17 December 2024

The Poseidon Project by E. William Podojil Virtual Book Tour!

 



GENRE

Suspense, Thriller, Mystery


The Poseidon Project is an international suspense thriller and the first book in The Herb Society Mysteries series  


Molly Halloran and her friends have a secret past.  Their bucolic retirement is suddenly upended when Molly’s husband is abducted and held for a steep ransom.  Now she, her friends, her tech executive son, Lukas and his Air Force pilot boyfriend must race against the clock and travel halfway around the world to meet the kidnappers’ demands.  But when they learn why her husband has been abducted, they realize how high the stakes truly are.  Molly and her friends now must face their past in order to save the future.  But not only their futures; the world’s.

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Excerpt

The Spectrum’s engines roared, providing thrust to power the plane to takeoff speed as it lurched ahead down the runway. The plane’s power was evident as the acceleration force held them in their seats. This plane was designed to go fast, and the cabin was surprisingly quiet. As they hit takeoff speed, Taylor pulled back, and the nose lifted off the ground, followed shortly by the rest of the plane. The landing gear retracted immediately into the fuselage. 


The passengers quietly stared out the large porthole windows as the Goose climbed out of Tucson. It was almost dusk, and Lukas spotted thousands of saguaro cacti dotting the sides of mountains that cast distorted shadows that looked like goblins. The exhilarating views captivated everyone. That is, for everyone except Donna, who sat rigid in her seat, hands clenched and her eyes squeezed shut. Lukas shot her a thumbs up in thanks to Donna—already not a fan of flying, but all in for a fifteen-hour flight halfway around the world just to support her friend. The plane’s angle leveled off, and soon Taylor emerged from the cockpit, curious how well the passengers had settled into their home for the next fifteen hours. Linda and Betty had their eyes shut, as Donna distracted herself with her laptop.


Taylor walked back to the crew stateroom for a few minutes. He and Diego had a brief conversation before Diego walked up to the cockpit. Lukas moved toward the back of the plane to set up his inflight internet connection and workspace. Linda and Betty awoke, startled and disoriented after their brief power nap, while Donna adjusted their seats to face each other, a small table between them. Betty remarked that it reminded her of a train. 


“How’re you doing?” Taylor asked Lukas. 


“Just trying to get set up here. I’ve got a lot of work to do on the way to Dubai. I need to connect with my team in Croatia to get some data and ideas on how I can get this ransom together. It’s still early morning there, so I’ll wait a few hours.” 


“Why don’t you get some sleep until then?” Taylor suggested. I’m gonna try to myself. You mind?” Taylor pointed to the empty seat next to Lukas. 


“Of course not.” Lukas stood to let him in. Taylor sat and reclined his seat. “I changed my mind. I’ll let the kids do the first leg, then I’ll replace one of them, and we rotate like that.” 


Lukas saw that his mom and her friends were already starting to doze off, no doubt tired from the frenetic day. “Why don’t you sleep with me?” Taylor said, and then caught himself. “I mean not with me but next to me—you know what I mean. You make me all tongue-tied, Dr. Halloran.” 


“Sure, I could use a nap. I’m relieved we’re finally on our way.” Lukas reclined his seat to the same angle as Taylor’s. The cabin was mostly dark, except for the LED accent lights that glowed a cool blue. 


Taylor reached out and touched Lukas’ hand. “Is this okay?” He then intertwined his fingers with Lukas’. “This is better than okay. Sleep tight.” Lukas raised their joined hands and kissed the back of Taylor’s. Pretty soon, their hands were on each other’s thighs. 


Heat rose from Taylor’s athletic legs.


Despite the sadness, stress, and emotion of this week, Lukas appreciated the kind soul sleeping next to him. As he was resting, Lukas suddenly felt a rush of panic. What am I doing? Random memories of Drew raced through his head as he tried to calm himself. He tried to rationalize his thoughts. Yes, I just met this guy. Yes, I promised myself I’d never get hurt again. But he’s such a nice man. What if he’s psycho? He pulled his hand away from Taylor and eventually calmed his mind and drifted off to sleep. When Lukas woke up, he noticed his mother sitting with her eyes open, staring at nothing, either deep in thought or terrified of something. Lukas walked over to her. “Ma, are you doing okay?” 


“I think I’m okay. I just have a lot on my mind.”


“I know. This has got to be tough for you...” “Honey, I’m not talking about your father. Of course, I’m concerned about him, but it’s only a matter of time until we can see him, hopefully.” 

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E. William Podojil has worked as a writer, advisor and  international business executive while living in the Netherlands and the United States. He studied screenwriting at UCLA.


His first novel, The Tenth Man, was published in 2004, by Haworth Press.  His latest novel, The Poseidon Project, will be published by Wild Rose Press in August, 2024 as the first book in the Herb Society Mysteries series. 


Podojil currently resides in Northeast Ohio with his husband and three sons.


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16 December 2024

On a Sword’s Edge by J R Tomlin Blog Tour!! @jeannetomlin @cathiedunn @thecoffeepotbookclub

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Book Title: On a Sword’s Edge


Series: The Swords of Scotland


Author: JR Tomlin


Publication Date: November 16th, 2024


Publisher: independently-published


Pages: 159


Genre: Historical Fiction / Scottish Historical Fiction

Any Triggers: Some fairly bloody fights.

Scotland. 1263. The scent of rain mingles with the smoke of campfires as word spreads: the Norse are coming…


As tempers rise between King Alexander and the Norse King Haakon, at the center of it all is sixteen-year-old William Douglas, a squire in service to Sir John Stewart, Lord High Steward of Scotland.


When Haakon's fearsome fleet is espied approaching Scotland's shores, carrying the greatest invasion force the Norse have ever mustered, the dread of battle settles over the land. Summoned to Ayr Castle, William joins the Scottish forces in a desperate defense. Now tasked with serving his newly knighted brother, Hugh, William has little time to dwell on the fear – or thrill – of his first real taste of war.


And once the Norse's menacing line of ships finally touches shore, Scotland's fate may rest on more than noble titles and knightly deeds— it'll take the mettle of every soul on the ground for them to triumph.


Set against the wind-swept coast of medieval Scotland, On a Sword's Edge takes you right into the center of The Battle of Largs alongside a mere – yet fearless – squire.

Universal Buy Link: https://books2read.com/u/3R7l8D 



J. R. Tomlin is the author of more than twenty historical novels, set for the most part in Scotland. Her love of that nation is traced from the stories of King Robert the Bruce and the Good Sir James her grandmother read to her when she was small to hillwalking through the Cairngorms where the granite hills have a gorgeous red glow under the setting sun. Later, her writing was influenced by the work of authors such as Alexander Dumas, Victor Hugo, and of course, Sir Walter Scott.

When JR isn’t writing, she enjoys spending time hiking, playing with her Westie, and killing monsters in computer games. In addition to having lived in Scotland, she has traveled in the US, Europe and the Pacific Rim. She now lives in Oregon in the beautiful Pacific Northwest.



On a Sword’s Edge

Excerpt


Father turned back and laid his gaze sadly on Hugh. “Nae. Remain here with your brother. If you are needed, I shall send for you.” He took a rasping breath. “And if there is a… a change, you come tell me.”

After the open wound was cleaned and bandaged, Brother Aidan covered it with a thick pad so we could turn Hugh onto his back. Removing his hauberk without hurting him seemed impossible. I just removed his gauntlets, worked the sabaton from his feet, and then chausses from his limp legs.

He was motionless, unaware of anything around him. Terrified, I fell to my knees beside my brother’s pallet and laid my hand on his chest. His chest rose and fell.

The day passed with agonizing slowness. More injured limped or were carried in. Brother Aidan checked Hugh’s bandage, his face looking grim, and replaced it. Moans and mutters calling for someone were a faint background to my misery. A scream of pain jerked me out of my fog. They were holding someone down as they straightened his broken leg, so I helped with that. But I could not stand to leave Hugh. What if he woke up alone? So I returned to his side.

“William,” Maldouen said and knelt beside me, making me jerk in surprise. “Your father sent me to tell you that the leaders are talking about mayhap having some sort of truce. So you are nae needed. He said you must nae fash yourself.” He crossed himself. “I will keep praying for him. He is a good man.”

I was not sure how much later it was when Father came. He knelt and brushed Hugh’s hair back from his face and called Brother Aidan over. “How long does he have, brother?”

The monk shook his head and laid a hand on my father’s shoulder. “The bleeding has slowed, but I see signs of corruption. Where it is in the head, I cannae lie that I have any hope of his living.”

Clamping a hand over his mouth, Father stifled a groan. But my chest was frozen, and I could not make a sound. We knelt together and Father said the prayers that I was too choked to speak. It was a summer day like this, the last time we had ridden through the dale. His mount had been much faster than my palfrey. Laughing, he had kicked to a gallop and left me far behind, but after a while, he had stopped and waited for me to catch up. We cooled off, swimming naked in the Douglas Water. Then, the next day, we each left for our own duties. We would never do that again.

When I touched Hugh’s hand, he was as hot as a smith’s forge. Sweat beaded on his forehead and dribbled down his flushed face. A solemn-faced monk, another, not Brother Aidan, brought me a bowl of water. I tore a strip of cloth from my surcoat and wet it. Crouched beside him, I wiped his forehead, neck, and hands. “Hugh, dinnae you die on me,” I begged. “I am nae finished with you.”

Suddenly, he flailed his arms and tossed his head, shouting garbled words. His poor head! Father held him so he did not injure himself as I sponged him. 

When the flailing stopped, I laid my hand on his chest. It was still. I bent over and pressed my ear to his chest, but there was no thud of his heart. I held my hand over his nose, begging for the feel of his breath. Nothing. 

He was gone.

Father moaned as he closed Hugh’s eyes. 

Tears burned my eyes and ran down my cheeks. I will never see you again in this world, my brother. Never again gallop through the dale, chasing the wind. Never call you a beloved loon…


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