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The Black Bead Chronicles

“The premise of Black Bead is wonderful, and it was a fun, short read I happily breezed through. It was refreshing to read new sci-fi with an original plot, on a new planet.” Carly Courtney, Sci-Fi Addicts.com

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On a savage, outlying planet an enclave of psionically-trained humans have built a utopian, matriarchal society that lives in harmony with all life. Leaving behind the polluted and corrupt world in which they lived, they colonized a new home far from the eyes of the galactic empire. Shielded from the rest of the galaxy by the dangerous beasts that inhabit their lush, forested world, the village lives a simple life under their Home Dome. But their goal was more than just to live in peace – they wanted to create the perfect human who could bring peace to the galaxy. Rather than merely cloning themselves, they began to manipulate genes in order to create a race of mutants with enhanced telepathic powers.

Under the direction of the ruling witch coven, each child of the Windfall Dome is tested at a young age to asses their abilities – a test which can plot the course for the rest of their lives. Unfortunately, Cheobawn – the daughter of the ruling First Mother to the dome – is marked with the Black Bead on her Choosing Day, a symbol of bad luck and shame. It seems the child the mothers had placed so much hope in would not be the future ruler they had hoped for. Yet there is something powerful about her that the elders don’t understand.

Finally of age, Cheobawn is chosen to join a pack to act as the psychic Ear on a foraging mission outside the dome. She knows this is her chance to prove herself. But something sinister stalks them and each member of the pack must draw on their unique strengths and a lifetime of training if they want to survive to see another day.

In her visionary new series, The Black Bead Chronicles, author J.D. Lakey invites you to journey along with Cheobawn, Megan, Tam, Connor, and Alain as they use their wits and their Luck to unravel the mysteries of the deceptively bucolic life beneath the dome in this coming of age metaphysical science fiction adventure.

J.D. Lakey

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J.D. Lakey was born and raised on the high plains of Montana under an endless sky and as far from civilization as anyone in the twentieth century could get. There she explored the finer nuances of silence and the endless possibilities of the imagination. The stories were always there. The shifting of fortunes finally granted her the time to gather all the stories and give them flesh.

An avid reader of science fiction and comics, she currently lives in San Diego, California where she divides her time between her writing, commuting on the I-5, and spending time with her delightful grandchildren.

Find her online:

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Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6015788.J_D_Lakey

Website http://jdlakey.com

Twitter https://twitter.com/darkvstar

Amazon Author Page https://www.amazon.com/J.D.-Lakey/e/B004XMKYSE

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Writing the Female Hero Story

by JD Lakey (The Black Bead Chronicles)

Why do I write? I ask myself that a lot. Sci-fi seems to be the red-headed-stepchild of literature and women sci-fi writers are that child locked in the basement. I would never write if I did it for the praise or the sales or the recognition.

I write because I like to read good science fiction written from a woman’s point of view. But more importantly I write for my inner Divine Child. The Divine Child is a Jungian archetype that represents newness, growth and hope. Jung considered it the egg from which all heroes are hatched. Which, if you think about it, is what science fiction is all about. Hope for the future, and heroes who are willing to take us into that future. I wanted to write about female heroes.

Which brings us to my series of books, The Black Bead Chronicles. This series of sci-fi/fantasy adventure novels takes place on a distant planet, a few thousand years in the future. A group of people have left earth to purposefully disappear and start their own matriarchal society where all of the traits considered by us to be “feminine” are valued. Because the planet they choose to live on is inhabited by immense predators, they are forced to build their cities under protective domes. The stories center around a group of five young children who are led by the most unlikely and gifted member, six-year-old Cheobawn.

I am often asked why the main character is so young in the first book, if the audience is young adult and older? The reason is because Black Bead is a hero origin story. Joseph Campbell, mythologist and author of The Hero with a Thousand Faces, explains the basic narrative pattern of the hero’s journey: “A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder: fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won: the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with the power to bestow boons on his fellow man”. Cheobawn (the Divine Child), the domes, and her Mothers all started out as allegorical expressions of the many faces of the female consciousness. I am first and foremost a student of the human condition.

That was the beginning.

Then I built a world. A forest full of fierce psychic alien creatures became a planet whose ghosts still wander restlessly through the minds of those who can hear them. That planet was not alone in the cosmos. I built a star system full of humans and aliens and fleets of starships meant to do battle. That world shaped my characters. I put them in it and watched them walk around, as proud as any new mom. The characters took on a life of their own. I loved them all. (How does George R.R. Martin so blithely kill of his characters? I will never understand that.) I want them all to have happy endings, and bright futures. Maybe that is the mother inside me. Maybe it is just me refusing to believe that you need torment and death to make a good drama. Oh, there is death. That is part of the hero’s journey. One cannot evade death in a world that wants to eat you. But Cheobawn’s Luck keeps her Pack alive.

The Black Bead Chronicles is a progression. Each book is an adventure that stands alone and can be read separately from the other books, but each book expands Cheobawn’s consciousness and each adventure gives her tools to battle whatever demons may come in the next book. So to the question, do I have to read all the books in order, all I can say is… well, maybe. Everyone who reads the fourth book, Trade Fair, immediately wants to go back and start from the beginning.

I invite readers to step onto the hero’s path in The Black Bead Chronicles. In a time when our womanhood is being debased and objectified on the political stage, there has never been a greater need for strong female heros. Books one through three are available on Amazon: Black Bead, Bhotta’s Tears, and Spider Wars. Book four – Trade Fair  – will be published in the Spring of 2017.

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J.D. Lakey was born and raised on the high plains of Montana under an endless sky and as far from civilization as anyone in the twentieth century could get. There she explored the finer nuances of silence and the endless possibilities of the imagination. The stories were always there. The shifting of fortunes finally granted her the time to gather all the stories and give them flesh.

An avid reader of science fiction and comics, she currently lives in San Diego, California where she divides her time between her writing, commuting on the I-5, and spending time with her delightful grandchildren

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/JDLakeyAuthor/

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6015788.J_D_Lakey

Website http://jdlakey.com

Twitter https://twitter.com/darkvstar

Amazon Author Page https://www.amazon.com/J.D.-Lakey/e/B004XMKYSE

Halloween Book Fair Hop

After the trick-or-treaters have left your street or the hallways of your apartment complex … or in my case, failed to show up at all…there is something cool for you to check out. Captive Quill Press is holding on online Halloween Book Fair with tons of giveaways and the books are all on sale for 99 cents. Make sure to click the button at the end of each page to find the next set of book titles and giveaways. Keep doing that until you can’t any more!  It’s pretty fun.

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The Midnight Society

THE DAY CATE ACCIDENTALLY BROUGHT A DEAD CHEERLEADER BACK TO LIFE EVERYTHING CHANGED…

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Fifteen year old Cate is seeing things. A ridiculously charismatic boy just appeared out of thin air, disarmed a bomb at a busy bus stop and then vanished again. Everyone around her was oblivious because they were frozen like statues the entire time.

Cate has stumbled into an invisible war in a realm filled with dark magic and time travel. She is now being stalked by not one, but two dangerous wizards.

When her brother disappears, a terrified Cate is forced into the brutal world where she must risk her life to search for him. There she is faced with the most unimaginable decision.

This YA Urban Fantasy is an action-packed, swoony, page turner with an intricately plotted story set in an amazing new world. Grab your copy today.

The Midnight Society is the first book in The Midnight Chronicles Series (The Midnight Society was originally released as Timesurfers.)
Praise for The Midnight Society:
“OMG that was amazing”
“This is pure fantastical with a side of trippy sci-fi and loads of thrilling action”
“The family trees in this story are CRAZY GENIUS”
“The way time travel was handling… perhaps the best way I have EVER seen it done”
“I absolutely LOVED it”

 

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The Midnight Society is available worldwide in ebook, paperback and hardback from your favourite online retailer. The ebook is exclusive to Amazon and Free on Kindle Unlimited. Purchase sites include:

Amazon : https://amzn.com/B01EO2CBUG

Barnes & Noble : http://bit.ly/TMSbn

Book Depository: http://bit.ly/TMSBookdep

It is also available from bookstores throughout Australian, United States, Canada and United Kingdom.

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Interviewed — A Few Times

“Today, I had the pleasure of interviewing Allison Whitmore. She is an aspiring screenwriter as well as the author of Forget Me Not; a powerful coming of age story starting in 1933 and spanning deca…”

Source: Author Interview- Allison Whitmore

Just sharing this interview, all. I really enjoyed participating. Thank you, Keystoke Blog!

My blog tour is currently going with Xpresso Books as well if you’re interested in checking that out. Allison Whitmore’s Kick-off The Summer Blog Tour with Xpresso Books.

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Some highlights from the TOUR include:

Another fun interview:

We Do Right

My Top Ten TV Shows …  lol…Do we have any in common? 😉 Let me know below. I love TV!

Book Addict’s Bookshelves

And a blogger’s review: (Thank you, Brittany!)

Crafty Engineer’s Bookshelf

Thank you for taking the time to read and review…all of you (Goodreads, Amazon, Bloggers! You’re the best.)

Forget Me Not on Amazon

Pandora Lost

Pandora Lost

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As a young girl, she was haunted by an angel

Or was it a phantom, whose onyx eyes

Fired like the sun and whose scepter

Of crystal perverted a future told?

To a child, six, ten, seventeen then twenty

This angel repeated a fable of a husband, a dear,

A bundle born, a pearl in a feathered shell

This fable shone bright, rainbowed on each face

Jeering without shame, eating smiles

And unfleshing memories

This angel, or phantom with onyx eyes

Told unwithering lies then twined a rope

To bloody the dreaming girl’s palms

To tease her taste buds and tickle her throat

With envy, lust, and distrust

with mayhem, with disdain

Then with its wicked power

Clumped and clotted, spit out

the last of her virgin virtue

And left Pandora lost

Boogie Bugle

Fiction Fact: Calvin Wynne (the main character in Forget Me Not) was born February 2, 1922. Happy birthday to Calvin! Here’s a poem that reminds me of him. He’d definitely love dancing to the song from the Andrew Sisters.

Boogie Bugle

Good morning, boys!

Let’s dance!

Chug, chug, chug

Boogie, bounce, jig, jag

Tippity tap, tippity tap

Left, left, left-right, left

Boogie, boogie, woogie, woogie

On the ocean, out to sea,

Da-dah-da-da-da-dah-dah

Sweet; toot up toot down

Quick, quick, quick-quick, slow

Blow bugle BOY blow

BLOW bugle boy BLOW

Swing, sing, sway, sing, sing

Stamp, stamp, stamp-clap stamp

Good morning, war babies

Let’s jiggle! Let’s jive! Let’s JAG!

The Nightmare of ’33 — A Forget Me Not Outtake

1933

Tucked in the corner of Brookhurst, Long Island’s modest but congenial part of town, a family of four sat around a enamel-topped table. The father round in the belly and nowhere else, next to his wife whose youth seemed to have only disappeared just yesterday, and two daughters. One was nearly grown and the other not quite. It was the little one whose smile should have been the largest, though it was not. They sang in unison to her as warm flames and the sent of burning candle wax filled her nose. “Happy birthday to you!  Happy birthday to you!  Happy birthday, dear Teddi!  Happy birthday to you!”

She filled her lungs and blew ten flames into nothing. Her sister, Fuzzy kissed her on the cheek.  “You’re a grown up now, kiddo.”

Teddi scrunched up her nose, giggling. “I’m only ten!”

Fuzzy, who was seventeen and thought herself sophisticated, put her arm around Teddi and squeezed.  “One day you’ll group and have to deal with the real world.”

Their father howled with laughter.  “And what do you know about the real world, missy?  Listening to vulgar music and smoking with your friends hardly qualifies you in worldly knowledge.”

Fuzzy’s cheeks turned red. “I think I know a little bit more than Teddi about being a grown-up.”

He laughed.  “All you ever worry about is taming that hair of yours.”

“Leave her alone, Terrence.”

Fuzzy retreated to the living room sofa with her lip tucked in and her fingers clenched.  Her sister and father did not get along very well, especially lately.  Her mother was a gentle referee.  It wasn’t an easy job for a woman who preferred to avoid conflict.

The room grew quiet. Teddi wanted to follow her sister but resisted.  If she followed, her parents would too and that meant more fighting.  So, she slumped into her chair and accepted the piece of cake her mother had just sliced for her.

Ten minutes stretched tediously along in thicker and thicker silence as Teddi and her parents slowly ate their custard cream cake. Teddi wished for a distraction. There were no presents left to open because she had received them earlier that evening – two new Nancy Drew detective novels, a brass handled brush and matching mirror, and a set of paper dolls. So, there was nothing to do but hope that Fuzzy would come back to break the tension.

When five more minutes had passed and the atmosphere had become unbearable, Aurora Donovan stood up pulled down a bowl and scooped some ice cream into it and said, “Let’s take this into Liza.”  She only used her children’s given names when all humor had left her body. Neither Teddi nor her father would argue with the peace offering. Teddi did know one thing as she walked into the living room and saw her sister sitting on the sofa, arms folded in a huff.  Her father was right. Fuzzy was not a grown up.

About fifteen minutes later, a car puttered into the driveway.  “I hope it isn’t Uncle Richard.”  Teddi frowned and put her paper dolls on the floor beside her.  Her uncle was so grouchy and rude, but then she thought better of the notion.  He had never shown up on her birthday before.  Why would he start now?  “Maybe it’s grandfather!”  She ran over to the window only to spot an unfamiliar green coup.  “That isn’t his car.”

Her mother got up from her place beside Liza on the sofa. “You will see your grandfather tomorrow as promised.  Now up to your room.”

“But mama—” Then Teddi saw who it was. “That’s Frank!  Fuzzy! It’s Frank. Since when does he have his own car?”

“Since his father bought him one,” said Fuzzy.  “He is a rich doctor, you know?”

Teddi’s mother led her toward the small staircase. “Daddy, you’re not going to let her go, are you?”

Her father looked up from his automobile magazine. “Just be back before ten.”

Teddi’s eyes went wide.  Her father said that they couldn’t ride around with boys at all unless they were engaged. And Frank Jessup was such a louse! Then again, he was Doc Jessup’s son, which meant something to this family for some reason.

Several weeks later, Teddi heard a scream peel through the night and drag her from sleep. “Mama!  Liza?”

Fuzzy was not in her bed.  Teddi looked at the clock.  It was after two. She heard two quick blasts far off in the distance.  Her heart thundered beneath her nightgown. The air was as thick as honey as she pushed her blankets away and flew into her parents’ bedroom. “Mama!”  She gasped when she found the room empty.  And, in that instance, she knew her parents were not home. It was difficult for her to recall how she had gotten downstairs or when she realized her grandmother was there. She did recall the phone ringing, and that suddenly they were at the hospital, waiting in that white room, with those awful white lights, forcing her eyes shut. People muttered around her. She didn’t hear anything until her grandmother forced her to look into her cool gray eyes. “Theodora, your mother is dead.”

Teddi remembered wanting her sister so badly at that moment, but they told her Fuzzy was gone and her father had been taken to jail for shooting someone. Her grandfather carried her to the car and took her home.  Not to the beautiful little cottage at the edge of town where she’d grown up but to the Donovan’s Victorian manor on Brook Hill Road. A few days later, Terrence Donovan died in prison.  Her grandfather told her it was of a broken heart. Teddi knew her grandfather would never lie to her to hurt her, but she wasn’t so sure about that. It was hard to believe he loved any of them.  He’d been so cruel to Fuzzy the last few weeks before he died.  And, on more than one occasion, Teddi had seen him shove her mother during one of their nastier fights.

Still, Terrence had a bit of a soft side. He taught Teddi, not only how to ride a bicycle, but how to build one from scratch.  He helped her with her math and protected her from her Uncle Richard’s nasty sneers when he came by to visit. Teddi couldn’t help but think her mean-spirited uncle had something to do with this nightmare even though he said he’d been in the city that night.  She would never find out the truth because no one ever talked about it. No one in her family ever talked about anything.