Book Promo Feature – Fiona Frost: Blood Dolls by Dr. Bon Blossman

Indie Book Promo is  happy to welcome Dr Bon Blossman to the blog. She’s here to share about her book, Blood Dolls. If this book looks like something you would be interested in reading, please fine a buy link below and pick up a copy or two.

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FF_BloodDollsBlood Dolls is the fifth volume of the intriguing YA murder mystery series, Fiona Frost.

Blood Dolls can be purchased from Amazon and Lulu

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Known for both her academics and quirky charm, Dr. Bon headshotBlossman has emerged in the publishing industry as an award-winning author and confident business woman. Dr. Bon is also known for her role on four seasons of Style Network’s hit series, Big Rich Texas, with the fourth season being a spin-off of her family surrounding the birth of her grandchild. Aside from Dr. Bon’s role on BRT, she is also an eight-time novelist with the fifth volume in the exhilarating Fiona Frost Mystery Series, Blood Dolls, released in May of 2016. The fourth volume of the series was awarded a Gold Seal of Approval by the 2015 Literary Classics Awards. Dr. Bon has also been involved in the commercial scene with her claymation in a Pepsi-Cola company commercial in 2007, and she starred with her daughter in a Hasbro Games commercial in 2012.
Dr. Bon has earned her Ph.D. in physiology and has published her research in multiple peer-reviewed journals. She also serves as an Ad Hoc Reviewer for the National Science Foundation, Royal Integrative Society, and other scientific journals. She has taught courses, including college-level Biochemistry for over 19 years, earning an award for Fostering Student Achievement from the University of Texas at Arlington.
Dr. Bon has authored over 100 popular murder mystery party games and in 2006, founded the premier mystery party company, My Mystery Party, which has risen to be a top source for party hosts around the world. Dr. Bon has also created the company Scavenger Planet, and Party Host 411 – a spin-off from The Official Party Host Handbook that she published in 2011. The next release of this line is The Halloween Party Host Handbook in June 2016.
In August of 2013, Dr. Bon added the title of executive producer to her list of accomplishments. She partnered with Dallas Cowboys legends Drew Pearson and Marc Columbo as well as Dallas icon Jay Lombardo for a show that made history in Dallas, A Bronx Tale, featuring none other than the Hollywood legend – Chazz Palminteri.
Dr. Bon currently lives in the state capital of Texas and the live music capital of the world – Austin Texas. In her spare time, she enjoys making 2D animations, recording songs with her band, DrunkLora, and filming comedy skits with her family’s YouTube show – Watch Our Show.
In 2017, Dr. Bon plans to take on a project filming an independent short film and conquering film festivals.

Dr. Bon can be found on her blog, Facebook, Twitter, Google, Pinterest, Instagram and Goodreads

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Excerpt:

In the fifth adrenaline-charged volume of the Fiona Frost series, Fiona’s plans of an internship at the FBI Academy abruptly change, and she is thrown into an exhilarating investigation of The Blood Doll Killer. Fiona finds herself facing challenging obstacles such as an internal struggle with her beliefs in the supernatural, strife with her archenemy, underground vigilantes terrorizing society, and the urgent need to capture one of the most devastating serial killers in history. This murder mystery is stacked with surprising twists and calculated revenge as it tests the limits of white-knuckle drama.


Book Promo Feature – Starfall by Jessie Kwak

Indie Book Promo  is happy to welcome Jessie Kwak to the blog. She’s the author of Starfall and is here today to share about her book, Starfall. If this book sounds like something you would be interested in reading, please find a buy link below and pick up a copy or two.

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Starfall-KindleStarla Dusai is fifteen, deaf — and being held as an enemy combatant by the Indiran Alliance. Willem Jaantzen is a notorious crime lord about to end a fearsome vendetta – and most probably his life. When he learns his goddaughter has been captured by the Alliance, will he be able to save her? And her, him?

Starfall can be purchased from Amazon

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JessieKwak_headshotJessie Kwak is a freelance writer and novelist living in Portland, Oregon. When she’s not working with B2B marketers, you can find her scribbling away on her latest novel, riding her bike to the brewpub, or sewing something fun.

Jessie can be found on her blog, Facebook, Twitter, Google+, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads

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Excerpt:

At the end of the third day, guards.

A man and a woman, wearing the same uniform as the Alliance soldiers who’d transported her from Silk Station. They slip through the door, come at her with outstretched hands and careful quiet steps like they’re trying to corner a wild animal and they’re not sure it won’t bite. The man says something to his partner, his pudgy lips mashing the words into meaningless shapes.

They don’t bother trying to speak to her.

Starla pushes herself into the corner of the cot, feet digging into the mattress. She’s snarling as they pounce, drag her to her feet — she’s panting with the effort of moving on this stupid, stupid planet — and wrench her arms backwards into cuffs. They push her through the door. She’s barefoot.

Starla tries to stay calm, but for as badly as she has wanted to leave the cell over the last three days, now the metallic, vibrating hallways and branching corridors close in on her. She cranes her neck to see down the corridors they pass and is rewarded with a shove between the shoulder blades.

The two wrestle her through hallways, keying regularly through double-thickness glass doors to enter less secure — or more secure? Starla doesn’t know — areas of the prison. Into a dingy metal room, bigger than her cell, a single metal table bolted to the floor, a bench on one side, a chair on the other. They fold her kicking and struggling and panting onto the bench, uncuff her, and slam her hands into new restraints on the table before she even realizes she had a brief moment of freedom.

Job done. The two leave.

Starla twists, cranes her neck to see the door they left through, trying to learn anything she can about this new prison.

Brushed aluminum walls and a floor scuffed with shoe rubber — some of the marks scraping high up the wall as though someone had been testing the strength of it, or kicking out in anger. The walls are battered, with dents and dings that catch the harsh light and pool it into tiny craters. The room stinks of something acrid, a mix of cleaning solvent and welding fumes that seems to be cycling through the air vents.

Starla coughs.

She’s waiting only a moment before two women enter. One’s short, even for planetborn, with a blunt gray bob and glasses, wearing a plain purple dress suit. The other’s tall and thin, with a square jaw and thick black hair cut close to her scalp. She wears an Indiran Alliance uniform. They remind her of something, a split second of recognition that fades the more Starla tries to grasp at it.

The short woman wrinkles her nose and says something to the tall one, too fast for Starla to catch.

“Hi Starla,” the short woman says then, speaking and signing. “My name is Hali.” She spells it out, then makes her hand into an H and taps it against her left shoulder. “This is Lieutenant Mahr.” Mahr doesn’t get a name sign.

Starla lifts her chin a touch, but makes no show that she’s understood. The short woman, Hali, frowns at her.

“She’s a child,” Hali says to the Alliance woman, Mahr. She’s speaking more clearly now than when she first entered the room. Starla stares at her lips, greedy for information. “You can’t keep her like this. There are laws.”

The lieutenant shrugs. “Figure out what she knows,” she says — or, Starla thinks she says. The lieutenant’s lips barely move, her scowl permanently carved into her dry, angry mouth.

Hali turns back to Starla, speaking and signing again. “Have they treated you well?”

Starla frowns. What is she supposed to answer to that? Everything’s fine, thanks for asking? The amenities could be a bit more posh, but they’re serviceable?

She raises a hand to sign something rude, but she’s cuffed to the table.

Her hand comes up short with a jerk. 
“We can’t communicate if she’s restrained,” Hali says to Mahr.

If Mahr replies, Starla can’t tell. The lieutenant turns to knock on the door, looks like she shouts something through it, and one of the original guards returns with leg restraints, locking Starla to the crossbar of the bench before releasing her hands. “Thank you,” Hali tells him. He ignores her.

Hali sits in the chair across from Starla; Mahr leans against the wall with arms crossed, one hand resting on the stunner in her hip holster. Hali sees this and frowns. “She’s a child,” she says again. Mahr just raises an eyebrow.

Starla sits with hands folded. Trying to look like a child, whatever children look like on Indira. She’s heard her entire life, from newcomers to Silk Station, from people born on either planet — Indira or New Sarjun — that she and her asteroid-born cousins look years ahead of their age because of their height. On some, like Mona, it looks graceful. On Starla it just looks boyish and scrappy. One of the uncles told her that once. She thinks he meant it as a compliment.

A stab of panic pierces Starla’s heart.

She tries not to worry about her cousins. About Mona. About Auntie Faye. About her parents. She saw escape pods, shooting like torpedoes; she saw ships peeling away from docking bays and flashing out of view before the Alliance missiles tore through the station and set Starla’s home blazing bright as Durga herself.

1, 4, 9, 16, 25 . . .

Starla forces herself through multiplications to redirect her thoughts.

She’s missed something: Hali signing to her. Starla furrows her brow, and Hali repeats herself. “I’m here to decide what to do with you. Do you understand?”

Starla finally nods. She’s found that if she refuses to respond at all, some people write off communication for good. This might be her only chance to get answers.

“Good.” The woman’s still speaking aloud while her hands dance, probably for Mahr’s benefit. “Do you know where you are?”
Starla considers.

Is the woman gauging her knowledge of geography, or her intelligence in general? Probably both. Prison, Starla signs. New Sarjun.

Hali frowns at that last sign, and Starla fingerspells it. She can’t remember the standard USL sign for New Sarjun — she and Mona had their own slang for so many things.

“Yes,” says Hali. “That’s right. You’re under Alliance protection.”

What happened to my parents? Starla leaves the last sign hanging in the air a moment before resting her hands back on the table.

Hali looks at Mahr, who’s apparently said something to her — Starla sees only the last few syllables slicing out of Mahr’s sneering lips. “She’s asking about her parents,” Hali says. Mahr just shakes her head. 
“We’ll get to that,” Hali says and signs to Starla. “But for now I have some questions. Can you tell me about life on Silk Station? Were you taken care of there?”

Starla wrinkles her nose. It was home, she signs, confused. Was she taken care of there? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

“Who raised you?”

Starla glances from Hali to Mahr, who is watching her coldly. What are these questions?

My parents raised me, Starla signs. Where are they?

Hali ignores her question. “I’m confused. Did your parents take you with them on their raids? On the Nanshe?”

Of course not, Starla signs. She’d wanted to go for years, but they hadn’t let her. Not until this year, until her fifteenth birthday, when they’d finally agreed she could start training as crew. If not for that, she wouldn’t have been on the Nanshe when the Alliance attacked Silk Station. Wouldn’t have —

Hali is waving to get her attention. “Then who raised you when they were gone?”

Starla shrugs. What, did this woman want a list? Any number of aunts, uncles, older cousins, station mechanics, and cooks had done the job. 
Starla and the other children had stalked Silk Station, hurtling through the corridors as if propelled by rockets, chasing after older cousins in the peculiar game they played in the figure-eight hallway near the bioregenerative gardens, screaming and reversing directions on a toe, arms flinging out to correct over-exuberant spins in the low gravity.

They were legion, underfoot, existing continuously on the verge between play and being snatched up by one of the station crew and given a chore. 
Dinners were the same chaos, a gaggle of children descending on the commissary at any hour, whenever they were hungry. School was TUTOR, an AI that came preloaded with courses from Hypatia Educational Facilities Corporation that students could work through at will, with full knowledge that their progress data was being reported to the aunts and uncles. Curfew was a word from the novels she downloaded from TUTOR.

Who had raised her?

Whoever was around, Starla signs. 
“Whoever was around,” Hali says, and she and Mahr share a look full of meaning that Starla can’t decipher.

“You’re very thin,” she says and signs to Starla. “Did they feed you well?”

What the hell did that mean? 
Starla glares at her. Where are my parents?

“We’re just trying to understand your life,” Hali says, hands fluid and defensive. “You’re on the edge of what the Alliance considers a child. Your parents chose to become criminals, but you had no choice. You’ve had a hard life. Do you understand?”

Starla feels a chill. Raj and Lasadi Dusai chose to live life on the fringes, managing their glorious and infamous empire from an asteroid station hidden deep in the debris of Durga’s Belt. Starla Dusai, on the other hand, could tell a sob story about being beaten and neglected and starved at the hands of her horrible pirate parents, and win a free ticket into the open arms of the Indiran Alliance. A free ticket into the society her parents had fled years ago.

Where are my parents? Starla snarls the words on stiff, angry fingers.
Hali looks sad. “I don’t think she’s ready to talk yet,” she says to Mahr. 
Mahr knocks on the door and the two guards come back in, hands and stunners raised to subdue her.

Where are — 
Starla gets only those words out before her hands are grabbed, her arms cuffed, her ribs slammed into the hard metal edge of the table.

They drag her back to her cell.


Book Promo Feature – Evanthia’s Gift by Effie Kammenou

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Book Promo Feature – Outsiders by Tammy Ferebee

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Interview with Cindy Skaggs, author of Live By The Team

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Interview with RK Close author of Red Night ~ Vampire Files Trilogy #1

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Book Promo Feature – Pianist in a Bordello by Mike Erickson

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You’re Not the Only One Who’s Anatomically Correct ‘Round These Parts – Tales of Phallocentrism

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Book Promo Feature – He Who Leads Gods by M.A.N

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Book Promo Feature – This Time by JF Holland

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