#PictaBook | Scary Gary

A picture says more than a thousand words. Recommend books using pictures and hashtags to tell us what you liked and didn’t like about it.

Pictabook logoA few days ago, Mind Scrambler was released, but I thought we would focus on #PictaBook today.

#Pictabook is part of the #Love series from JMS Books. It’s a series of nine books where the characters find love online. In the call, it was said that the characters should use a social media platform – real or made up.

I made one up.

PictaBook is like Goodreads, except you don’t write reviews. All you can do is post an image and describe the story with hashtags. All hashtags appear on your profile and are clickable (much like shelves on Goodreads).

The snippet I’m sharing today is from when Jules has managed to convince Nix to download an app that will read books to him, and they’ve picked a really short one – Scary Gary. And yet, Nix is reluctant to give it a try.

Scary Gary

Excerpt:

Steeling himself, he put in the earbuds and opened the reading app. Half an hour, he could endure half an hour of reading. Maybe.

Why had he agreed to do this? Why did he care if he disappointed Jules or not? He was doing this to impress Kyle, but he could do that with a few bogus reviews. He didn’t need to torture himself.

Fuck it. It was half an hour of his life. He could give Jules half an hour. The poor bastard was probably some old ogre who was all alone in the world. He opened PictaBook and went to Jules’ profile. It didn’t say where he lived, how old he was, or what he did for a living. He tapped the private message icon.

SexyDoornail69: How old are you?

He looked at his username and grinned. Sexy DoornailKyle would understand who he was. Once he had a review or two, he’d find Kyle and follow him. But first, he needed a review, so he closed PictaBook and opened the reading app.

The voicea male voice with a neutral accentread about a guy hiding in an alley to escape his own shadow. Nix snorted, but continued to listen as he reached for his tools. He slowed so he wouldn’t miss anything when the guy started to fight his shadow. He was losing, and soon he was dying. Nix held his breath as the voice read the paragraph.

Nix!”

Nix jumped as Logan waved his hand in his face.

What are you doing? I’ve called your name several times.” Logan looked around the bedroom. “Hey, it’s coming along nicely.”

Nix almost dropped the phone in his haste to pause the reading, and Logan frowned.

What are you listening to? Is it porn?” He laughed. “My God, you’re blushing.” His laugh grew louder. “Phoenix Ford is blushing. Can’t be porn then.” He shook his head. “Is it a Beethoven symphony or something?”

It’s nothing. A thing Jules wanted me to listen to.”

Logan crossed his arms over his chest. “And who is Jules? Last night’s hook up?”

I didn’t have a last night hook up.” Nix put a piece of the flooring next to the previous one and reached for the hammer to knock it into place. “I left with you, remember?”

I do, but you’ve been known to run away on booty calls before.”

Nix shrugged, pursed his lips, and grabbed the next plank. “True, but I didn’t.”

So you’re going out tonight?”

He’d told Jules he was going out, but in all honesty, he wasn’t in the mood. “Yeah.”

On a date?”

He shot Logan a glare. “No.”

So… not meeting up with Jules?”

No.” He didn’t know where Jules lived.

See, now you’re making me all curious. You’re never tight-lipped about anything, but here I’ve been talking to you for minutes, and I still have no idea who Jules is or what you were listening to.”

It’s a book, okay? I’m listening to a book.”

Logan turned serious and nodded. “Great. I’m glad.”

It’s nothing, and I’ve only listened for a couple of minutes, so I don’t know what it’s about.”

Doesn’t matter. You’re… reading. It’s awesome, Nix.”

I’m not reading, I’m listening. Jules helped me set up a reading app that reads books to me.”

Logan smiled, not his usual mischievous smile, but a softer one. “It’s still reading, Nix. And if this Jules guyit’s a guy righthelped you set it up, great.”

Nix had assumed he was a guy, but what if Jules was a girl? Nah, the boner worthy hashtag couldn’t be a woman. “I’m not sure. We’ve only talked online. I assumed he was a guy, but maybe not.” But he had to be.

Doesn’t matter. You reached out, and they helped you set up the app.” He shrugged. “Their job is done.”

Nix didn’t explain that Jules wasn’t some tech support for the app, or whatever Logan envisioned him to be. There was no reason to tell him they were both reading the same book. “It’s to show Kyle, I’m not stupid.”

Logan groaned. “Fuck Kyle—”

I already did, and I want to do it again.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “And here I thought you were developing as a human being.”

Nix snorted. “Clearly not.”

No, clearly not.” Logan crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t get it, dude. The guy is making you question your self-worth, he’s mean, he laughs at you in public, and you still want to go back.”

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pictabook (small)Jules Rose leads a quiet life working as a librarian. He’s happy to spend his spare time reading books and talking to his homicidal cat. What more could he wish for? But when his cozy Friday night is shattered by a friend request on his book community app, politeness gives him little choice but to accept. Jules doesn’t want to talk to anyone, but he can’t be rude. Besides, if he had to talk about something, books is the topic he’d pick.

Phoenix Ford is dyslexic and avoids everything that has to do with the written word, but when the colleague he’s trying to impress calls him stupid, he decides to convince the other man, he’s mistaken. All he needs is the right book to make him look smart, a perfect balance between intelligent and short. And who better to ask for help than a guy who loves books so much, he labeled one boner-worthy on a book app?

When Jules finds out Phoenix never has read a book from start to finish, he’s on a mission. He will find the right book, the book that will make Phoenix fall in love — with reading. Phoenix’s plan might have been to listen to the book Jules picked for him to impress his colleague, but that was before he got to know him. Talking about books is a sure way to Jules’ heart, but is it enough for him to agree to go on a date?

The Day the Music Died

Music is not dead, nor will it ever be. I don’t know how it is in your neck of the woods, but here there has been a lot of talk about how hard the music industry has been hit by the pandemic. And I get it, no concerts mean a great loss of income for musicians.

Today is the day the music died – the day when Richie Valens, Buddy Holly, and The Big Bopper died in a plane crash. The day the music died.

Can you imagine life without music? I can’t. I don’t play any instruments, and I couldn’t carry a tune to save my life, but I’m listening to music every day.

I grew up on Bruce Springsteen, Queen, U2, Dire Straits, Creedence Clearwater Revival, AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Thin Lizzy, and a dash of ELO and Rolling Stones – so you know where I’m coming from. Mum liked Abba, but since Dad didn’t it wasn’t played often. I can sing along pretty well, though.

After that came a period of:

I still know the lyrics by heart. When I started to learn English, I sat with the LP up in my room and translated the lyrics to the entire Heart of Stone album.

The next musical milestone was Roxette. My first ‘big’ concert was their Joyride tour. Very cool back then.

Bigger, Better, Faster, More! I had such a crush on Linda Perry. I still know the lyrics to every song on that album, I think.

As I grow older, I was drowning in male groups. There was a lot of Aerosmith, Nirvana, Metallica, Kiss, Bon Jovi, Guns N’ Roses, Black Sabbath and so on. It went on for years and years, one white male rockband after the other until I got a little angry.

Don’t get me wrong, rock is my genre along with some singer-songwriters, some blues, the occasional folksy tune, some heavy metal – pretty much everything except what you hear on the radio. But if you don’t listen to a lot of pop and you don’t actively search for something other than what’s fed to you, you won’t end up with a lot of women.

So, I turned up the volume and played Tracy Chapman’s Talkin’ About a Revolution for the entire house – whether they wanted to hear it or not. Janis Joplin and Aretha Franklin had the walls shaking in my room. I played Shakespear Sister, Anouk, Skunk Anansie, Alanis Morisette, The Cranberries, K’s Choice, some Sheryl Crow if I felt like it, and several others.

Today it’s so easy to find music. All you need is Spotify or YouTube and you have more songs than you’ll ever have the time to listen to at your fingertips.

Picking favourites is impossible because it all depends on what mood you’re in. My kids know how to headbang to Motörhead and dance along with me in the kitchen when we listen to:

They’re used to me singing along to Rival Son’s Electric Man, The Bros. Landreth, Silvertide, Black Stone Cherry and so on. But I make damn sure to play:

Any many many more because no one will ever tell my girls that:

And now I’ve filled this post with so many embeds that it will never load and I haven’t even included half of the songs I’d scrawled down before I started putting this post together LOL . Carmen Vandenberg is my latest crush – the woman can soo play guitarr, and if you like Bones UK you should watch this video.

So will the pandemic kill music? No, it might change how we consume it, at least for a while, but there are always ways to enjoy music. And if we can’t figure them out, the young musicians coming to take over will. Like these two teens playing on the streets of Dublin.

February Giveaway

Giveaway!If you read my blog last month, you might have noticed that I started a new thing where I ran a Book Birthday Giveaway. I plan to, at the beginning of every month, write a post with the books that have been released that month in the past.

So this month, we have a giveaway of the books that have been published in February previous years.

In January, we had two books, and I’m afraid we only have two in February too. Apparently, I don’t publish much at the beginning of the year – I’ll do my best to rectify that 😀

How does it work?

Last month, I asked you to leave a comment on the post, and that was great! I loved that you did. This month, we’ll try something else. My friend A.L. Lester runs a giveaway every month too (yes, I might have stolen the idea) and she always uses KingSumo, so I figured I’d give it a try too.

Hop on over here and sign up with your email – I won’t email you in the future, I promise. If you want to be on my email list you can sign up here, but leaving your email here will not automatically sign you up for anything.

That’s it. Last day to enter is February 8th, and KingSumo will draw a random winner on the 9th.

The Books

The books I’m giving away are Silent Woods and He Melted Us, and both of them have been around for a few years now. Going through my catalogue reveals that I haven’t had a February release since 2016 😮

Silent Woods is about an established couple with two kids who go camping. Everything is fine and dandy until one of the kids disappear. Silent Woods is a 19k paranormal story, rather creepy at times.

And then we have He Melted Us – it’s madness I tell you! LOL This is one of those stories that had me laughing when writing it, but the craziness goes beyond and above. It’s a 17k contemporary story, also an established couple.

Silent WoodsSilent Woods is one of the first stories I ever wrote, not the first, but after having written Knickers in a Twist I thought to myself that this writing thing was fun, and I should do more of it. I didn’t really have a plan of what to do with the story once I’d written it, but I wrote it. Then I wrote From All of Us to All of You that’s part of the Boughs of Evergreen anthology from Beaten Track Publishing. When FAoUtAoY was published, we moved on the Silent Woods.

It’s about a Scandinavian creature called Näcken. He’s a water nymph who plays the violin in a way that makes people walk into the water and drown.

Excerpt:

The forest felt cold; it wasn’t chilly but it wasn’t at all like the day before. And I kept looking around me—almost expecting to see someone. Which was ridiculous, there was not a living soul out here.

After a few minutes Anders came walking up the hill. “Where’s Axel?” I asked as he bent down to tickle Maja.

“Isn’t he with you?”

“No. Should he be?”

Anders didn’t answer. He turned around and searched the area behind him. I got to my feet, feeling the panic rise. Was he serious? I gazed along the trail, down between the trees, looking for the little form of my son, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Wasn’t he with you? He was with you when Maja and I went ahead.” My lungs felt as if they were contracting, denying me the air I desperately needed.

“Yes, but then he wanted to run up the slope ahead of me. I thought he’d have caught up to you by now.”

“Axel!” Even I heard the terror in my voice. “Axel!”

Maja, sensing my distress, began to blink more rapidly. Her eyes darted between me and Anders, and I could see her lower lip start to quake.

“Relax, Daniel. You’re scaring Maja.” Anders picked her up and made a shushing sound. “He has to be close by. I saw him run up the hill a minute ago. Really, I was just a few feet behind. He wanted to surprise you by making it up ahead of me.”

I felt a stab of guilt. Yesterday had been hard on him; it had been a long way’s hike. God, I shouldn’t have yelled at him. He’d been exhausted, and I got angry because he made a fuss—what five-year-old wouldn’t in that situation? If I had controlled myself yesterday, maybe he wouldn’t have felt the need to prove himself today. He probably thought he needed to please me. It was all my fault.

It wasn’t a big hill. We would catch up with him. I knew my son; he wanted to make it to the top. He’d probably seen a trail and followed it, but he wouldn’t keep going if it didn’t lead upwards. At least that was what I told myself. I knew that a frightened five-year-old didn’t have a chance at rational thinking. If he was scared, he could be wandering in any direction.

“Axel!” Shouldn’t he be able to hear me? Didn’t sounds travel well through forests? “Axel!”

“Calm down, Honey. He’s been gone five minutes, tops.”

“Didn’t you come right up? Didn’t you follow the same trail we did?” I was frantic, I knew I was, but a child lost in the city could ask for directions, or have someone ring their parents. What happened to a child lost in the woods?

“Yes, we did. But he wanted to run ahead…and I let him.” For the first time I became aware of the guilt in Anders’ voice.

He Melted UsThen we have He Melted Us. This was back when they took down the padlocks off Pont des Art in Paris, and He Melted Us is part of an anthology called Love Unlocked.

Each story in the anthology is about a love lock and the story around it.

Delron and Phillipe placed a lock on the bridge years ago, but now that it’s being removed, Delron sees it as a sign their relationship is failing. Nothing will stop him from getting the lock back – nothing!

Doing a love lock anthology was a brilliant idea. Let’s do a gum wall anthology next! LOL

Excerpt:

A light flush spread over Delron’s fair skin, and his eyes glistened with anger. Phillipe didn’t know if he should laugh or cry. Delron was way too worked up—it was just a freaking lock, a tacky symbol that had nothing to do with them. He shook his head.

“Here, they’ve asked a woman what she thinks has happened.”

“And what does she think?” Delron’s tight voice made Phillipe glance in his direction again before he continued reading. His strawberry-blond hair was standing on end. He was clenching his jaw and fisting his hands as he waited for Phillipe to continue.

Phillipe skimmed the paragraph. “She says she thinks the mayor hired someone to remove the locks during the night. That it can’t be a coincidence that Town Hall said last week they wanted the locks removed, and now they’ve miraculously disappeared.”

Relief shone in Delron’s eyes. Phillipe double-checked the text to see what might have brought on the change in his demeanour, but he couldn’t find it.

“So they’re out there somewhere? Someone has them?”

“Erm…Del? It’s one woman, a random person, who thinks that. No one knows.”

“No, I know that, but what if she’s right? What if we could find the person who has our lock? Then everything would be fine again.”

Phillipe felt his brow crease. What the hell was Delron talking about? “It’s just a lock, a piece of metal—”

“It’s the symbol of our love, without it—”

“It means nothing!” Phillipe hadn’t meant to raise his voice. He didn’t want to argue, but it was just a fucking lock.

Delron stared at him. For a moment Phillipe thought he saw hurt in his eyes, but then a perfectly neutral expression chased away every indication of feeling.

“You need to hurry if you don’t want to be late.”

Phillipe glanced at the clock—the ugly cat-shaped clock that defiled the entire room merely by being there. He hated it—he hated the colour, hated the form, and he definitely hated the ugly pink bow around the deformed head. It had been a sunny day about four years ago when Delron had come home with it. He’d presented it as if it were a treasure, and Phillipe didn’t have the heart to tell him he wanted to drop it from the balcony and watch the cars below run over it. It was an urge he fought every day—to throw the darn thing off the balcony and see it shatter into tiny pieces.

There! Don’t forget to head over to KingSumo and type in your email address. And a little depending on when you read this, the giveaway I’m running to celebrate the release of Mind Scrambler might still be running too.

Silent Woods

Do you believe in myths and ancient creatures?

Daniel has never felt the need to leave the city behind, so when his husband suggests a camping trip for their holiday he agrees with reluctance. Even before they step out of the car, Daniel has the feeling of something being wrong. Something about the forest is turning his stomach into knots.

He wants nothing more than returning to the safety of their home, and when their five-year-old son goes missing his fears turn into full-blown panic. What awaits them in the depths of the forest is far more sinister than anything Daniel ever could have imagined. Will they be able to find their son before it’s too late?
 

He Melted Us

All Delron wants is to live his life with Phillipe, but when their love lock is stolen from Pont des Art, their relationship is in jeopardy. Without the lock holding them together, Delron is convinced they’ll crash and burn. The only way he can save their relationship is to find the stolen lock, and that is just what he plans to do, no matter what.

Phillipe loves Delron, he really does, but it’s driving him insane that Delron can’t see that a padlock is simply a piece of metal. The lock has nothing to do with them, not really. Up until the night the lock was stolen, their life was great, but Del’s crazy behaviour has Phillipe wondering if he has ever really known his boyfriend.

Delron’s search leads him through art-filled Paris, but will a symbol of love ever be enough to soothe the mistrust his quest has planted in Phillipe? Phillipe always thought he’d spend the rest of his life with Del, but who can live with anyone willing to break the law just to find a padlock when they can buy a new one in just about any shop?