Books Get Pimped and Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

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Hello, it’s Sunday and it’s time for the books of the horde to put on their high heels and mini skirts and strut their stuff up and down the blog page, and not come home again till they’ve made writers some money.  Note these are books sent to us by readers/frequenters of this blog.  Our bringing them to your attention does not imply that we’ve read them and/or endorse them, unless we specifically say so.  As with all such purchases, we recommend you download a sample and make sure it’s to your taste.  If you wish to send us books for next week’s promo, please email to bookpimping at outlook dot com.  One book per author per week. Amazon links only.

Nathan Bissonette, A Wizard in the Monastery

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A weary wizard. A cloistered cleric. An enchanted manuscript. Will they save the world, or destroy it?

Laura Montgomery, Mercenary Calling.

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Exoplanets. Terrorists. Lawyers…

Calvin Tondini has his first client, but he may be in over his head.

It’s the twenty-second century. Humanity’s first and only interstellar starship returns safely. Its mission to discover a habitable planet succeeded beyond all hopes, but there’s one problem. Captain Paolina Nigmatullin of the USS Aeneid left an unsanctioned human colony behind and now stands charged with mutiny.

Despite a somewhat spontaneous approach to his own career, life, and limb, Calvin intends to map a more cautious path for his new client. Captain Nigmatullin, however, shows an unnerving penchant for talk shows–appearing on them, that is–and otherwise ignoring her attorney’s sober counsel.

How can Calvin ensure his client’s freedom when death stalks the Aeneid‘s crew, and Nigmatullin herself hides secrets from everyone, even her lawyer?

Karen Meyers: The Chained Adept Bundle (Books 3-4): A Lost Wizard’s Tale.

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Broken Devices – Book 3 of The Chained Adept

CHAINS WITHOUT WIZARDS AND A RISING COUNT OF THE DEAD.

The largest city in the world has just discovered its missing wizards. It seems the Kigali empire has ignited a panic that threatens internal ruin and the only chained wizard it knows that’s still alive is Penrys.

The living wizards and the dead are not her people, not unless she makes them so. All they have in common is a heavy chain and a dead past—the lives that were stolen from them are beyond recall.

What remains are unanswered questions about who made them this way. And why. And what Penrys plans to do to find out.

On a Crooked Track – Book 4 of The Chained Adept

SETTING A TRAP TO CATCH THE MAKERS OF CHAINED WIZARDS.

A clue has sent Penrys back to Ellech, the country where she first appeared four short years ago with her mind wiped, her body stripped, and her neck chained. It’s time to enlist the help of the Collegium of Wizards which sheltered her then.

Things don’t work out that way, and she finds herself retracing a dead scholar’s crooked track and setting herself up as a target to confirm her growing suspicions. But what happens to bait when the prey shows its teeth?

In this conclusion to the series, tracking old crimes brings new dangers, and a chance for redemption.

Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

So what’s a vignette? You might know them as flash fiction, or even just sketches. We will provide a prompt each Sunday that you can use directly (including it in your work) or just as an inspiration. You, in turn, will write about 50 words (yes, we are going for short shorts! Not even a Drabble 100 words, just half that!). Then post it! For an additional challenge, you can aim to make it exactly 50 words, if you like.

We recommend that if you have an original vignette, you post that as a new reply. If you are commenting on someone’s vignette, then post that as a reply to the vignette. Comments — this is writing practice, so comments should be aimed at helping someone be a better writer, not at crushing them. And since these are likely to be drafts, don’t jump up and down too hard on typos and grammar.

If you have questions, feel free to ask.

Your writing prompt this week is:  private.

 

 

 

 

 

41 responses to “Books Get Pimped and Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

  1. Paul (Drak Bibliophile) Howard

    “No internet, No Television, No Phone?” Elizabeth asked.

    “Yep, I have my Agency communicator so the Agency can call me but this is my private place” Billy replied.

    Elizabeth smiled and said “Thank you for inviting me to your private place”.

  2. “What exactly is your problem, McGillicudy!” the grizzled sergeant demanded of the new recruit.

    “Sarge, I am sorry, Sarge, but I can’t tell you that, Sarge,” answered the trembling McGillicudy.

    “Why the flaming hell not, McGillicudy?” shouted the fuming sergeant at his quivering charge.

    “It’s just that it’s private, Sarge.”

  3. “Unicorns AREN’T horses with horns. They don’t herd. They are quite solitary, like some top predators – yet, they are not such. But catching one? A suicidal fool’s errand.”

    “I don’t want to catch a unicorn. No need to see one in person, even. I just want evidence they exist.”

  4. “Do not interfere with my private affairs,” said her mother, her voice low and ominous.
    “When you screech in the public streets about your affairs, they are no longer private. Do not expect me to treat them with more respect than you do.” She turned from her. “Solange. Go inside.”

  5. The maitre d’ looked down his nose at me as I walked in.
    “I have a reservation, under the name of Smith.”
    “Yes Mr. Smith, come this way please. We have the private room you requested, any more..guests?”
    “Just a couple, they should be here shortly. Won’t be able to miss them.”
    “Oh? How so?”
    “Wings and halos are hard to disguise apparently…”

  6. carlton mckenney

    Only semi-related. Did Elf Blood ever go beyond chapter 25?

  7. Olivia shrugged on her coat, told the room genie to wake itself up in a few hours and sauntered out the door with a spring in her step. Outside the cadet’s dorm and into the gathering dusk, a friendly voice. “Hey Harper, wait up! Nice jacket too, is it a replica?” “Nope.” replied Olivia, “Genuine twen-cen leather jacket. Belonged to my Granda.” “No way!” said her friend, Cadet-Candidate Alaina Kelsey, falling in beside Olivia. The sunset’s last rays illuminated the faces of the two young officer cadets, alight with the sense of liberation coming with their first off-base leave.

    “No-shit genuine truth Kelsey, I’ve had it since I was a kidlet. Granda was a real character, one of the first wave pioneers here on Starwell. Family legend has it he got it from his granda back in the day, and then he brought it with him on the first actual pioneer ship to land here on Starwell. According to him it saved his life at least half a dozen times in the first few years of pioneering. Not sure how much of that to believe though, Granda liked to tell tall tales when he was baby-sitting me.” Olivia finished with a chuckle.

    “He sounds like a character out of an old-time vid.” said Alaina with a smile. “Anyways, what you got planned for our first night of freedom in Eris knows how long!” she said. “I have no idea.” replied Olivia, “but it will probably involve at least one alcoholic drink and at least two mega-burgers with everything on the menu. If I have to eat one more alleged meal from that monument to the desecration of food, I’m going to find a nice private place and just curl up and DIE!”

    [Yes, it’s a repeat. WIP]

  8. In Group I said nothing, as expected. I was the “cherished” money earner; they were the thinkers, dreamers. In private I saw no justification for forcing her to stay. So I helped her go. No one knew how it had happened and I learned you can get away with one really big bad act if you’re seen as a good little widget.

  9. “Gwendolyn’s down for maintenance again?” cried Nigel Slim-Howland. “Why?”

    “A delicate matter, sir,” replied Jenkins. “I’m not apprised of the details.”

    “Blast!” grumbled Slim-Howland. “What could be so ‘delicate?’ She’s an android!”

    “As am I sir,” said Jenkins. “As they say: What happens at the technician’s, stays at the technicians.”

  10. Third discovery that I learned when I started being a girl full time? All you had to do to escalate “private” to private when you were just about anywhere is “I’m dealing with my period!” and suddenly everybody went the fuck off very quickly.

  11. When the Privy Councilman’s daughter, often privy to dinner discussions of the pirate raids, heard the news, she was dismayed. Concealing her grief, she withdrew from the table to closet herself in her boudoir, there to shed copious private tears for the daring privateer she had long loved in secret.

    ****
    50 words [and ducking!]

  12. “Captain, I had a thought.”

    “Don’t let it happen again. What?”

    “I was considering the spate of Antifa tantrums.”

    “So?”

    “You know the old saying, `a fascist is anyone winning an argument with a Liberal`?”

    “Yes, so?”

    “Sir, Liberals must be losing lots of arguments.”

    “Hmmmm … keep it to yourself.”

  13. “Impossible. That’s private data encapsulated in the object.”

    “That’s source code. How processors work is far more basic. We’re going to examine the compiled application.”

    “But … that’s impossible.”

    “Merely a hemorrhoid.”

    “What does that mean?”

    “Figure it out. Have everyone load it in file inspectors. And make strong coffee.”

  14. ‘Peabody, come into the office.’

    ‘Yes, sir,’ said Peabody entering the office.

    ‘Has it occurred to you at anytime in the six weeks that you have been with us, Peabody, that this exercise is intended to be a group effort.  Private Peabody, there is no private life in boot camp.’

  15. “Hey Joe! What are you doing?

    “I’m planting a private hedge.”

    “You mean privet hedge, don’t you?”

    “Nope. It’s a private hedge. I’m mixing poison ivy, blackberry canes and Hawthorne bushes in with the privet so I don’t have any more drug dealers and street walkers running through the yard.”

  16. Thanks, everybody, for the book pimping. Good luck storming the Kindle!

    Nathan – that’s a very succinct promo. You might want to offer the fish a larger bait.

  17. Rand worked his way through his email inbox, clicking one after another item to delete without reading. “Where is all this spam coming from?”

    Justin Forsythe looked over his shoulder. “Check your privacy settings. With the current political situation, Shepardsport is going to be target number one for digital intrusions.” He paused, frowned. “Most of these look like your typical Nigerian scams and offers for the sort of performance enhancers a Shep would enjoy. But there’s always a possibility one of them will have a malware payload that could represent a serious danger.”

    Neither of them needed to remark on how heavily a lunar settlement depended upon its computer systems. They’d both done enough work with them to be very aware.

  18. The final leg of the march through the mountain pass had met little resistance, and Captain Stewart and his company disarmed the last village without a struggle.
    The war was over.
    Stewart prayed his reward would be a private audience with the Pope… a cup of wine… and a blessing.

  19. It occurs to me, Sarah, that this gives a new meaning to the words, “_Madam_ Hoyt.”

  20. After discovering the replacement ink formulation contained an allergen that affected over half the colony, what had once been sage advice from an old master now became colonial law. “Artists, Writers, and Printers: do it in private, and wash your hands after. Or Else!”

  21. “What the heck is that?” asked Fred, staring at the thing in Jack’s garage.
    “It’s not finished,” replied Jack. He put down the wrench, stepped back, and contemplated the assemblage. Pulling another piece from the crate, he added, “I got the kit from Starfleet.”
    “You mean—”
    “It’s my private Enterprise.”

    Exactly 50!

  22. “Inspector Wiley? Mr. Obademi thinks he can recover more than half that floater’s stored memory.”

    “Thanks,” said the Inspector. That would help identify the companion they pulled from the Rappahannock yesterday. He felt dirty, though, like a voyeur. It’s not a person, he reminded himself. Companions have no private thoughts.

  23. Enjoying “Mercenary Calling” … thanks for the tip.
    Kudos to the ARTIST who conjured up the artwork at the top of this column!

  24. Ooh. A new book by the Manx Prize lady. Sweet!