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Will Duane #1 Tell Me Why You Like This Guy Best and Maybe Win an eBook of Mogollon!

SOME THINGS ARE HARDER THAN OTHERS. I WANTED TO SHOW YOU THESE IMAGES STACKED IN A NICE ROW. WORDPRESS DID NOT WANT ME TO, TOSSING THEM TOGETHER AND RUINING MY PICTURE/CAPTION RELATIONSHIPS. I’M TRYING TO FIX IT, EVEN DOWNLOADED A PLUGIN THAT WAS WAS SUPPOSED TO ALLOW ME TO MAKE A TABLE. MAYBE IF MY NAME WAS EINSTEIN. I’M GOING TO KEEP WORKING ON THIS, AND RELOADING VERSIONS. I’M NOT SPAMMING YOU.

I’M REFUSING TO GIVE UP!

[So what I did was put hunks of text next to each picture. WordPress liked that. I hope you do, too. You get a beefcake show of Will and all  of Chapter 1. SN]

For my upcoming publicity and video-making activity, I want an image that captures the heart, soul and BODY of my hero, Will Duane. Will is the star of the two Bloodsong books currently out there. He’s the richest man in the world, sixty-two years old, and a real hunk. Not possible, you say? Let’s see how close we can come.

WILL DUANE #1
WILL DUANE #1 Will’s a happy camper here. Why not 50 billion and the largest corporation ever to exist.

HERE’S WILL #1

Good looking dude. Needs some Photoshopped white hair and blue eyes. I like this version of Will because of the additional pictures available to use in a video. Take a look below. They capture all of the richest man in the world.

THE ONLY WAY I COULD GET THIS TO WORK WAS ADD TEXT HERE. So I am. This is from chapter 1 of Mogollon: A Tale of Mysticism & Mayhem. Here’s Will in his own words:

Will Duane stared out of the motor home’s tinted window, scowling. The Ashley, his luxurious RV and the hallmark of the Numenon caravan, jolted across the desert in fine form. Will wasn’t doing quite as well.

He turned away from his view, not wanting to face the light. That damned New Mexico sunlight had done something to him. That and all the space. The desert had too much space; it made him feel weird.

He felt as if the core of himself, the hard center that was him, had cracked. He blamed it on the damn light. All day, they’d passed through that bright emptiness. Who he was began to melt away. His control, his purpose, all of him was being undermined.

The terrain did the same thing. All day long dirt, rocks, and cacti surrounded them. Plus those stupid round trees that dotted the landscape like lice. They weren’t even eight feet high. Will hated New Mexico more than he thought possible. They can’t even grow a proper tree.

 

Will likes the ladies, always has.

2. WILL JUST LOVES WOMEN. Using them, perhaps, but you’d be amazed how they’ll flock to a man like him and love being used. All of them think they have a chance at becoming the next Mrs. Will Duane. Poor babies. That’s the booby prize.

Chapter 1 continues:

Will rubbed his chin, feeling a screamer coming on. He would not give in to it. He would stay in control.

“Mark, how much longer?” he shouted.

“It’s right up ahead, Mr. Duane. Over that rise. See the cars.” The driver pointed at a ridge a short distance away. For the last few miles, phalanxes of junker cars from the 1970s had dogged them. Those were their fellow retreat attendees. It was 1997. What kind of people drove cars that old?

Will could see laden vehicles disappearing over the crest. Other cars returned, obviously having dumped their loads. They turned left and entered an enormous parking lot just outside the Mogollon Bowl. Light reflected off the vehicles and hit him like bullets. The parking lot was a junk yard of wrecks with alligatored vinyl tops and mottled paint. He clenched his jaw.

Will sat in his command seat, directly behind the driver, with his back against the cabin’s rear wall.

 


Sandy Sydney a demon from hell in a pretty package.

3. WILL THINKS SANDY SYDNEY IS AN INDUSTRIAL SPY. She’s not, as he finds out. Sandy Sydney is the only one of my characters to receive fan mail. You can write to her, too: “Dear Sandy, please make all my dreams come true . . . And don’t hurt me too much at the end.”

Chapter 1 continues:

Looking to his left, Will observed the anxious faces of Betty and Gil. They sat on the banquette that ran along the Ashley’s wall, twisting to see through the big picture window behind them. The opposite wall was covered floor to ceiling with cabinets stuffed with electronic gear, the super computer being the most important. The super computer was the most advanced in existence. Numenon’s technology had been ahead of the pack since the late 1950s when Will founded the corporation.

Will furrowed his brow. Why were Betty, Gil, their driver, and he the only ones in the cabin? When they started, the cabin was almost full. Now there were just four people. Where were the others? He felt so fuzzy; he couldn’t remember what happened five minutes ago.

Sunlight reflected off the chrome of one of the vehicles outside. It struck Will’s eye and he rocked back in his seat. His eyes rolled back and quivered.

Red rock walls rose high above them. He was running, breathing convulsively, sobbing. Thrashing on the ground, fighting. Something crushed him into the rock.

 

 

 

Will’s hobbies match his personality

4. WILL WORKS A LOT. When he isn’t working, he’s running or in the gym. When he’s not doing either, he’s racing one of his cars, or practicing his other hobby, preparing to be a real killer.

Chapter 1 continues:

Will blinked, coming back to himself. Something had happened in the desert. He could recall it dimly, like someone else’s dream. Their drive wasn’t just across the desert floor. There had been a canyon, and red cliffs.

He put his hand on his chest. The day before, his doctor told him the tight sensations he felt were nothing. His heart was good. He was okay.

Will rubbed his chin again and tried to remember.

Something came out of the buzzing, disintegrating void inside of him. The old shaman had appeared in the desert in front of them in a golf cart. Will had walked out to him and the light surrounded them. Light had come off the old man, even more than from the sun it seemed. Will had broken down for some reason; he had fallen at the holy man’s feet, sobbing.

Why, why? His disintegration had accelerated since then.

“We’re here,” Mark called. The Ashley pulled over the bank. Will jumped up and grabbed the back of the driver’s chair.

“What is it, Will?” Betty asked. She and Gil moved forward, straining for a look at the sacred place where they would spend the next week.

“Oh, my God,” she said.

The others were speechless.

Vocano view 1

VOLCANO ERUPTION STAGE 1

5. VOLCANO ERUPTION STAGE ONE: YOU SAY SOMETHING AND WILL GETS A LITTLE EDGE.

“If he ever gets mad at you, you’ll never forget it. One lifetime is not enough to recover from a Will Duane Screamer,” says Doug Saunders, Will’s fix-it man. Doug fixes whatever Will needs, legal or not.

Chapter 1 continues:

Betty peered through the windshield. The Mogollon Bowl spread out before them; as far as she could see, a writhing mass of people were interspersed with camping equipment. Well, some of it was camping equipment. Shabby tents and tarps on poles. Shade canopies on aluminum legs. People unloaded cars and headed back to the parking lot outside the Bowl. Other cars inched around, searching for a place to camp. The Bowl crawled with movement.

That’s all it had; no trees, no lawn, and no structures existed except two derelict buildings in the distance. The Indians’ hallowed  sacred ground looked like the desert they’d crossed, but less interesting. It was rocks and dirt and chaos.

This was the legendary Mogollon Bowl where anyone could become psychic and all of your problems disappeared? Betty thought of all the work she’d done to prepare her brief on Grandfather, the famous shaman who led the retreat, and on those closest to him. On Indian history. On the Bowl itself. For this?

She looked at Will, knowing what his reaction would be. Will only stayed at five-star hotels. Living in the luxurious Ashley was his idea of camping. Her boss’s face grayed with horror. He turned to her, his mouth gaping.

Before Will could speak, Doug Saunders charged out of the bedroom. “Will, I will not stay in this dump! If we have to stay here for a week, I quit.”

Betty glanced at Gil Canao, who looked out the window in glum silence. She opened her mouth to echo Doug’s sentiment, when Will grabbed Doug and hugged him like a grieving father.

“I thought we’d lost you,” Will cried.

With that, the memory descended upon her—what had happened on the drive in. Will lying in that canyon, covered with blood, bones bent at impossible angles, squashed. Really, squashed flat. Doug lay next to him, foam coming out of his mouth, his body bent backward in a crescent arc. Blue and bloodless, both of them.

VOLCANO ERUPTION STAGE 2

6. VOLCANO ERUPTION STAGE TWO: WILL IS ALMOST FULLY ARMED HERE, GETTING READY FOR THE NEXT STAGE.

Your life may flash before  your eyes at this stage.

Chapter 1 continues:

Her sobs took her by surprise. Her hands went to her face and she doubled over. Will, Gil, and Doug jumped toward her. Will caught her in his arms, and the other two men joined the hug. The minute they touched her, her backbone stiffened. She pulled herself erect, trapped in the circle of solicitous males.

Tears streaked her face. “Oh, I’m sorry. I can’t …” Will handed her his handkerchief. She snatched it gratefully.

“It’s okay, Betty,” they said at once.

But it wasn’t okay. They almost died, all of them. A flash flood would have killed them in that narrow ribbon canyon. Floods happened right now, in early spring. It had been a horrible, horrible trip. But Bud Creeman had saved them.

“We have to find Bud and thank him again.” She looked up at Will. “He was so good to us. Let’s find him, and then let’s leave. Okay, Will?”

Will’s brow lowered and his jaw tightened. “I’ll get you out of here tomorrow, I promise. I’m going to stay.” They stared at him. “I have to stay here—I have business to complete.”

Betty pulled out of her despair enough to stammer, “But, Will, you told us that the mine deal was dead.”

“It is, Betty. I promise you.” He glanced out the windshield. The Indians were beginning to cluster around the Ashley. “I have personal business with Grandfather.”

She had heard so many of Will’s empty promises that she didn’t know what to think. “I want to go home to John.” The tears came again. She wiped her face, conscious that she’d shed more tears in public in the previous five minutes than she had in twenty-eight years of being the head of Will’s secretarial staff. Private tears didn’t count.

“I’ll make arrangements for all of you to leave. You don’t have to deal with this …” Will’s arm swept the crowd outside.

VOLCANO ERUPTION STAGE 3

7. VOLCANO ERUPTION STAGE THREE. WILL IS IN PERFECT FORM, DELIVERING FEEDBACK TO ONE OF HIS EMPLOYEES.

I think it’s illegal to beat employees at the workplace, or anywhere else. The good part of the Screamer reaching this stage is you can sue. If you survive.


Chapter 1 continues:

Betty looked out the window. Indians wearing hats and jeans and shirts of every color surrounded the RV. Faces. Braids. Bodies, short and tall; fat and thin. Some were very dark, almost like African Americans. Others were as light as Gil Canao. Their eyes grabbed hers. Black to hazel, those eyes bored into the Ashley, trying to see past the tinted windows. Trying to see them. But they couldn’t, of course.

Not one face was friendly, not one mouth smiled. They stared, a half circle of intense eyes, brown skin, dark hair. The first ring was followed by another, and another. Some began to point at the Ashley and laugh. Two Indians dashed out and stood in front of the vehicle, posing. Others took their picture. They ran back to their friends, laughing uproariously. Another pair came forward for a souvenir photograph, and then another. The crowd roared.

They were laughing at them! The representatives of the largest corporation on the earth. Not representatives—the founder of the largest corporation in history and the richest man in the world, and his top staff.

Betty would have been more offended, but she knew why the Indians were so hostile. Grandfather was retiring from public life in a week, and this was his People’s last chance to spend time with their shaman. And here they were, Will Duane and his fancy Numenon crew, crashing it.

If they dislike us so, what must they think of Grandfather for inviting us? 

More Natives gathered, forming a circle around all five vehicles in the caravan. Betty couldn’t see where the crowd ended.

Will looked out the window. “Drive over them, Mark.”

“I can’t, sir.”

“Why?”

“There’s someone at the door.”

THERE’S WILL DUANE # 1 and all of Chapter 1. YaY!To vote for this Will go to this page, and leave a comment telling me why you think this man is the REAL WILL.

The IPPY Award Winners Announced Starting April 30!

This is the Silver Nautilus Award won by my children's nonfiction book, Tecolote: The Little Horse That Could.

I just received the notice below from The Independent Publisher, the company sponsoring the 2014 IPPY (Independent Press) Awards:

Thank you for entering the 2014 Independent Publisher Book Awards! [I entered my brand-new visionary fiction/fantasy/multi-cultural mix 'em up Mogollon: A Tale of Mysticism & Mayhem]

And thanks for being part of this amazingly diverse, world-wide contest. Over 5,000 entries have come in, from all 50 U.S. states and the District of Columbia, nine Canadian provinces, and 33 other countries around the globe.  [That's lotsa books.]

JUST ONE MORE WEEK OF JUDGING UNTIL THE RESULTS ANNOUNCEMENT! [Whoa. I had no idea the judging was ending so soon.]

We plan to begin announcing results a week from today, WEDNESDAY APRIL 30th, and finalize results by Friday, May 2nd. Results will go live the following Tuesday, May 6th, and be announced to the public and national media that day.

BEST OF LUCK TO ALL!

We plan to begin announcing results on about April 30th, to try and give you some time for arranging your schedule if you win an award. We hold the awards ceremony during BookExpo America [BEA] because so many of you already plan to be in New York at that time, but anyone who wins a medal is certainly welcome. [Have you ever been to BEA? It's the largest book exposition in the United States. HUGE! Everyone's there: the major publishers, the major celebrity authors, every sort of vendor. Indie publishers and trade organizations. People run screaming when celebs are sighted. It is a gigantic party with books. Went once. Still saving to afford it again.]

Below is the list of our judging criteria. Every book entered gets evaluated in each of these areas, and if they score well are assessed further and judged against the other top books in the category. Every year we have a handful of entrants complain that we “didn’t read the entire book,” and no, of course we don’t read every book all the way through. Our expert judges, most of whom have been evaluating books for 10-20 years, are skilled enough to critique a book fairly quickly and efficiently — and you probably can, too. All of us do a version of it every time we scan through a book at a bookstore or library when deciding if we’re going to buy it or borrow it.

IPPY AWARD GOLD MEDAL won by my book The Angel & the Brown-Eyed Boy

HOW THEY JUDGE BOOKS:

First Impression – Front, back and inside – would you pull it from the bookstore or library shelf?

Design – Cover design, typeface, message, front & back – does the cover make you want to look inside?

Interior layout, typeface, illustrations – is it easy to read; is it a pleasure to look at?

Originality – Is it a fresh approach?  Has it been done too much?

Use of language – Grammar, style, voice – does it flow? Does it make you want to keep reading?

Message delivery – Is the message promised by the cover being delivered, and in a compelling way?

Relevance – Is the book pertinent to our time?  Is this a message that should be heard?

What do the winners receive? All IPPY Award medalists will receive a medal, a certificate, and 20 awards seals. Those medalists not attending the New York event will receive the above items by mail, in a packet including the event program, press release, etc.  Preview IPPY Awards seals, medals and other merchandise.

IPPY AWARD SILVER MEDAL won my Numenon: A Tale of Mysticism & Money

ABOUT ENTERING AND WINNING BOOK CONTESTS:

My books have won twenty-four national awards. I’ve won gold, silver, and bronze medals in the IPPYs, which are the biggest and oldest contest for independent presses. One of my books has also been a Finalist in the Benjamin Franklin Award, sponsored by the IBPA. This award is perhaps more prestigious than the IPPY Award. And I’ve won two Silver Nautilus Awards and a bunch of winner and finalist medals in smaller contests.

Am I bragging? No. My stomach is dancing around like a bowl of Jello-O doing the marimba. Because you have won once, does not mean you will win again, even if the book you enter is better than the one that won. Sorry campers. You don’t know who else is entered in the contest or what the judges want.

A real problem for those who have won is the feeling of entitlement: “I won last year. My books are really good.” And then you start picking spots in the house where you’re going to hang your medal.

In psychological terms, this is known as “Cruisin’ for a Bruisin.” You’re setting yourself up for a good whack on the backside (or ego) if you don’t win.

Winning before doesn’t mean you won’t win. The entry process is like waiting for a baby, except that is more certain. You know you’ll get a baby, barring disaster, but you don’t know if it will be a beauty or look like a troll. With book awards, you don’t know nothin.’

I wrote some articles about winning book contests, since I’ve done it a lot. It’s not as horrible as the articles indicate. I entered two contests with two new books this year. Whereas a publicity packet used to be required, the two contests I entered didn’t want one any more. That makes the entry process WAY easier and less expensive. Here are a few of my contest related  articles:

WHAT YOU CAN WIN BY LOSING: This happened to me.

HOW TO WIN A BOOK CONTEST: It’s not this bad any more, because they don’t require press packets any more. But if you want to really know how to win a contest, here it is.

IPPY AWARD BRONZE MEDAL won by Stepping Off the Edge

Questions about the IPPY awards? Contact Jim Barnes, Awards Director
jimb@bookpublishing.com
ph: 1-800-644-0133 x1011

 

GOOD LUCK, ALL!

SANDY NATHAN

My website.
My new, killer INTERACTIVE website.
Me on Facebook

 

I’m on a Blog Tour! I forgot about it! Let me remind you, and entertain you …

Mogollon: A Tale of Mysticism & Mayhem (Bloodsong 2)

Holy macaroni! I’ve been on a blog tour for most of this month and forgot to let anyone know about it. Let’s fix that.

Book being toured is Mogollon: A Tale of Mysticism & Mayhem. Mogollon tells the story of the richest man in the world meeting a great (maybe the greatest) Native American shaman. It’s book 2 of the Bloodsong Series and rocks. One reviewer (who gave it 5 stars) said: “This book is equal parts horror, spiritual, romance, and action. From page one, it is non-stop, a page turner that leaves you on the edge of your seat, seeing where it’s going next. It follows not just Will on his journey, but many connections develop as Will and his team begin becoming inseparably linked with several of the Native American warriors and attendees. Nathan does an amazing job depicting the cultural and spiritual aspects of the story in a very respectful way, which as a reader, I really respected. I also just loved her turn of phrase, and many times I just said, “YES!” out loud at the great way she chose to describe something that otherwise could be mundane, or has been described the same way for centuries. Nathan has a voice all her own and it’s powerful.”

That get’s the gist of it. The blog tour. Here are links to my tour stops, showing you can forget the battle, but still post the war. Or something like that.

Here’s the whole tour, with links to blog posts, many of which are done. Finished. I’ll put links to those below and fill in the ones that have yet to be posted.

Buy Now @ Amazon

Genre - Visionary Fantasy.
[Amazon calls me "metaphysical fantasy or sci-fi". Whatever. I've been called everything from sci-fi, to romance, to horror. SN]

Rating – R  [Truly R. SN]

More details about the author and the book

Connect with Sandy Nathan through Facebook & Twitter 
[I never look at Twitter. Stick to Facebook.]

Website http://sandynathan.com/
[I have an awesome new site in addition to the one above: http://sandynathan.net It's interactive! SN]

Book Review Status
[The tour says this is a non review tour, but you can review Mogollon if you want. I won't mind.

Here's the link! Sandy Nathan

Book Tour Schedule

10th April – Book Feature at Peace from Pieces 
[Can't find it there. Here's something they did onThe Angel & the Brown-Eyed Boy a while back. SN]

11th April –Excerpt 1 at Mommy Adventures
[Here's Grandfather's Invocation from Mogollon. This starts the book off with a bang and introduces you to Grandfather.  SN]

12th April – Author Interview 1 at The Reading Cat
[In which I share about my family and other things. Including the true story of how my mom & dad got together. SN]

13th April - Twitter View with OB Book Tours

14th April - Twitter Blast with OB Book Tours

15th April - OB Tweet Me A Storm
[Just try to find these later! SN]

16th April - Guest Post 1 at Blog-A-Licious Authors
[My thoughts on how to buy a good self-pubbed book. SN]

17th April – Excerpt 2 at Author’s Friend
[Chapter 1 of Mogollon, in which you get to meet Will Duane, the richest man in the world. Like an introduction to Bill Gates, almost. SN]

18th April – Excerpt 3 at Gentleman Reads
[Ahah! This is where Enzo Donatore appears. The devil incarnate. A story isn't complete until the bad guy shows up.
Hi, Gentlemen Reads! Love writing for guys, and they usually love my stuff. SN]

MORE TO COME:

25th April – Guest Post at Kindle Nook Books

2nd May – Guest Post & Excerpt at Book Professor

9th May – Excerpt & Guest Post at Top Shelf Books

16th May -

23rd May – OB Tweet Me A Storm

30th May – Guest Post & Book Feature at Quality Reads UK

 

 

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