Light Tripper Chapter Two

The next installment of Light Tripper for your reading pleasure….

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CHAPTER TWO

The more distance they put between themselves and the lounge, the louder Morgan started to laugh. Sal hadn’t found the funny side of what had happened just yet.

“That was insane,” Morgan said, trying to catch his breath. “We’ve still got it, kiddo!”

Sal frowned, relieved to catch sight of their ship as they rounded the last corridor. They hurried inside and Sal waited to be sure nothing followed them through the airlock before joining Morgan in the cockpit.

“Hurry up and get her in the air,” Sal said with urgency. “I don’t know how long it takes a Denian to regenerate and I don’t want to find out.”

“You cut off his freaking hand!” Morgan laughed. “You are amazing!”

Sal wanted to smile, Morgan’s laugh was infectious – a guffaw with a touch of snort – but she could smell the shine on him and his finger tips twinkled silver. He was high as a lunar satellite. Once he passed out in an hour or so, he wouldn’t remember any of this and Sal would be tasked with the unfortunately familiar job of cleaning him up.

She tried not to think about that for now, instead focusing on getting the hell off Enos. She took off Morgan’s cap and shoved it on his head. “Punch it.”

Morgan activated the holo-panel controls, retracting the heavy impact shields from the view ports. The engine began to moan, gears began to grind and there was a loud thump as the thrusters came online and ignited. Then… nothing. With a shudder and a shunt, the ship shut down.

“Not again!” Sal whined. “I told you we needed to get that left thruster repaired.”

“We don’t need it repaired, it just needs some Sal magic. Go and do your thing.”

“I almost blew it up last time!” Sal argued.

“Well then I guess we’ll just sit here, wait for Kar to grow his limb back and kill us both.” Morgan leaned back, tipped his cap over his eyes and rested his hands behind his head.

Amidst their own bickering, a third voice called loudly from outside. At first Sal guessed the Denians had caught up with them, but then she sighted a small posse of new faces gathered at the nose of the ship.

She squinted for a better look. “Is that Moda?”

Sal could make out the leader of the group, a tall woman whose brown skin was all but covered in tattoos; a map of sharp lines and sequential dots which identified her as Foundry property. But Moda had taken power of those brands the day she murdered her enslavers and she used her new found freedom and the implants the Foundry had assimilated to her human body to hunt down bounties.

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Introducing…. Light Tripper

Oh, hi there. How are you? Good, that’s good.

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While the Ardentia series gets a face lift, I’d like you to meet my latest project, a Sci-Fi Space Opera called, Light Tripper.

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I’ll be posting chapters on the blog before the edited version makes its way to ebook for purchase.

The Morpheus system sits on the edge of the galaxy, a refuge for smugglers, bounty hunters and infamous space pirates. It is a world built upon few rules; lawless, leaderless and unaffected by the growing influence of the Planetary Alliance, a benevolent military force who bring salvation and peace to a divided universe. But there are rumours. Whispers of vanishing colonies and children herded like cattle. Morpheus continues to turn a blind eye, but what will become of them if the P.A. decides to expand its dominion?

For now Sal Tripp will just focus on what she does best. Bagging the biggest bounties in the system, aided by powers she doesn’t understand. Sal is strong, fast and can manipulate energy, channeling it through weapons with destructive results. But fearful of what her fellow space scum might do to her if they ever found out, Sal keeps her ability a secret that she shares with the only person she trusts, her vice-ridden father, a former Planetary Alliance pilot who owes credits to every gangster in the galaxy. Together they navigate the stars in their derelict ship, Light Tripper.

That’s before a blown thruster puts them at the mercy of the system’s most ruthless crime boss and weaves their path with a hardened super soldier who puts a higher value on Sal’s life than she believes it deserves. Then a giant P.A. battle cruiser descends on Morpheus and suddenly their way of life is threatened.

But this is not a simple invasion. The P.A. want more than territory, more than resources. Sal is thrust into a rebellion and her painful nightmares might just turn out to be terrifying realities. She will need to harness her power, unravel the lies and unite a system of despicable scoundrels to fight for freedom.

I hope you enjoy and please leave any comments/critiques in the comments section!

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

Of all the cesspits in Morpheus, Enos Station was the nastiest.

Sal paced the cockpit like a cat in a cage. The ship had been docked in the Enos cargo bay for two hours. Morgan should have been back by now.

“Just need a word with an old buddy,” he’d said before he left. “Maybe a quick drink.”

After all these years, how was Sal still falling for the same goopa?

In and out without having to endure the sleaziest third-class space station in the outer systems? Such a feat would require Morgan to keep his word. Sal promised herself again this would be the last time she’d believe him.

She thumped her fist against the off-white ceiling panel above her. The holographic control board twitched and fizzled, static blaring. Another thump stabilized it. She tapped several of the green symbols, then waved the projection aside.

A panel to her left opened and the weapon rack slowly began to eject, the ear-splitting sound of scraping metal filling the cabin. Sal groaned gutturally, tapping her foot. A Nothrosian with six broken legs could move faster.

As soon as there was room, Sal squeezed her hand between the grates, grabbing the PEP revolver. She popped out the cartridge and cursed Morgan some more when she saw a red blinking light taunting her. He was always forgetting to charge the thing.

Sal had won her fair share of fist fights, but when it came to survival upon this million tonne hunk of rusted steel, she fancied her odds a touch more with her revolver in hand. She spit into her palm and rubbed her fingers together to create some friction.

Strikes of blue light broke through her skin, sparking and crackling in sporadic surges. It took all her strength to harness this fist-full of lightning and before she accidentally melted her face off, Sal gripped the cartridge and transferred the energy. Each of the eight chambers flicked green as it charged and by the end Sal was drained. It was always more exhausting generating energy cold, where she had juice to spare if she’d been chasing down a bounty or punching in a face beforehand. The aftermath was the same though. Shaping that energy made her damn hungry.

Sal was startled by banging and cursing that flooded from beneath the floor.

She wasn’t often caught off guard.

“Hey!” She stamped her foot. “Keep stuhm down there!”

What was going on beneath the floor was a problem that would be dealt with later.

Sal loaded the revolver and tucked it into the waistband of her skin-tight cargo pants, keeping it out of sight beneath her well-worn, red leather jacket. Sal twisted her dark, frizzy mess of hair into a knot, then yanked Morgan’s cap over the top. The thing stunk of smoke and cheap moonshine and was printed with a semi-naked Plokami female, her tentacles placed strategically to keep it classy.

Sal rolled her shoulders, sucked in a breath thick with dread, then stormed to the back of the ship and hit the airlock button. With the same finesse of the weapon rack, the airlock opened.

Immediately Sal was bombarded by the bustling din. The cargo bay was overrun with scabs – space transients and general shady types – all clumsily competing to refuel the ship or scrape the thruster scorch from the wing, anything for a few credits to spend at the bars or risk at the dice tables. Sal vigorously shooed them away. Like she had credits to spare.

Most were harmless, everyone had to eke out some sort of living, but it was the ones with the silver-stained fingertips that you needed to watch for. Dust didn’t wash off skin easy.

Sal had never partaken herself, she had enough trouble controlling the lightning in her veins without adding some powder concoction to the mix, but she had seen what it did to people. Most were calm, content to quietly enjoy their hallucinations, but others were just a bad trip away from clawing your face off. Those were the ones that Sal wouldn’t hesitate to unload her revolver into and no one was likely to say boo about it.

After all, this was Morpheus. There was no Planetary Alliance, no border control, no regulations and no standards. The only code around here was a moral one, and people with those were few and far between. That’s why Enos flourished. Its owners didn’t care about your principles or purpose in the galaxy, as long as you had credits to lose you were welcome and the station was not starved for punters. It offered services banned in most systems, including its infamous dice tables, where entire fortunes and bodily organs could be won or lost in a hand. Sal had heard tales of a captain losing not only his ship, but his entire crew. It didn’t surprise her though, Morgan had won their ship in a similar fashion.

Sal headed for the cargo bay exit, but had barely taken a step before being shoulder barged by another Enos arrival. There was drawn-out hiss as Sal was confronted by an eight foot, scaly-skinned Libraton.

“Watch where you’re going, human!” He flicked his forked tongue at her.

Instinctively, Sal reached for her revolver, but quickly reconsidered. Where there was one Libraton, there were another ten skulking around and this was a relatively small one. The others would likely be its larger siblings.

She bit her tongue, digging her hands into her jacket pockets and walking out of the cargo bay with her eyes set on the floor. She only glanced up to read the neon signs directing visitors to each entertainment hub.

The Dago Lounge was the largest bar on Enos and the best place to start her search. The most powerful bosses in the outer systems liked to congregate there and where there was underworld wealth, there were down-and-out space-bums on the hunt for a quick and easy way to score credits.

That was Morgan to a T, and Sal hoped she would find him under the first rock she kicked over rather than having to investigate some of the seedier joints. She was in no mood to drag him from the pleasure pits again.

She approached the heavy, sealed doors of the lounge and was abruptly halted by the doorman.

He was a pale skinned Eriog, not remarkably tall or well built, but by reputation incredibly strong. He was dressed sharply in a dark suit and wore a wide black visor over his eyes, a thin blue line darting back and forth across its shiny surface.

He put his hand on Sal’s shoulder.

She swiftly batted it away.

The Eriog replied by retrieving a sonic revolver from his jacket and pointing it directly at Sal’s head.

Sal frowned, raising her arms lazily in half-hearted surrender which the Eriog accepted, holstering his gun. He lifted the bill of Sal’s cap and leaned toward her dark, brown eyes. The blue line upon his visor began to zigzag and hum as it processed information.

“Human female.”

Sal nodded. “Yep.”

“No diseases or infections.”

Sal signed. “That’s good news.”

“Abnormality in genetic make-up. Explain?”

Sal was suddenly nervous. She didn’t let it show. “I don’t know, guy. I just work here.”

She waited for the Eriog’s response, again feeling an itch to grab her gun and see for herself just how strong he was, but fortunately he didn’t seem interested in further details. He continued to speak blankly in his monotone voice.

“No outstanding warrants or bounties. Not currently banned by Enos management. Entry approved.”

The large steel doors slid open, flooding the corridor with pounding bass music and blinding laser lights.

“Welcome to The Dago Lounge.”

Sal feigned a smile and dragged herself inside, the doors slamming shut behind her. It was hard to make out anything against the flashing strobe lights, faces there one moment then gone the next. Further disorientating were the holograms projected in the giant room. Sal looked down to find herself upon a pitch black sky, dressed with a million stars. The walls and ceiling were the same, no sign of the cold, hard steel that encased them, instead the patrons walked amongst the dazzling vastness of Morpheus. It was magnificent and the first thing Sal had found on Enos that she liked, but she’d always been in love with the stars. It was the jerks that populated them that were the problem.

Sal glided through the constellations, making her way to the bar. She pushed past a group of blue-skinned Quisons, avoiding their bushy tails that swished in time with the music.

“What’ll it be?” the bartender asked, putting a glass down in front of her as she took a seat.

Sal was surprised to see the young man was human, all painted and glittered, decorated like a prop and wearing a tight shirt with alternating graphics. He was probably cute under all that eyeshadow and Sal was alarmingly aware of how long it had been since she’d had her itch scratched, not to mention that human men were hard to find. But he was just so… sparkly.

“Not much of a drinker,” she said.

“Maybe you’re after something else?” He leaned forward. “A taste of that silver supernova?”

Sal frowned. “Really? No foreplay? Just straight into the hard sell?”

The bartender raised his arms defensively. “I thought I felt a vibe and I was just trying to speed things up. I can normally pick ’em.”

“Anyone else given you a vibe tonight?” Sal asked. “Tattoos, grey stubble, stinks of moonshine and self-loathing?”

The bartender grinned. “Oh, you’re looking for Morgan, huh? He’s over there.”

He tipped his head to a darkened corner and Sal soon spied Morgan sitting at a table flanked by a cast of unseemly characters. Sal wasted no time forcing a path through the dance floor, earning profanities and hand gestures that transcended language barriers.

She arrived just as Morgan tossed up two glowing blue dice. Sal snatched them from the air.

“Time to go,” she snapped.

Opus was the only player at the table she recognised. Most Gordites looked alike, all loose-hanging skin and tusks, but Opus had a condition that left his face covered in disgusting, pus-filled cysts. Even so, he wasn’t the ugliest Gordite Sal had ever encountered. They were in general, not an attractive species, but they were clever and ruthless.

“Why, is that little Sal Tripp?” Opus bellowed, his sagging chin skin flapping as he spoke. “You were just a youngling last I saw you.”

“And you were less oozy,” Sal replied, gesturing to a freshly popped cyst on his forehead. Opus had a pretty Plokami woman at his side who quickly dabbed up his dripping goop with a cloth.

She narrowed her eyes. “Morgan,” she said firmly.

Morgan sat silent, his gaze was distant, seemingly waiting for the dice to land even though Sal had been holding them for a time now.

“Dad!” Sal yelled.

At last he stirred from his daze. His hair was shaggy, dark blonde and flecked with grey. He was tall, even sitting down and had strong arms covered in tattoos, mostly poorly drawn animals, but there were also words in languages that Sal didn’t understand and Morgan didn’t want to educate her on. He gave his glazed blue eyes a rub.

“Sal. What are you doing here? I told you to wait in the ship.”

“Ship,” Opus laughed loudly. “That’s no ship. It’s a scrap heap with thrusters.”

“I’ve been waiting,” Sal said. “You’ve been gone for hours.”

“I always meant to ask, Morgan,” Opus started. “Why is it that Sal has this delicious brown skin when you’re a dirty, pale sack of goopa?”

The players erupted with laughter.

Morgan’s face was overcome with bliss. “Sal’s mama was an island princess,” he sighed. “Some place with palm trees and water like blue glass for miles. Where was it again, Sal?”

Sal folded her arms impatiently. “You’re the one telling the story.”

“Ugh, I forget…I remember the hips though,” Morgan snorted. “And the rack.”

The players turned to Opus for translation.

“Oomas.” Opus grunted, simulating overly large breasts with his hands.

The players laughed again and Sal wasn’t interested in learning any more Gordite dialect.

“Well this has been great. Morgan. Let’s go.”

“Yes. Runaway, Captain Tripp, like a good little coward. I would expect nothing less of the Planetary Alliance.”

All attention now belonged to the Denian who had so far been silent at the end of the table, though his fierce one-eyed glare was reserved solely for Sid.

Morgan squinted to make out his face. “Do I know you, friend?”

“You do not and I have never been your friend.”

Sal could confirm that he was no acquaintance of the Tripps, there were only a handful of Denians in Morpheus to begin with. But he was certainly familiar with Morgan, enough to know that he was ex-Planetary Alliance.

It wasn’t a closely guarded secret. Most of Morgan’s tattoos were from when he served and everyone this side of the Koji Divide had been forced to endure a grand tale of adventure from the lips of the P.A’s finest fighter pilot. But it also wasn’t a past that Morgan sang from every corner of the system.

For every fond memory he shared there were a hundred he tried to kill with shine and dust. He was also mindful of those unhappy with the Planetary Alliance’s expanding influence throughout the galaxy; those who saw them as oppressors rather than saviours and didn’t much care that Morgan’s status was no longer current. It didn’t take a genius to see which club the Denian belonged to. His revulsion was palpable.

Opus grumbled. “That’s enough, Kar. Talk like that has no place here. Let the rest of the galaxy worry about the Planetary Alliance. They are no threat in Morpheus and neither is Morgan.”

Sal wasn’t surprised to hear Opus defending her father, for whatever the reason he was one of the few friends Sid had. She just didn’t expect him to say such things out loud within earshot of others.

Kar the Denian fell silent and Sal thought this as good a time as any to attempt a hasty exit.

“Well this was swell,” she chuckled with half a smile. “But we have to be going.”

Kar reacted immediately, pulling back his long coat to reveal a holstered gun. Sal noticed a small symbol embroidered on the left of his shirt. A solid black crescent moon within a blood-red sphere. Kar didn’t give her time to ask for its meaning.

“He’s not going anyway until we’re done talking. Until he looks me in the eye and admits what a filthy fashtapa he is.”

Morgan laughed. “I can’t even admit that to myself. What makes you think you’d get the honour… friend?”

Sal rolled her eyes. Morgan was smiling. This was going to get ugly.

From the shadows came two more Denians and they took position either side of Kar, their bony fingers grasping the same style of gun.

Sal looked to Opus but he was all done talking. There was no way he was going to take a bullet for Morgan.

She sighed. “I guess there’s only one way out of this then. Best just roll those dice, Sid.”

At first Morgan didn’t follow, but slowly a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. He nodded knowingly and said, “Alright, baby.”

He threw the dice in the air and even Kar couldn’t help but watch them fly.

Sal moved quickly, roundhouse kicking the first Denian bodyguard across the face and sending him to the floor. As he fell she used him for leverage, propelling herself upward and straddling the second bodyguard’s shoulders. Sal drove her clenched fist hard into its eye and the Denian howled briefly before Sal tightened her thighs around its neck and flipped backwards, spinning the Denian over the top of her.

In the mean time, Morgan had pulled a large serrated blade from his waistband, a knife he called ‘The Deal Breaker’, and had skewered Kar’s gun hand to the table.

With his associates subdued, Sal grabbed her revolver and pushed it hard against Kar’s temple.

“Sorry, Kar,” Morgan said, gathering his worn jacket from the back of his chair. “My little girl wants to get going and you know how kids can be.”

Kar’s lips were trembling furiously, his mouth frothing like a rabid dog desperate to attack.

Sal reminded him with a shove that she had a fully charged energy gun pointed at his head.

“I’m going to rip you apart,” Kar muttered. “But you’ll still be alive when I start eating you.”

“Hey. What do you call a Denian with a broken nose and a missing hand?” Sal asked.

Before he could answer, Sal drove her elbow into Kar’s face, instantly breaking his nose. She then wrenched the Deal Breaker from his flesh and sliced his hand from his wrist in one strike.

Those at the table were aghast with horrified gasps and winces as Kar cried out in agony.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” Sal groaned. “It’ll grow back.”

Morgan grabbed his knife and wiped Kar’s green blood on his trousers. “That is nasty, Sal.”

He took her by the hand and together they fled The Dago Lounge, barging into patrons who seemed more upset about their spilled drinks than the mutilated Denians giving chase from the dice table. Sal was surprised they recovered so quick. She moved her feet faster, her fingers laced tightly with Morgan’s, then she let out a yelp when someone snatched her other hand. At first she thought it was Kar and she braced herself for a likely ass-kicking. Instead she found herself face to face with another human; a tall man with the darkest eyes she had ever seen. His stare was piercing and meant only for her even though there were a million dazzling distractions. His mouth and jaw were obscured with a black scarf and he stood tall and broad, holding Sal’s hand hard against his chest.

Sal felt her knees wobble briefly. He was human, big and pleasantly shaped and wasn’t wearing a speck of glitter. He was practically perfect. It was a shame Sal didn’t have time to swap details. Judging by the commotion and ripple through the crowd, Kar was only a few feet away.

“Can I get that back?” Sal asked, nodding toward her hand.

“You have to come with me,” he said flatly.

“Oh. I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to, fella.”

Great, he was a crazy. Why did he have to talk and ruin it?

Sal attempted to yank herself free, but he didn’t relent an inch and all the while Morgan was tugging impatiently on her other hand.

“Sal. What’s the hold up?”

She puffed her cheeks. “Alright, you’ve had your fun, psycho. Now let go.”

The man said nothing and only clutched her tighter.

Sal had lost her patience. She wriggled her fingers free of Morgan and swiped her revolver from her belt. She pointed it between her would-be kidnapper’s eyes. “I can’t miss from here.”

His broad chest heaved a long disgruntled breath and he reluctantly released her.

Sal could see Kar now, charging through the crowd. She looked upon the stranger one last time and still his eyes were adhered to her as if she were the only person in the room. It was intrusive and intimidating and Sal didn’t like it. Before she could ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, he whipped back his coat and pulled out a plasma shotgun. It cocked with a whoosh and just when Sal thought he was going to blow an unsightly hole in her head, he spun on his heels and unloaded a round into one of Kar’s men instead. He glanced over his shoulder.

“Run then.”

Sal didn’t need to be told twice. Morgan had already found her hand again and was dragging her to the doors of the Dago Lounge.

Apparently amputations and shotgun fire were nothing unusual. The Eriog doorman waved farewell as they ran past and encouraged them to visit again.

Interview with J.L. Tomlinson

I was fortunate enough to be interviewed on Magda’s delicious blog. Enjoy!

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j-l-tomlinsonWelcome back bookworms!

It’s time for another interview, this time with a fantastic J.L. Tomlinson – a fantasy writer with quite an imagination straight from New Zeland :). Her new book is about to come out – the third volume of Ardentia series. Stories of magic, friendship and a quest for the better future.

Check out her answers to some of my annoying questions 😉 and remember to visit the Stalker zone at the bottom!

Your book “The Empyrean Key” starts off with the trio of characters, can you tell us how they got together?

Jahna, Lilac and Silko were all born in Groden Cove which is a small beach village in the land of Ardentia, where the series takes place. Each of them was bullied or ostracised for different reasons; Jahna is half Narcean (a dark-skinned race of telepaths and prophets); Lilac has always been quite masculine and finds it…

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Why I love to eat runny eggs and objectify Ben Foster

Let’s just get this out of the way. I am an egg-maniac. They are delicious in any of their magnificent forms. Boiled. Scrambled. Fried. Saladed. Omeletted. Bacon and Egg Pied. Alright, some of those aren’t words, but you get the drift.

Why am I talking about eggs you ask? Is it because just this morning I had runny boiled eggs and toast soldiers? Yes, probably, but also a resounding no! But mostly yes.

Eggs are a badass super food. Here’s why.

Yellow is a great colour. It was dominant in the X-Men TV series uniform and that show was hella badass. Bada-bada-ba-da-da

 

Chickens are descended from dinosaurs who were badass, especially this guy…

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I’m a  Pachycephalosaurus. I’m gonna headbutt the crap out of you. Rawr.

 

Eggs are the favoured prop for great badass athletic competitions such as the dreaded egg throw or the treacherous egg and spoon race…

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Move your ass kid, this isn’t a game!!!

But you know what’s not cool? Chickens in cages! Oh yeah, I’m about to get controversial on you. I’m a pro-free ranger. Let the chickens run, man. Let them peck in the dirt and and feel the sun on those gross red things on their necks.

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I wouldn’t like sitting in a cage all day, and I sure wouldn’t lay any eggs, I can guarantee that. In conclusion, as I look at my massacred breakfast, I ❤ eggs and I hope you do too.

And so this brings us to the next issue of the day. The Warcraft movie.

Did I love it? No. I’m far too obsessed with the lore to pretend that story was accurate. However, if I knew nothing about Warcraft, I’d have to say it was a pretty great fantasy movie.

For starters. Durotan was WONDERFUL. He’s always been my all time favourite character and even though his depiction wasn’t accurate, I still squeed like crazy to see him on screen.

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Khadgar was also great, I felt that Travis Fimmel was still just playing Ragnar from Vikings, but the best part, and some might find this odd… Did anyone else think that Medivh was ridiculously hot?

So, I’ve never considered the Guardian of Tirisfal an uber stud but dammmmmmmmnnnn. Ben Foster can sure work those feathers. Now, I know that I’m probably the only person who has this opinion, mostly because I google image  searched “Medivh Ben Foster no shirt making golem wowzers” and there were ZERO results. Or maybe I just need to refine my key words… who knows, I’m not a magician.

But did you guys see that? When Lothar shows up at Karazhan, and Medivh is on that scaffolding, moulding that golem with his mage hands, in his leather pants, and all shirtless and kind of pasty. Schwing…

Also one of the qualities I look for in a man is the ability to wield powerful magic, so that ticked a box.

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So I just realised I have many more thoughts on the Warcraft movie. I shouldn’t have talked about eggs for so long… So I’ll continue my musings at a later date. I’m not going to commit to a day, because you all know I’m flakey.

Just subscribe to updates or something. Follow me on Twitter where I say fun things like “Anyone seen my keys?” or follow me on Facebook where I post pictures of terrifying sinkholes! (They will consume us one day)

Alright, love you, bye.

The curious disappearance of Jo and other mysteries

Tis been a while since my last blog post, I’ll give you that.

What have I been doing you may ask? Well I’ve been doing some writing, doing some reading, oh, AND I’VE BEEN GIVING BIRTH TO TWINS!!!!!

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Funny story. My husband, who from this point forward will be known as The Bearded Beefcake…

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or T.B.B for short, decided that our perfect (hahahahaha, right) little family unit could do with some new talent. So we wrote many letters to Santa because everyone knows that’s where babies come from and what did that sadistic son of whorish reindeer do? He put twins in me! That was double the babies required. Santa was obviously feeling very generous. I hope you kids put in requests for big ticket items last Christmas.

I actually had a feeling it might be twins. I just needed to think about peeing on my pregnancy test for that sucker to show positive and what I thought were cramps were in fact two aliens terraforming my womb.

What do they look like is the question I’m sure you’re asking. I’d love to show you a picture, they are cute, but I’m holding out for one of those big million dollar magazine spread deals, so I’ll give you an interpretation instead.

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Aren’t they beautiful? This is a very accurate representation. Even though they’re identical, they are quite easy to tell apart.

Twin 1 is wearing the pink nappy and speaking french, while Twin 2 is the surly one in the pink nappy whose job it is to cry just as I’ve put my toast in the toaster. For you toast connoisseurs out there, you’ll know that cold toast pretty much tastes like, well, cold toasted bread. Sure, it’s still high in fibre I guess, but it is super low in yum.

Anyways, I’ve finally reached a point in my twin-wrangling where I can start getting back to the things I enjoy. Like writing, blogging and confusing door-to-door salespeople by standing at the window staring at them while they knock. They’re all like, “are you going to answer the door?” and I’m all like *blank stare* and then they slowly walk away.

That’ll show those smug clipboard carriers. They think they’re so cool in their puffer jackets. You know, I could get a picture of myself laminated and hang it around my neck on a lanyard if I wanted to. You’re not better than me, salespeople! I don’t want to change power companies!!!!!

Anyways. I’ll have more twin tales to come, as well as other exciting rants such as “Are my shoes shrinking?” and “You’re not allowed to park your car there. Why are you parking your car there?”

On the writing front, I’ve recently finished a YA space opera which was a lot of fun and got me back into writing after such a long break. Now time to hit Light of Mytis, Ardentia 3. I think people have waited long enough.

I’ll be releasing more details in the coming weeks, but for now, you can add Light of Mytis to your Goodreads TBR.

Chat more soon.

 

 

Blog update: Time for a new book!

Oh, hi. Remember me?

I don’t even know where the last few months have gone. I hope they’ve been great for you, lots of happy family memories, career goals achieved, maybe a long lost relative appearing from nowhere and presenting you with a ridiculously enormous family fortune. That would be pretty sweet.

What have I been doing? Writing. Always writing… and as you know…

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My latest book, Veil of the Corrupter, was released in April and I have been overwhelmed with the response I’ve received from readers. Thank you so much to all those who purchased a copy or took the time to read and review an ARC. You have no idea how much your support means to me.

Veil was such a fun book to write and now it’s time to get to work on the 3rd book in the Ardentia series. The Light of Mytis is underway with a synopsis and cover ready in a couple of months.

I am also writing some Ardentia novellas which is exciting. The first will focus on the character, Sylviette, and will centre around the events that caused her to leave Narcea and also her fateful meeting with Myole.

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I know. You can’t wait. These novellas will be free on my blog.

I also have a side project. Do you like the paranormal?

Do you like romance?

Do you like… PARANORMAL ROMANCE!!??!

Then I may have a treat for you. I’ve been curious about Wattpad for sometime now, and with paranormal romance being quite a saturated market, I thought it might be fun to use Wattpad as a place for my own addition to the genre.

This is a work in progress, and I’ll be putting up a new chapter each week. When it’s all done, I’ll pull it down and give it an edit and a look over, so be sure to check in each week to see if it’s up your alley.

Please be aware that unlike the Ardentia series, this is more adult-ish.

Check the deets, yo

Click here to read Here After by J.L. Tomlinson via Wattpad.com

When Nick loses Karen, the life they had planned suddenly becomes a painful memory.

Each day is a struggle as he goes through the motions to live some sort of semblance of a life without her, attending medical school and indulging friends and family who tell him it’s time to move on.

A chance meeting reintroduces him to Sam, the odd lilac haired girl who frequents the cemetery and always says the wrong thing. Sam can often be found talking to herself, which is worrisome considering she’s studying to be a doctor just like Nick. But Sam isn’t talking to herself, she’s speaking to those that linger, to spirits who walk between the veil of the living and the dead.

Nick’s logical mind tells him that such a thing is insane, that is until Sam reveals her newest ghostly acquaintance is Karen.

As Nick delves deeper into the unnatural and unsettling world that Sam endures daily, he will question if a broken heart can ever truly be healed and if true love really can transcend the here and the here after.

Calling all Beta Readers

For future books, I am wanting to put together a group of beta readers for feedback on my novels. If you’re a fan of my writing and would like to be be a part of this beta group, please send me an email at jotomlinsontales@gmail.com.

Beta readers will be the first to read my books in their edited draft form and receive delicious swag such as paperbacks and lollipops.

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and now for…

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What am I totally obsessed with you may ask.

VIKINGS OMGWTFYESYESYES VIKINGS!!?!??!?!1111??

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It’s just gah, crazy good. Why does it always take me so long to get on the bandwagon of something awesome?

Yes, I’m talking to you gangnam style…

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Anyways. Vikings is fan-friggin-tastic. The writing is great, the cinematography is great, the costumes are great, and oh yes TRAVIS FIMMEL IS MAGNIFICENT. Let’s get past the fact that the man is beautiful. You know how I feel about beards. His portrayal of Ragnar is superb. It is so delicate and subtle, he is absolutely mesmerising. Watch it now. It’s just so good.

End of update.

Countdown To Veil – Oh The Excitement!!!!??!!!!

I’ve been the worst blogger. I know. My legions (or handful, give or take) of loyal readers have gone full-on crazy in my absence no doubt.

The good news is, I’ve been busy WRITING which is what this blog is all about.

The bad news? I have a severe KitKat addiction. They are amazeballs.

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The big news of the day is of course…

Veil of the Corrupter releases in four weeks!!!!

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Read an excerpt here.

Veil has more action, more danger, more excitement but still with the same low calories. That means you can read Veil guilt free!

And for those who haven’t started their journey into Ardentia yet (yeah, you in the back with the chips), The Empyrean Key is 99c at various online retailers. Find the links here!

Veil of the Corrupter is getting some great early reviews. The amazing blogger, Sparrowhawk, has posted her review of the advanced reading copy she received and in true Sparrowhawk form, it was amazingly detailed and beautifully presented. She also gave Veil 5 STARS which is an added bonus. Check it out here!

giveaway

I have another giveaway going on Goodreads. This is for an autographed paperback of Veil of the Corrupter. Go enter!

Goodreads Giveaway – Open Internationally –
One signed paperback of Veil of the Corrupter

Time to start work on the third book in the Ardentia series, as well as a couple of other projects I have on the side.

Be sure to spread the word, get more people reading The Empyrean Key and be sure to pre-order Veil of the Corrupter!