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Competition War of The Worlds sequel

January 13, 2017 - 3:10 pm No Comments

Thanks to those generous people @Gollancz we are offering one lucky UK winner a chance to win ~ Massacre of Mankind by Stephen Baxter.

 

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A word from PR Guru @steviefinegan

Hello all,

I’m very excited to tell you about this; The Massacre of Mankind is a brilliant way to start the year. It is written by one of the UK’s best-known and most well-respected SF authors, continuing on from where HG Wells left off with The War of the Worlds. It’s already seen some fantastic reviews in The Times and SFX Magazine, not to mention that the Guardian named it as one of their top books to look out for in 2017?

Stephen will be doing a few events across the country.
· 12:30pm – 1:30pm Thursday 19th Jan, Waterstones Birmingham – Lunchtime signing
· 6:30pm Thursday 19th Jan, Waterstones Nottingham – Evening talk and signing
· 6:30pm Friday 20th Jan, Blackwell’s Edinburgh – Evening talk and signing

If you live close by do come along and meet Stephen, it would be great to see you.
All the best,

Stevie

 

120 years on from THE WAR OF THE WORLDS…
The authorised sequel, written by one of the world’s greatest science fiction authors
THE
MASSACRE
OF
MANKIND

STEPHEN BAXTER

Published by Gollancz
19 January 2017
Hardback £18.99 | eBook £9.99 | Audiobook £19.99

It has been 14 years since the Martians invaded England. The world has moved on, always watching the skies but content that we know how to defeat the Martian menace. Machinery looted from the abandoned capsules and war-machines has led to technological leaps forward. The Martians are vulnerable to earth germs. The Army is prepared.

So when the signs of launches on Mars are seen, there seems little reason to worry. Unless you listen to one man, Walter Jenkins, the narrator of Wells’ book. He is sure that the Martians have learned, adapted, understood their defeat. He is right. Thrust into the chaos of a new invasion, a journalist – sister-in-law to Walter Jenkins – must survive, escape and report on the war. The Massacre of Mankind has begun.

‘Stephen Baxter is arguably Wells’s current representative on Earth.’’
– BBC Radio 4’s Inside Science

STEPHEN BAXTER is the pre-eminent science fiction writer of his generation. He has co-written with Terry Pratchett and Alastair Reynolds and written sequels to the works of other scifi greats including Arthur C Clarke. Published around the world, he has also won major awards in the UK, US, Germany and Japan. Born in 1957 he has degrees from Cambridge and Southampton. He lives in Northumberland with his wife and is a HG Wells expert.

Stevie Finegan, Press Officer @StevieFinegan

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Competition – Sarah Pinborough Behind her Eyes

January 12, 2017 - 6:59 pm No Comments

Awesomeness – Harper Collins have offered a copy of Behind Her Eyes by Sarah Pinborough to you, Terror Tree readers!

Louise

Since her husband walked out, Louise has made her son her world, supporting them both with her part-time job. But all that changes when she meets…

David

Young, successful and charming – Louise cannot believe a man like him would look at her twice let alone be attracted to her. But that all comes to a grinding halt when she meets his wife…

Adele

Beautiful, elegant and sweet – Louise’s new friend seems perfect in every way. As she becomes obsessed by this flawless couple, entangled in the intricate web of their marriage, they each, in turn, reach out to her.

But only when she gets to know them both does she begin to see the cracks… Is David really is the man she thought she knew and is Adele as vulnerable as she appears?
Just what terrible secrets are they both hiding and how far will they go to keep them?

To be in with a chance to win this hugely anticipated mystery/thrill book by the very talented Sarah Pinborough here’s what you do:

1) Like our Facebook Page https://www.facebook.com/TerrorTree

2) Share this post with the Amazon Links to the book on Facebook or Twitter then notify us on our Facebook Page under the competition post.

 

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Eroticon Competition Fusion

November 26, 2016 - 12:35 am No Comments

Fusion

Theresa Derwin

The gateway only opened for a few seconds but it was long enough to let them escape. I jumped through after the dark-fae, desperate to fuse the two partitions shut before anymore breached the city.

It was my job to guard the entrance; and I had failed. How many had snuck through that breach?

I sniffed the air, scenting for traces of dark magic.

There. Just a hint.

I grabbed my dagger and headed towards the dark-fae.

***

It took me a little over forty minutes to track him; would’ve took a purebred longer, but I was good. And I was a halfling.

I smelled him before I saw him, all apple and spice; yummy.
I’d known that dark-fae were pretty irresistible, but this one was breathtaking. He was at least 6ft 3in, broad shoulders swathed in a long black coat, shoulder-length brown hair, and piercing green eyes. And those lips. Damn, I felt my lady parts clench at the thought of him.

Molly, get control!

I took a deep breath and edged towards him, blade at the ready in case, dousing him in sleep-dust.

He dropped to the ground of the alleyway in a heap.

Good. I needed him alive.

***
The dark-fae came around slowly, shaking his head to rouse himself. Even that small action aroused me. He grunted, shook his head again, opening those gorgeous green eyes.
“Morning handsome,” I said.
“Ugh, what happened?” His voice was deep, throaty. I liked it.
I liked him. But I shouldn’t like anything about him. He was the bad guy.

“I’m not a bad guy really,” he said, with a smile.

Huh, I don’t remember saying that out loud.

“You didn’t,” he said, “I can hear your thoughts girl, you’re practically screamin at me.”

“Yeah right. And don’t call me girl!” I admonished.

“Seriously, I’m a reformed character,” he said, completely ignoring my ‘girl’ comment.

I snorted, splashing him with sugar-water.

He screamed, and fought against his bonds.

Good luck, I thought. Those chains were iron.

When he’d got over screaming he glared at me, and I stumbled back as I ‘heard’ him in my head ‘saying’ “Iron? Thanks for that!”

Fae were kind of allergic to iron.
Then the penny dropped; he could hear my thoughts and I could hear his. What the holy f-

“Yep, girl- sorry, Molly. We can hear each other. We’re mates.”

“We’re not even on speaking terms, let alone mates you idiot! And why would that mean – oh!”

Oh, crap, double crap, he meant mates as in life-mates, lovers, shag buddies.

“Oh you’re so romantic,” he said, “can’t wait to get you into bed! That’ll be fun.”

“You should be so lucky!” I snarled, offended despite the fact I so had no intention of sleeping with him.
“Really?” he asked, looking me up and down.
And I gulped.
Okay, he was hot. Very hot. And I had to admit I found him attractive; annoying as hell, but still, attractive. But there was no way –
“Even if it closes the gate?” he asked, almost innocently.
Triple crap. There was only one way to fuse the gateway closed, to keep anymore dark-fae escaping, and that was through sex.
I looked at his smouldering green eyes and let out a ragged breath.
It’s a hard job, I thought, but someone has to do it.

***
“I don’t even know your name,” I whispered, staring at the naked, broad, olive-skinned chest and shoulders that faced me. I mean, literally faced me – he was at least a foot taller.
He’d stripped off in just a couple of swift moves and I was gaping at how delicious he looked. All tanned skin and muscle.
We were stood in front of the graffitied, brick wall, invisible to mundane eyes, both undressed.
“Jared,” he breathed, eyeing me up and down.
I’d stripped before him, brave, but now I felt self-conscious as he drank me in, then moved towards me, predator-like, his tall figure just inches in front of mine.
“Jared,” I said, my tongue suddenly dry.
“Beautiful,” he returned, one strong arm grasping my hips, the other, cradling my neck and reaching down to kiss me.
I forgot everything as he swooped in and his lips took mine, his tongue moving expertly in an intimate dance, stealing my breath away.
The magic rose as he continued to kiss me,
Then the arm grasping my hip was suddenly gone, and I felt warm flesh between us and gasped as his finger plunged deep inside me, finding that sweet spot.
“Oh gods,” I screamed, as his fingers moved inside me, playing with my clitoris, gentle yet eager, alternately building me up towards orgasm then pulling me back down, until it was almost all-consuming.
“For the God’s Sake, Jared,” I whimpered, as his mouth pulled away, finding one erect nipple, then the next, his tongue flicking over the bud, then a flash of light and he was inside me, pushing, slowly at first.
“Molly,” he breathed, lifting me up and shoving my back against the wall that firmed the gateway” “You’re mine.”
I should’ve been offended, but I was too busy spiralling to my first orgasm in years, as he thrust inside me, nuzzling my neck and groaning my name, his movements becoming faster and faster, the tingling and warmth inside me, rippling, then growing until finally, our screams roared out in unison.
The orgasm burst through me, a tidal wave of pleasure and magic offering me the release I needed as I collapsed back into the wall, shuddering through the ecstasy.
I felt him come inside me, a jack knife of pleasure roaring through us both, the magic rushing between us, in us, then into the gateway, fusing the two halves into one while.
Just like us, I thought absently, my head flopping onto his firm shoulders as my whole body sagged.
I felt the gateway close, a million dark souls screaming in frustration as the magic sealed it shut, forever.

 

Eroticon Competition

 

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Theresa Derwin
Email: theresa.derwin@yahoo.co.uk
www.quantumcorsets.co.uk
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Theresa – writing genre fiction since … her last cup of  coffee

Jo Fletcher Books acquire three new novels from Alison Littlewood

January 22, 2015 - 3:04 pm No Comments

Jo Fletcher Books has concluded a deal for A Cold Silence: the sequel to Alison Littlewood’s Richard and Judy Book Club bestseller A Cold Season.
What do you want? Whatever your wish, Acheron can grant it… for a price. And Ben Cassidy is about to discover just how scary that price can be. Ben’s always had strict instructions from his mother, Cass, to stay away from his childhood home of Darnshaw. Then an old friend from the village dies unexpectedly and Ben has no choice but to break his promise, for Jessica’s death might be linked to the computer game called Acheron – a game he knows all about.
Ben’s beloved sister Gaila has been playing Acheron too, and so have some more of Ben’s old friends from Darnshaw. And as they delve ever deeper into the world of Acheron, good intentions begin to slip, morals begin to look suspect and some of them find themselves falling deeper into corruption. Ben could save them all, but the price for doing so might just be too high…
Alison Littlewood said of her new deal: ‘It has been fabulous working with Jo and her team, so I’m delighted to continue to do so for the next three books! A very nice Christmas present indeed.’
Jo Fletcher said: ‘I’m thrilled to be able to continue working with Alison, who was not just one of my earliest acquisitions for JFB, but my first bestseller. I’m even more excited that the first book is A Cold Silence, the long-awaited sequel to her Richard & Judy Book Club pick A Cold Season – what could be better?’

Praise for A Cold Season:
This sensual and rather frightening story has a clever ending – it’s all hugely enjoyable‘ Richard Madeley
This is a very spooky story. You’ll love it if you are into tales of the occult, or a fan of film classic The Wicker Man‘ Judy Finnigan, Women’s Own
A scary read that will chill you to the bone… Beware if fact and fiction suddenly start to blur‘ CrimeSquad.com

Jo Fletcher Books will publish A Cold Silence in September 2015.
For further information please contact Andrew Turner at Quercus on 020 7291 6604 or email andrew.turner@quercusbooks.co.uk.

To win a copy of A Cold Silence and Alison’s new KnightWatch Press limited, signed chapbook, ‘The Offering’ due out May 15, share this blog and tag Theresa Derwin on Facebook and send her an email at theresa.derwin@yahoo.co.uk

Jay Posey Three Competition

July 31, 2013 - 10:23 am No Comments

Three Blog Tour Banner

I asked Jay Posey, author of post apocalyptic novel Three, the following question: There is a plethora of post-apocalyptic fiction at the moment, but how do you think the world will end and will you do to survive?

JP: I have to admit I don’t think I’m smart enough to accurately predict what the actual End of the World will be like. But I tend to think that whatever The End is, it won’t come as a result of any one particular event, but will instead be the culmination of many different events.
We humans will probably be our own undoing in some form or fashion. Whether through the use of some catastrophically destructive weapons of war, an accidental unleashing of a biological agent, or some other something (“I ate what now?”), I suspect our technology will have a hand in The End. I also expect that the human propensity for over-reaction and panic will probably be a significant contributing factor. But I don’t think that humans alone will be the ultimate cause.
When it comes, if I’m around, I think the best hope I’ll have to survive will start with building a resilient community. For all the stories out there about lone survivors, in reality people need people. So forming a community where everyone has a diverse set of skills and each is willing to help support the other is a big step in the right direction. And I think the biggest key to achieving that community comes down to trust, which is why it’s just plain good policy to be a good neighbor. COMMUNITY SERVICE PLUG: Every time you engage your own local community in some positive way, you’re building trust capital with those people that very well might come in handy once The End is upon us all. Help your neighbors!
Another piece is making sure I’ve got a plan in place. And not just one plan, but multiple plans that account for a number of different scenarios. There’s a saying that the biggest problem with most emergency plans is that they forget the emergency. It’s hard to keep in mind that those roads you’re counting on using, or that fuel you’re expecting to have, or those phone calls you’re planning to make, any one or all of those things might be gone. A retired Green Beret once taught me a handy planning tool; the PACE acronym.
PACE stands for Primary, Alternate, Contingency, Emergency, and it’s a great tool to help you make a resilient plan. Your Primary plan is the one you want to use, and Alternate is what you go to if your expected conditions change. Contingency is for if (when) something goes wrong, and Emergency covers what to do if everything goes wrong. Of course when The End comes, I’ll probably be tempted to skip straight to Emergency, but knowing my options ahead of time is always a good thing.
And finally, and maybe most importantly, it’s probably worthwhile for me to go ahead and live my life now in such a way that if The End comes upon me suddenly, I’m alright with what I leave behind. Living generously, regularly showing your family how much you love them, and generally doing what you can to make your community a better place for everyone are all great ways to be prepared.
But really, people have been predicting the end of the world pretty much since it began, and somehow we’re all still here, maybe despite the odds. For as much strife and drama we humans create, it’s still amazing to me how much we’re able to surprise ourselves in challenging times. In every major catastrophe, there always seems to be a precious few that run towards the calamity instead of away from it, those who willingly face their own destruction in the hopes that they might rescue or preserve another. It doesn’t seem to take that many to inspire the rest of us to greater things; just three or five percent maybe. As long as that heroic remnant of people remains among us, I think we’ve got a better shot at making it than even I usually give us credit for.

Now it’s competition time:
The deadline is the end of Jay Posey’s virtual tour so it is 12th August

Those great peeps at Angry Robot are going to give away 2 copies on Jay’s book Three and don’t forget they’re signed! I’m sure Jay would have no problem dedicating them, if required.

Each stop on this Blog Tour of Three by Jay Posey has a unique question. Be sure to enter your answers into the giveaway by dropping by My Shelf Confessions http://www.myshelfconfessions.com/posts/blog-tour-giveaway-three-by-jay-posey/
and enter your answers in the rafflecopter widget! You can answer as many or as few as you like as each answered question gets you an extra entry!

Here’s the questions for my stop: Question #13 – What kind of boots is the man wearing in the chapter 1 excerpt of Three?”

To read the extract click below
http://angryrobotbooks.com/books/three-by-jay-posey/
Here is the link for the extract on ISSUU, with embed link:

http://issuu.com/angryrobot/docs/three-samplechapter

Good luck and let me know if you win!