I knew it didn’t really matter. Whoever she was, she looked just like me. Everyone on that list looked just like me.

I made a halfhearted attempt to pull her name into my head as I crouched behind the stack of alfalfa bales. The storage shed, which was little more than a roof supported by eight tall metal posts, provided little shelter for me.

I knew I was not out in the open, so I couldn’t be discovered. Despite the imperfect nature of my hiding place, at least I was hidden.

I tried to relax a bit since I had already been there for half an hour. He’d told me to stay in the car, but I’d felt trapped. Plus, if anyone came looking for us, the first place they would look would be the car. That was my logic.

My ankles were swollen. My stomach ached, and the sweet, fresh-cut grass smell permeating from the alfalfa only accentuated the problem. At any other time in my life, I would have welcomed the scent, but not now.

My long red hair was pulled into a tight pony-tail. I loosened the band a bit, and pulled a few of the tighter strands out, in order to alleviate some of the pounding in my head. Along with the hair, I also released some of the familiar cherry-almond scent from my shampoo. I didn’t remember how long it had been since I’d last washed my hair, but, apparently, the sweet odor outlasted the cleanliness. Even that pleasant scent turned my stomach.

We hadn’t eaten all day. We’d left our last bag of supplies on top of our car when we’d taken off in a hurry the night before. It was my fault. I knew better than to pull out the entire bag just for one meal. But, I had thought we would have plenty of time to repack before we had to flee.

I had the old-fashioned rifle by my side. Of course, I didn’t know how to use it. The impromptu training I had gone through a couple of days before had done nothing for my confidence, let alone my skill. But, it made him feel better knowing I had a way to protect myself if we were ever separated like we were now.

I yawned, and I allowed myself to lean back a bit onto the itchy bale behind me. I was so tired. I never knew I could be so tired. I had only been able to steal maybe four hours of sleep since yesterday morning.

The stars in the clear Nevada sky glistened above my head. Somewhere in the distance, a coyote howled into the night.

I propped my growing ankles up on another bale, hoping they would eventually deflate. I was wearing my mom’s expensive hiking boots. Even if my own, cheaper shoes had still fit me comfortably, they would not have made it through this journey. As I sunk further into the hay, my back thanked me for the relief, and I edged slowly towards sleep.

A year ago, this would have been the last place I’d thought I would be. I was supposed to be getting ready to start college. I had been accepted to the University of Kansas, and I’d planned to have all of my supplies, including bedding and decorations for my dorm, ready by the end of August. School would be starting in the middle of September. I was going to follow in my sister’s footsteps by majoring in Political Science, and entering the pre-law program. There was no chance of that happening now.

Almost everything I had ever learned about the world was a lie. So many things I’d believed were good, now appeared to be nothing short of evil.

They had eradicated cancer, but at what price? I was still reeling from the information we’d recently heard. It had overturned everything I knew.

As part of our curriculum since Kindergarten, we’d learned all about how The Cure had come into being. While we were allowed some degree of laziness in subjects such as Math, and Language, US History was drilled into our brains from the time we could read.

Eliminating cancer topped the list of important accomplishments in World History as well. No event, anywhere, at any time, even came close to the importance of The Cure. Except for a few fluke cancer-cases here and there, no one dreaded the beast in quite the same way our ancestors had.

I thought of my little brother and sister. They were two of the lights of my life, as was my whole family. Now, I wondered if they were safe at all…


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Buzzing Book: Fake It by Victoria Kinnaird #Interview #Giveaway

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Fake It

Title: Fake It

Series: The Keswick Chronicles Book 1

Author: Victoria Kinnaird

Published: January 23rd, 2016

Publisher: Encompass Ink Teen

Genre: YA Contemporary Romance

Content Warning: Minor adult language

Age Recommendation: 14+


Jack Daveyson grew up with a guitar in his hands and his head full of melodies. Ten years after writing his first riff, he knows exactly what he wants to do with his life – graduate high school, escape Wayville and hit the road with his band, Forever Fading Echoes.

But it’s a bit hard to launch a band without a singer. Enter JJ Keswick.

JJ is everything Jack isn’t: rich, confident and popular. He also happens to be one of the best singers Jack has ever heard.

Jack reluctantly lets JJ into his band and into his life. The spark between them in the practice studio grows into something neither of them were expecting – a love that threatens to tear their lives apart.

International bestselling author Victoria Kinnaird is proud to introduce you to The Keswick Chronicles, a YA rock’n’roll romance.

Pack your guitar, pull on your band tee shirt and turn up the volume – it’s time to meet your new favourite band.

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Vicki Kinnaird

Victoria Kinnaird is 28 years old and lives in Glasgow, Scotland. She graduated from the University of Strathclyde in 2009 with a Bachelor of the Arts degree in Journalism, Creative Writing and English Lit. Victoria has been writing since she was 15 years old. She loves rock music, and 11 of her tattoos are related to bands that she loves!

Victoria’s debut novel “The Red Sun Rises” was released in September 2013 by Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing. The groundbreaking novel, which was praised for featuring an all male teen love triangle, became an Amazon international bestseller on release day. The couple at the heart of the story, Eren and Corbijn, were nominated for the Young Adult and Teen Reader’s Book Couple of the Year award in 2013 and were the only gay couple to be featured.

“The Red Sun Rises” was the first book in The Red Sun Rises Trilogy. The second book in the series, “The Red Sun Rises: Fire and Ash” was released in March 2014 and went on to win The Kindle Hub’s Best YA LGBT Book award in 2014. “(Birth) Day of the Dead” a standalone novella from The Red Sun Rises universe, was released on November 1st 2014.

The last book in the series, “The Red Sun Rises: Seven Letters” was released by Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing in March 2015. The book went on to become an international bestseller, hitting #1 on Amazon UK’s YA LGBT chart on release day.

Victoria’s next release will be “Fake It”, a YA rock and roll romance and the first book in a new series called “The Keswick Chronicles”.

The characters from “Fake It” made their first appearance in “The One and Only”, a short story featured in Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly’s Fractured Fairy Tales Anthology. The anthology was released on December 3rd, 2014. “Fake It” will be released on January 23rd 2016.

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Describe your relationship with a good book.

When I’m in love with something – a book, a film, an album – I obsess over it. I learn all sorts of useless trivia, I buy merchandise related to it, I recommend it to everyone and I find myself thinking about it at random times throughout the day.

When did you first start writing and what was the first thing that you wrote that you were proud of?

I started writing properly when I was 15. I went on to write a novella length, dystopian YA novel about a deadly disease (this was back in 2002, so dystopian YA wasn’t as trendy as it is now!) that I was really proud of. I might still go back to it one day, if cringing my way through it doesn’t kill me!

Please describe your work ethic as an author.

Saying I have a work ethic as an author would be pretty generous! I’m either super dedicated to my writing, or super distracted, there isn’t really a middle ground. When I’m focused on my writing, I work really fast – but finding the focus is difficult!

How do you balance your work as an author with the other aspects of your life?

It’s a real struggle, sometimes. I work full time as well as writing, promoting my existing books and trying to maintain some sort of social life. I try to keep to a schedule and a set word count, so writing a little every day really helps me feel like I’ve accomplished something.

Why did you write this book?

I love music and I love musicians, so it was inevitable that I’d write a book about a band one day. The bands I love have shaped my life – I’ve made friends through them, I’ve travelled thousands of miles and I’ve experienced wonderful things. I wanted to write a book about people who love music as much as I do, so that people like me would find it and know there are other people out there just like them.

What experiences from your past do you find yourself drawing upon repeatedly for inspiration in your work?

I was bullied a lot growing up and now I tend to write about outsiders, so those experiences really help. “Fake It” is so closely linked to my love of music, so I relied on some of my favourite memories to write it – that feeling I get when one of my favourite bands come on stage, the butterflies you feel when you’re in a massive crowd and you can hear thousands of voices singing the same lyrics as you – all of that is in this book!

What do you hope to accomplish in the next five years, both as an author and in your outside life?

I’d be perfectly content to just keep writing and releasing books, but if we’re talking big dreams – I’d love to see The Red Sun Rises, my debut series, adapted as a Netflix Original series. I’d love to see Fake It as a movie, which I think suits it better. Away from writing, I’d really like to see My Chemical Romance get back together!

Since you are a storyteller, please tell one good lie about yourself.

One of my tattoos is a My Chemical Romance lyric but I had the tattoo artist change it deliberately because I didn’t like how the original lyric sounded.



JJ Keswick was even more gorgeous up close, in a completely unfair kind of way. Everything about him was exactly like the fairy tales, teen rom-coms and auto-tuned pop songs promised it would be, right down to the halo of light from the window on the stairs that made his fashionably messy blond hair glitter like freshly polished gold.

“Hi,” he said, his cupid’s bow mouth tilting into an annoyingly alluring crooked smile.

“Are you lost?” Jessica asked him, her dinner plate eyes betraying the careful coolness of her tone.

“Maybe,” he replied, his smile flickering into a full-blown wicked grin as he pushed his sunglasses up into his hair.

His eyes gave him away, as they do with most people. Up close, I could see that they were a couple of shades darker than I had expected. They were not summer sky blue. Instead, they were like the last gasp of a winter afternoon, inky, conflicted and streaked with darkness. The bags under his eyes looked like bruises, and he seemed paler, smaller somehow as he stepped into the room.

“Can we help you?” I asked him, forcing my politest smile onto my face.

“I’m here to audition,” he said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his never-gonna-have-kids skinny jeans.

“You?” Ash laughed, shaking her head. “But you’re JJ Keswick!”

“At least ninety percent of the time,” he replied, his shrug indicating that her surprise was not unexpected.

“No offence, JJ, but this isn’t a joke,” Jessica began as she put her bass down. “We’re a real band, we’re good and we’re looking for someone who will take this seriously.”

“How do you know I won’t take this seriously?” he asked her, something like fire stirring in his steady gaze.

“Because you never take anything seriously,” I pointed out, unease battling with curiosity right in the pit of my stomach.

“Well, looking this good doesn’t happen by accident,” he said, turning to me with a small, knowing smile on his face.

He did look perfect for the part he seemed so intent on playing. Those jeans could have been stolen from the wardrobe of a dozen different rock stars, the kind of musicians that caused extreme adoration in all who saw them. They hung low, exposing a strip of skin across his stomach and hinting at what looked like a tattoo across his hipbone. The spindly, delicate lines dipped below his waistband in an inescapably tantalizing way. The tee shirt he was wearing was surprisingly simple, a white v-neck with the sleeves rolled up to display his lightly muscled, tanned arms.

I could feel his eyes on me, watching me watching him. Something about his presence made my stomach twist, as if the radiance of his appearance did nothing but illuminate everything that was just average about me.

Jessica crossed the room, pinching me as she did. I glanced down at her, the curiosity in her expression matching my own. We had nothing to lose by letting him embarrass himself, I supposed.

“Fine,” I sighed, shrugging out of my guitar. “Give it your best shot.”

I could feel Dylan and Ash’s disbelieving stares as I sat back down, but they didn’t argue. They made their way back to the table, throwing glances over their shoulders at JJ. He nodded once before pulling his phone from his pocket. He turned to the docking station, his shirt riding up as he leaned over. Ash elbowed me, winking and blowing kisses behind his back. I rolled my eyes at her, folded my arms and focused my gaze on a spot on the wall behind JJ’s head.

The beat of his chosen song filled the room as he turned back to face us with a silver hip flask in his hand that he had seemingly produced out of thin air. He kept his eyes on me as he took a quick sip before tucking the flask into his back pocket.

I vaguely recognized the song—a radio friendly pop song with lyrics that were much darker than the slickly produced track suggested. As it turns out, JJ Keswick was just full of surprises.

He didn’t just sing the song, he owned it, the whisky tainted rasp of his voice rising and falling perfectly in line with the backing track. He didn’t miss a beat, didn’t falter, his gold tipped eyelashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks as if he had spent years seducing people with his voice alone.

I could tell that I wasn’t the only one that had been caught off guard by him. Jessica had gone completely still, her eyes impossibly wide and fixed on JJ. Ash had slumped a little in her chair, gaze half lidded and glossed lips parted ever so slightly, utterly disarmed. Even Dylan was making something that could have been an expression, the corners of his mouth at least two millimeters higher than usual.

The spell was broken as soon as the track faded out. JJ grinned at us, his confidence blinding. He knew he was good, just like he knew he was gorgeous, his talent mirrored in our stunned expressions like the flawless reflection he no doubt spent hours preening over.

“Well, that was . . .” Jessica began, looking at me as if hoping I was still coherent enough to string together an adequate response.

I was overwhelmed by how good he had been. He was the best singer I’d heard in a long time. Listening to him had lulled me into a new daydream—Daydream Three, where the half-empty rooms of Daydream Two were replaced with arenas full to the brim with screaming fans, each of us bathed in the glow of a thousand camera flashes as JJ dazzled everyone with all the swagger and seduction that came naturally to the greatest frontmen.

“Thanks for coming in,” I said, slipping into customer service mode. “We’ll let you know.”

He clearly wasn’t prepared for that response, and the mask of confidence cracked at the edges of his faltering grin.



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Buzzing Blast: The Sense of Touch by Ron Parsons #Giveaway

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The Sense of Touch

Title: The Sense of Touch

Author: Ron Parsons

Published: May 1st, 2013

Publisher: Aqueous Books

Genre: Literary Fiction – A collection of short stories

Age Recommendation: 15+


Sprung from the variously lush, rugged, and frozen emotional landscapes of the north country, this luminous collection of stories captures the progress of a diverse ensemble of souls as they struggle to uncover themselves and negotiate a meaningful communion, of any kind, with the world around them.

A brilliant but troubled Bangladeshi physics student searches for balance, acceptance, and his own extraordinary destiny after his father disappears.

When a Halloween blizzard immobilizes Minneapolis, a young woman is forced to confront the snow-bound nature of her own relationships and emotions.

During an excursion to an idyllic swimming hole hidden in the Black Hills, two old friends unexpectedly compete for the affections of an irresistible, though married, Lakota woman.

Like a mythical expedition to reach the horizon or the quest to distill truth from the beauty around us, the revelation confirmed by these imaginative stories – elegant, sometimes jarring, always wonderfully absurd – is that the very act of reaching is itself a form of touch.

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About the Author


Ron Parsons

RON PARSONS is a writer living in Sioux Falls. Born in Michigan and raised in South Dakota, he was inspired to begin writing fiction in Minneapolis while attending the University of Minnesota. His short stories have appeared in many literary magazines and venues, including The Gettysburg Review, Indiana Review, Storyville App, The Briar Cliff Review, Flyway, and The Onion. His debut collection of stories, THE SENSE OF TOUCH, was released by Aqueous Books.

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For no reason that she could discern, she put down the novel and picked up her cell phone. She was lonely, yes, but had been so for as long as she cared to remember, and nothing seemed to be pressing that particular bruise, one of many, at the moment. Her loneliness was at a comfortable echelon: not growing like a tree, nor multiplying as a moss, but just simply there. A permanent, weathered embedded rock. A boulder in the wheat field. A bullet inside of a body, too dangerous to remove, around which tissue grows.



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