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Thursday, December 15, 2016

December Releases from Class Act Books

This month, Class Act Books is proud to announce the release of debut author Leslie Heath's Young Adult novel THE LAST MAYOR'S SON.

Aibek gets the surprise of his life when he's summoned out of the West Xona Military Academy to help the village of his birth defend their newly won freedom.

Aibek, his best friend, and his father’s life-long servant make the perilous journey to Nivaka. They arrive to a grand welcome, but soon learn that not everyone there is happy they've come. Will Aibek figure out who in the forest village wants him gone? Or will someone end up dead?


SINBAD'S LAST VOYAGE, Book 2 of The Adventures of Sinbad, is CAB's second December release.  Written by veteran author Toni V. Sweeney, this is a SF Space Opera series previously published, with two new, never-before published novels added, and new covers by artist James Robinson.

As the Earth readies itself for war with the invading Albegensi, Navajo Andrea Talltrees travels to the Thieves Quarter to hire halfbreed smuggler Sinbad shen Singh to find her husband Tran, accused of being a spy.

When they meet, however, its an immediate clash of cultures as well as personalities--plus a heavy dose of instant attraction! Refusing to admit that he has fallen in love with a hated Terran, Sinbad reluctantly takes Andi on a journey that will carry them halfway across the galaxy, where the part-feline smuggler will call on some old friends for help and face one deadly enemy with an old score to settle.

In their search for Andi's husband, they'll uncover a secret invasion that threatens to destroy the war-torn Terran Federation, and will learn that it doesn't matter how long a person loves but simply that he does love.

Sinbad's Last Voyage will shortly be available on amazon and at the publisher's website.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016


Today, Michael D. Fox is being interviewed by Angela D. Hayes.

Learn about the author and more about his novel.  Featured in the interview will be an excerpt from his dystopian novel, COMMWEALTH (see story following this one for more information on this book).

Stop by.  http://authorangelahayes.blogspot.com/2016/12/michael-smith-commwealth.html

Sunday, December 11, 2016

COMMWEALTH...a Dystopian Black Comedy

Dystopian? Black comedy? Literary? Mainstream, contemporary–what on earth do those terms really mean? 

CommWealth describes a society in which all forms of property have been banned so a deeper sharing can take place between citizens, CommWealth isn’t science fiction but is just as bizarre.

The CommWealth system has outlawed private property. Any object from your house to the clothes you’re wearing can be demanded by anyone, to be enjoyed for thirty days before anyone else can request it.

Playwright Allan Larson, Forensic Squad actor and playwright, has adjusted well to this new society, easily claiming umbrellas, mansions, and Porsches from fellow citizens. Still obsessed with his ex-girlfriend Lisa, Allan invokes the laws of CommWealth to demand ownership of her. When bicycle mechanic and fledgling actor Richard Stapke discloses that he’s secretly been writing novels and plays for years, Allan incautiously spreads the word that Richard’s a genius, with the result that an official CommWealth claim is made of Richard’s entire literary output. The resulting five-volume Stapke Intimacies brings to light a twisted history of betrayals, double agents, and murder that propel members of the Forensic Squad theatrical troupe into a suicidal revolution.


“Mr. Stapke,” Hardy said, tapping something ominous into his laptop, “let’s assume that your entire last statement was hypothetical. In that hypothetical case, in which you are a mere bicycle mechanic, of course you owe no Writer’s Tax. But, since you do have writing, and since you are a writer, you owe seventeen percent.”

Richard opened his mouth and shut it. “Seventeen percent? Hypothetically speaking, seventeen percent of what?”

“Of your output, of course. Let’s say you produce two hundred pages per month, maybe fifty-thousand words, as you do seem quite prolific. Of that, seventeen percent, or thirty-four pages, or eighty-five hundred words, would be sent to the CommWealth Central Tax Assessor’s Office.”

 “What?” Richard and Allan both cried.

“If you produce more than say, five hundred pages a month—if you’re a real barn burner, that is, it goes up to fifty percent. So, of course, it’s best to stay around two to three hundred. We know that nobody wants to lose half his writing.”

“What?” Richard repeated. “You send—actual writing—to…to…”

“To the CCTA’s Office. On the last day of the month you simply upload your entire month’s output to the CCTA web site, which in turn sends it to the CommWealth Cultural Redistribution Office. That office determines the seventeen percent tax and distributes it to needy writers all over the country, then refunds the remaining eighty-three percent back to you.”


“You see, there are many unfortunate writers who would like to be able to create, but who are, for some reason or another, blocked from doing so. It’s a most distressful situation. I’m sure you can relate to that, Mr. Stapke. You know how difficult it is to produce great writing, and how easily it is to get blocked or

Richard frowned. “No, I don’t know that.”

Hardy cleared his throat. “It hardly needs to be stated that there are vast quantities of unpublished material in this country that are hidden away. People tend to Hoard their writing like dark secrets. Well, what we’re doing with the Writer’s Tax Program is to bring those dark secrets out into the open, and get them into the hands of needy writers who can then have them published under their own names.”

“I don’t believe this! Are you saying this only applies to unpublished material?”

“Of course—although anything a writer produces on a given day is by definition unpublished. It doesn’t even matter if a writer has a contract to write that particular work—it’s still considered taxable by the CCTA. As soon as it’s produced, seventeen percent—or whatever the percentage comes out to be—is ours. And, I should add, you must surrender all your copies of those taxable pages for CCTA inspection—paper, CD, flash drive, or whatever—because they officially cease to be yours in any way.”

Richard shook his head. “Forget it…forget it…”

“And it has to be the best seventeen percent of your writing—no low quality toss-offs and then shuffling that to the CCTA. The Cultural Redistribution Office uses the CommLit program, which has all sorts of fascinating algorithms for comparing the quality of different sections of your writing—and it always gets your best seventeen percent.”

About the Author:  

Michael D. Smith was raised in the Northeast and the Chicago area, before moving to Texas to attend Rice University, where he began developing as a writer and visual artist.  In addition to exhibiting and selling paintings and drawings, he’s completed fifteen novels.

Smith’s writing in both mainstream and science fiction genres uses humor to investigate psychological themes.  On his blog, he explores art and writing processes, and his web site contains further examples of his writing and art. He is currently Technology Librarian for McKinney Public Library in McKinney, Texas.

CommWealth is his first novel published by Class Act Books.

Find out more about Michael at:

Website: , www.sortmind.com,

CommWealth is available at:

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Author Finds Inspiration in Unlikely Places

Kenneth Gordon grew up in Milford, NH and still lives in that state. When he isn’t writing scifi-infused horror novels, he plays PC games, electric and acoustic guitars, and drums. He also holds a brown belt in Kung Fu.

According to Ken:

I find inspiration in the most unlikely places. I had always been a storyteller but I didn’t realize it. Mostly I told stories through making adventure games with Adventure Construction Set on my old Commodore 64. I took creative writing in college and started writing on Sunday afternoons. After a failed attempt at a book, I didn’t write for a long time. Then I saw a show that really inspired me to write again. The result was my first novel.

Dark City was inspired by a short article talking about the darkness of people’s hearts and how that might be viewed by an Artificial Intelligence.

In Dark City, Jeremiah Xidorn is a mobile tech working for a smart house tech company. He quickly discovers that everything he thought was real for the past six months was only a simulation and he was being tested by a group of Sentient AI called the Builders.

My other published novels are Cadre of Vampires, combining scifi with horror, and Harmonic Differential, a time travel story.

I’ve also several others on the back burner. I’ve written a fourth entitled In My Blood; there is a plague on an alien world and emissaries have been sent out to find the Chosen One. They find him on Earth in Thomas Anderson. He is whisked away to the Whirlpool Galaxy where he must find a cure to scourge. The cure is found in his own blood, but he must decide if he will sacrifice himself to a people not his own, and a planet that is not his.

I’ve nearly finished with a rough draft for Dinus Sonus. A newspaper reporter goes out early in the morning and hears all the children on the block vomiting all at the same time. He must find out the cause. The answer and the cause both come from another universe. 

Also I’ve started a yet-to-be-titled work about a young man taken from his bed and signed into a covert space Marine program for 20 years. He is then returned back in time to when he was taken.

Dark City, Cadre of Vampires, and Harmonic Differential are available from Class Act Books.

Dark City Excerpt:

“I’ve been promoted. I am now in my boss’ position.” Joe flailed his arms with glee.

“That’s great. Congratulations!” they all said in unison.

“Where’s Joe?”

“I don’t know. He just left. An appointment I guess,” Sarah responded.

“The ’droids are settin’ things up, so I’ll stay out of their hair for a bit.” Jeremiah spun around as if to show off to his friends. . Something was off, but he couldn’t pin it down. Joe had disappeared, and no one seemed to know where he went.

“I’ll find him,” he told himself and bolted for his new office.

The androids had done their work quicker than expected, and Jeremiah’s office was quiet when he got there. He had to use the scanner to get in. Immediately, he was taken aback. On his desk were pictures of his family that he didn’t put there. Setting that thought aside for the moment, he jacked into the phone system and sent the sequence to dial.

 He called Joe’s office. No answer. A moment later, he called the central office to see if Joe could be located.

The automated attendant replied, “We are sorry, that person is no longer employed at this company.”

A sense of panic raised the hair on the back of his neck. Immediately, he ran with every ounce of strength to his friend’s office. It was empty. No trace that Joe worked there or had ever worked there was found. It was swept clean.

“Maybe I went to the wrong place,” he thought. “All these offices look the same.”

To his own chagrin, he knew too well the location of his friend’s office. The paranoia built to a steady state when, upon finding his other compatriots, they had no knowledge that Joe had ever been part of their group. Jeremiah’s heart sank. He even checked the payroll office and no trace of his friend could be found.

“I think I’ll go home. I’m not feeling well,” he said out loud.

The security desk saw him approach. “We’re sorry you aren’t feeling well. Go home.”

Even in his emotional state, he couldn’t detect any emotion coming from the people behind the desk. It was as if they had been replaced by replicants. “Yeah, thanks. I

Jeremiah made his way to a CAB, slid in and told it where to go. He was going over to Joe’s house. The place where he lived was no longer a single family dwelling, but a high rise multi-unit condo style building. There was no trace that Joe ever existed.

Jeremiah checked the street sign to make sure the CAB didn’t take him to the wrong place.

There was no mistake. Joe had been intentionally erased.

Publisher’s website: http://www.classactbooks.com/index.php/our-authors/manufacturers/kenneth-gordon  http://www.classactbooks.com/index.php/our-authors/manufacturers/kenneth-gordon

Dark City Buy Links

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Paranormal Romance Guild Reviews the Jake Coleman Thrillers

Jake Coleman is a private detective in New Orleans. He's been hired to help out his childhood friend who's running for governor.  What he didn't know was what a can of worms that was going to open...

The series consists of Dead Man's Hand, Cold Deck, Stacked Deck.

3.5 Stars from Reviewer

 4 Stars from reviewer

Review link: http://www.paranormalromanceguild.com/reviewsjackfrost.htm


Fear the Sky...

...is the novel Rick McQuiston talks about in his interview with Angela Hayes today.

Stop by and learn about the danger threatening the mountain villalge of Frankenmuth...

Monday, December 5, 2016

Juanita Aydlette Blogs with Linda Carroll-Bradd

Class Act Books' author Juanita Aydlette is guesting today with Linda Carroll-Bradd: http://blog.lindacarroll-bradd.com/?p=1144

Stop by and enjoy!

Ho Ho...Uh-oh!

My review of KRAMPUS and a bit about my new Space Opera series, beginning with THE STORY OF A PEACE-LOVING MAN.
At Myra Nour's: http://myranour.net/movie-chat-krampus/