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Wednesday, February 14, 2018

"A Better Place To Be" by David Wind

GUEST POST and GIVEAWAY
A Better Place To Be
by David Wind

A Better Place To Be by David Wind

A Better Place To Be by David Wind is currently on tour with Silver Dagger Book Tours. The tour stops here today for a guest post by the author, an excerpt, and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


For another book by this author, please check out my blog post on Born To Magic (currently FREE).

Born To Magic by David Wind

Description
A story about life, though perhaps not the one you would choose to live.
inspired by the characters from the Harry Chapin song of the same name, A Better Place To Be is a story of love, loss, and the ability to overcome the worst that life can throw at someone and come out the other side.


Excerpt
Smiling at her from across the table, John pushed aside the niggling worry lurking at the edge of his mind, a whisper of something ‘off ’. Instead, he waited for the waiter to finish pouring the coffee. When the waiter finally walked away, he reached across the table to take her hand in his.
“You know how much I love you, yes?”
Claire held his gaze for a moment before nodding.
“And you know I always keep my promises?”
Her eyes, still locked with his, turned questioning.
“I made you a promise eleven years ago, when you said you would marry me. Do you remember it?”
The corners of her lips quirked up. “We both made a lot of promises to each other.”
He turned her hand palm up and placed the small wrapped box in her hand.
She stared at it, then back at him. “What?”
“Open it.”
She looked back down at her palm. The tip of her tongue flicked across her lips. She stared at the fancy paper covered box for a full minute before carefully unwrapping it to reveal a black velvet case. Again, her eyes flicked to him. He nodded once, she opened the top, and gasped.
He watched her, a smile on his face while she took in what lay on her palm.
“I...”
He took the box from her, and lifted the ring from it. The diamond spit shards of multi-colored light, reflected from the small candle on the table.
“Take off the band for tonight, tonight you are engaged again.”
She stared at the ring even as she slid the white gold wedding band from her finger and continued to stare when he slipped the engagement ring gently along her finger and settled it in place.
He watched a single tear slip from her eye and roll down her cheek. “I—”
She placed a finger across his lips. “—It’s more beautiful than I could ever have imagined.”
He wiped the tear away. Before he could speak, she said, “Take me home, now.”
“The coffee?”
“Now!”
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
“Wow. That word just comes to mind over and over, in regards to this book, along with the phrase, heart-wrenching. It's good though - incredibly, in a makes-you-feel-things-and-think-things brilliantly good. […] Wind puts it all so simply and so realistically, it's like nothing I've ever read or am likely to read again.” ~ J.L. Redding, Reviewer
“This is a story about life. A message for us all. The cold reality that life does end and the living must go on living.” ~ Amazon Reviewer
“David Wind doesn't disappoint with A Better Place To Be as he brilliantly reverse engineers a Harry Chapin classic song. The story stands alone even if you've never heard the song. [Wind] has a wonderful ability to paint mental pictures with his writing.” ~ M. Kauf
“An amazingly beautiful story of love, death and depression. Hitting bottom and rebounding to a place not so terrible. The Chapin song sets our hero up for a memorable night. Put this at the top of your to be read list!” ~ A. Keeran
“A moving story that is thoughtfully composed and beautifully written. Worth reading for the poetic nature of the author's prose alone, but the story will not disappoint either.” ~ Bella

Guest Post by the Author
Switches Genres: The Danger of Writing Something Different
When a writer begins to establish himself/herself in a specific genre, it sometimes become difficult to move to another genre and keep one’s readers happy.
I can tell you how daunting this can be to a writer wanting to expand horizons. I have a lot of readers for my sci-fi/fantasy novels, and I have very loyal readers who read my suspense novels, thrillers, and mysteries. Yet, when I mention my newest novel, A Better Place To Be, which is neither in the sci-fi or thriller genres, the readers seem to hesitate. I only hope that hesitation turns to a decision to take a chance and read the book.
When I sat down to create this novel, a novel I’d wanted to write the story that called to me from the moment I’d first heard the song, more years ago than I want to admit to. But it took years until I found myself in a strange place in my life. My son had died suddenly, and it seemed that my life (I will not presume to speak for my wife) was turning dark. 
Then I heard the song again, and in a three-day period heard it on two local stations and then again on SiriusXm radio, twice. I took this as a sign and sat down and began to write. When I finished the last word, I sat back and nodded slowly. I felt better, and I hoped my readers would.
I released the novel, A Better Place To Be, which is based on the Harry Chapin song, on December 1st, and I stepped into the world of contemporary fiction with a story of life, and the vagaries of that life. I believe this book has something to offer everyone. It is not a light read, nor is it a saga stretching through generations; rather, it’s a story about a man’s journey from absolute happiness with his life, to the depths of despair. A book about a person’s ability, or inability to cope with the punches life throws, and a story of how the people around the man relate to him, and perhaps give him a reason to survive.
It’s not a traditional type of story, with a great feel-good ending. However, I have been told by several readers that the end of the book made them smile and nod and think about how fortunate they are. I also decided to donate a percentage of my royalties to two organizations, Harry Chapin’s Why Hunger, and to pancreatic cancer research.
The first review that came in took me by surprise. Here is a part of that review. ”WOW! That word just comes to mind over and over, in regard to this book, along with the phrase, heart-wrenching. It’s good though - incredibly, in a makes-you-feel-things-and-think-things brilliantly good ... Wind puts it all so simply and so realistically, it’s like nothing I’ve ever read or am likely to read again.”~ JLR
Now it’s time for me to step back from being the “writer” to be the author, and to help tell the world about my new book. Since I’m doing that, perhaps you, the reader, could do the same. Take a shot, read the book, and if you like it, write a review, and then let your friends know about it. AND, if you don’t like the book, write a review, tell me in your review what you didn’t like, and why - or send me an email and tell me directly. My email address is in the back of the book.
I absolutely love reading reviews of my books. The good and the not-so-good. Why? Because it teaches me about my readers, it tells me what they like and what they don’t - reviews are a guide to help make my writing a two-way street.

About the Author
David Wind
David Wind has published thirty-nine novels, including science fiction & Fantasy, mystery, thriller, noir, and suspense novels. He lives and writes in Boynton Beach, Florida, and shares his home with his wife, Bonnie, and dog Alfie, a sub-standard poodle (email David for an explanation).
His newest novel is A Better Place To Be, based on the Harry Chapin song of the same name. Not his usual genre, this is a story of love, loss and facing to the worst life can throw at you and still be standing.
Born To Magic (currently FREE), the first book of his sci-fi fantasy series, Tales Of Nevaeh, was released in 2015. All three books have reached into the Amazon Top 100 best seller rankings in several categories including Young Adult. Both the second book of the series, The Dark Masters, and the third Book, Trinity: The Battle For Nevaeh, have all received high praise.
David's fantasy, Queen Of Knights, was a #2 best seller on the Amazon bestseller lists for historical fantasy and medieval fantasy, and his sci-fi paranormal, Infinity’s Doorway, has received wide acclaim.
When David formally left traditional publishing to become an independently published writer, he published Angels In Mourning, his “homage” to the old time private detective books of the 50s and the 60s. Angels In Mourning is a modern day take on the old style hard-boiled detective. In April of that year, Angels In Mourning, won the Amazon.com Book of the Month Reader’s Choice Award.
His previous suspense thrillers are The Hyte Maneuver (a Literary guild alternate selection), The Sokova Convention, and The Morrissey Manifest. David's mystery suspense novels include: And Down Will Come Baby, Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep, and Out of The Shadows.

Giveaway
Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win a $25 Amazon gift card.

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Sunday, February 15, 2015

"Born to Magic" by David Wind

EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY
Born to Magic
(Tales of Nevaeh Volume I)
by David Wind


Born to Magic, the first book in David Wind's new Tales of Nevaeh series, has just been released. The author joins me today to share an excerpt. You can also enter the giveaway for a chance to win a $10 Amazon gift card or an ebook copy of Born to Magic.

Description
Welcome to Nevaeh - a world where technology no longer exists, but magic does.
Long ago, the violence and radiation of the terrorist wars killed America. Those left dwell in a world of ritual and magic where ten dominions struggle for supremacy and a dark power rises to claim all.
Areenna, the only daughter of the King of Freemorn, is barely eighteen, yet her psychic ability is strong. She is summoned to "The Island" and learns that the fate of her world is in her hands. She must undertake a perilous journey to save Nevaeh from destruction. But she will not travel alone.
Mikaal, the son of the High King of Nevaeh, has as much at stake as Areenna. Their quest takes them through haunted wastelands filled with mutants while an evil force does everything in its power to stop Areenna and Mikaal - for it wants Nevaeh as its own.


Excerpt
Chapter 1
Nevaeh: the Fifth Millennium
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Despite the heat of the summer sun, the deep forest was cool.  From a distance, the crackle of a branch stepped upon by a large animal drifted to her.  The breeze rustling through the tree leaves cooled the sweat beading young Areenna’s brows.  She was on the last day of the traditional cleansing period before her fourteenth birthday.  She had spent the time wandering the forests, adjusting to the changes within her body and her mind—changes that had begun weeks before with her first flow of blood, and had increased a hundredfold in the past days.
Her mother had explained—not for the first time—how the final five days leading to her return home would be among the most important days of her life.  During these days, she would find her aoutem, her object of guidance.  For some it was a bird, for others an animal.  Her mother’s aoutem was a gorlon, a four-legged huntress of incredible strength.  “Remember,” Her mother had said in parting, “be vigilant, always, for you do not choose an aoutem, it chooses you.”
There would also be changes in her body, her mother had warned.  In their maternal line, it would most likely be a darkening of her skin from its almond shade to a deeper pale brown hue.  Conversely, her mother had added, there could also be a lightening of her dark blonde hair.
In the branches high above her, she sensed something watching.  Looking up, she spotted an unusually large treygone guarding its nest.  The silver feathered male bird, lethal to any animal unfortunate enough to weigh less than its own twenty pounds, stood guard over two hatchlings. 
Areenna sensed the treygone knew she posed no threat, yet it watched her closely.
Areenna smiled at it and started forward.  The lands she was upon belonged to her family.  Few people came to this area, which bordered the outlands of the Blue Desert, a place where hideaways and outcasts lived.  The people who inhabited the desert were not those one wanted to meet—thieves, murderers, runaways and other criminals were the mainstay of the Blue Desert’s population—yet her father had made a truce with them years before.  It was a strange truce, but one which still held.
Before Areenna could take her second step, a shock tore through her head.  She stumbled and fell to her knees.  She clutched at her head, fighting off the lance of pain that burned into her.  A scream built in her throat, but died, unable to pass her lips while she stared helplessly at the giant treygone falling from its high perch to the forest floor.
A bolt had pierced its body and driven into one of the two hatchlings.  How is this possible?  Hunting was not permitted on this portion of the lands.  Not a hunter…a poacher.
From above and behind came a scream unlike any she had ever heard.  She looked up at the sapphire sky from where the sound had come.  Between two tall trees, a magnificent cinnamon and black female treygone appeared, its triangular head pointed at a spot twenty paces from where Areenna knelt.  It was the mate of the treygone just killed, the mother of the hatchlings, and the hunter of the family, and its rage tore through her mind like a brand.
Turning in the direction the bird arrowed, she spotted the poacher sitting in the joint of two large braches, his crossbow already set with a new bolt.  He was looking up at the charging treygone, its wingspan nearly blocking the sun.  In that instant, Areenna acted without thought. 
Raising her hands toward the hunter, she allowed her pain at the male’s death to create a storm within her.  An explosion of heat spread through her and her hand glowed white.  As she was about to let free, the weapon her mother had trained her to use, a command within her mind stopped her.
The sensation lasted but an instant, yet it was time enough for the hunter to release his bolt, and for the bird to strike the hunter.  A second blast of pain tore through Areenna’s heart and head when the two met.  The hunter shrieked as the bird hit him and buried its talons into the unarmored flesh of his face.  Locked together, they fell the thirty feet to the ground. 
They lay still at the base of the tree.  Areenna saw from the angle of the poacher’s neck that it had been broken in the fall.  The treygone’s breast had been pierced by the bolt.  Its gasps for breath were forced.
Areenna fought to rid her mind of the pain she knew was coming from the huge bird.  She staggered over to them and scooped the treygone to her.  Despite its weight, she held it gently, looking to see if there was a way to remove the bolt and save its life.
While she struggled to find a way to save it, the treygone looked at her.  Its eyes, black circles buried within cinnamon feathers, stared up at her.  Again, something tugged inside her mind, and she knew it was the treygone.
She was not surprised by this, even though it had never happened to her before.  For years, she had listened to the stories of people who had become paired with treygones.  Then she remembered her mother’s parting words to be watchful when she had started this becoming walk. 
 Sadness for the treygone weighed heavily on her. The bird had prevented her from using her powers to stop the hunter from shooting it, but she knew why.  Treygones mated for life.  When one mate died, the other found a means to follow its mate.  Today was no different.
But the hatchling…what about the baby?
The answer came as a gentle tug in her mind, not the forceful scream of moments before.  She shook her head, trying to understand how this was happening when the bird’s chest gave a final rise and fall, its large head falling backward.
Areenna walked to a small clearing where she scooped out a grave and placed the mother within.  She returned for the male and the hatchling, brought them to the open grave, and laid them next to the female.  She filled the grave with loose earth and used a star shaped stone she’d uncovered in her digging to mark the grave.  When she finished, she climbed the tree to the nest. 
Carefully scooping up the remaining hatchling, she cradled it to her chest and returned to the ground.  She held the cinnamon, black and silver hatchling against her for warmth and started homeward, leaving the poacher to his reward…dinner for the scavengers.
Why was this happening on the day before her fourteenth birthday?  Areenna wondered while she hummed a soothing melody to the hatchling.
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“There is no choice.”  Cupping the sides of his head, the High King of Nevaeh held himself as if trying to ease a headache of astonishing proportions.
“There is always a choice.”  The High Queens’s voice was as soothing as was the hand stroking his back.  While smaller than most men of Nevaeh, the king was broad across the chest and shoulders, narrow at the hips with powerful legs and arms.  Yet none would have pictured him a king for his size combined with the delivery of his words served to make him appear slow-witted.  He, however, was far from slow-witted. He considered every word he spoke carefully before allowing it to pass his lips. 
His special combination of strength and intelligence had allowed him to defeat the sorceresses controlled and led by the Masters of the Circle of Afzal—the leaders of the shadowy empire across the sea.  These witches had held Nevaeh in virtual slavery, using the fighting between the ten dominions to keep their Dark Masters’ strength high—for they fed not upon earthly food, but by keeping the rulers of Nevaeh at each other’s throats, living and growing in the power created by the dark energies born from the fighting. 
By defeating the Afzaleem, he became the first person to unite the dominions of Nevaeh under a single rule while at the same time denying the Circle their Nevaen puppets. 
The king lifted his head to look into the gray eyes of his mate. “There is no choice,” he repeated.  “We must keep the trust and willingness of all rulers to allow themselves and their families to be led rather than forced.”
“There are still those who resist what we do to help them,” she said.
“No, it is because those few have no faith in me,” he whispered.  While his words were simple, they were true. 
“Perhaps…Yet I know there will be one who comes to your aid, when the time is right,” she whispered. “I have foreseen it in my dreams, My Lord. You have changed much since you became high king and you ask the people to do the same.  And remember, what follows this change is what you seek to guide, not the change itself.  The rest will take more time than you and I have, which is why you must wait for the right person.”
“How long is the wait?  We both know the situation grows dire.  The lords of the ten will start feuding again as the remnants of the Circle try to rise.  The Afzaleem are all but dead.  But we know the Circle will find new vassals to fill with darkness…if they have not done so already.  Soon there will begin fighting.  The people will be easily swayed should the dark power find a way to regain a foothold…and such can only happen when dominion fights dominion.  They almost won, and they will try again—they will never stop.  How long must the wait be?” he repeated, not seeking an answer but putting forth the question to the very air itself.  “Days?  Weeks?  Years?”
In from the window floated the voice of their sixteen year old son, Mikaal, as he trained for combat in the courtyard below.  “This person will come.  It will not be…overly long, my husband, my…Lord.  It will happen—perhaps not in the way you think it should, but it will come about the way it must.”

Praise for the Book
"A dystopic fantasy with a feminist twist! [...] David Wind has penned a classic fantasy quest and a fabulous first installment in what promises to be an epic series." ~ Lisa Higgins on Goodreads
"Enchanting and simply irresistible! This book has astounded me. For one, this genre is not my cup of tea. Although I love science fiction, I’m not a big fan of fantastical worlds, especially when a medieval type of life is involved. Yet, this book has been a delightful surprise for me. [...] David Wind has created a world that expresses magic in every way; not just with the sparks and orbs of light that are expelled into the air with every wave and flick of the youngsters’ hands, but also with the suitably old-fashioned dialogue and the masterfully described scenes of the magnificent landscape. This amazing future world is simply irresistible and as I read on, I felt suitably mesmerized by it. I’ve had the best 'mind trip' of my life in years with this book. A true gem of its genre. Well done, David Wind! I’m already looking forward to the next book in the Tales of Navaeh series as to see what else this highly imaginative author has in store for the reader. Don’t miss out. If you love fantasy, trust me, you want to read this book!" ~ Effrosyni Moschoudi on Goodreads
"A very original story, very detailed and well written. Each character has their own qualities, some are likable while others are not. There is suspense, adventure and magic. All the qualities of a great fantasy." ~ Sheri on Goodreads
"David Wind's Born to Magic showcases a master storyteller's ability to create a world and breathe life into it with compelling complex characters. He's written an epic fantasy built around an original mythology and shows he knows how to paint a visual spectacle with amazing action sequences and memorable set pieces. Most importantly, Born to Magic is about something greater than a quest, not only exploring the nature of men and women and their reliance on one another, but examining the very foundation of society and the paths of both ruin and hope available to humanity." ~ Jeff Gunhus on Goodreads
"This was a wonderful futuristic dystopian novel that faces serious issues from our time while empowering young women. [...] I can boot wait to learn when book two is out. David was a new author to me but he's earned a pair of fans in my teen and I." ~ Shannan on Goodreads

From the Author
When my first novel was published in 1981, I had no idea where I was headed. Since then, I've published thirty-six novels, thirty-three of them with traditional publishers, but in 2007, I decided I wanted more freedom than the traditional publishers would allow and began a new phase in my life as an Independent Author.
I live and write in a small village about thirty miles upstate of NYC, and share my house with my wife, Bonnie and our dog Alfie, an apricot poodle. Our three children have ventured out into the world on their own (or so they think). Our son Zach works on the CBS show 48 Hours. Our daughter Devon, her husband Russell and my grandson Sawyer live in New Jersey where Devon teaches Special Education. Alana, our youngest daughter, is a Pastry Chef in San Francisco.
In 2008, I published Angels In Mourning, my 'homage' to the old time private detective books of the 50's and the 60's. I used to love to sneak them from my parents’ night-tables and read them as a young boy. Angels, is a modern day take on the old style hardboiled detective. In April of that year, Angels In Mourning won the Amazon.com Book of the Month Reader's Choice Award.
My Medieval Fantasy, Queen Of Knights, reached #2 on the Amazon.com bestseller lists for historical fantasy and medieval fantasy, and my sci-fi of parallel worlds, The Others, received wide acclaim.
I am currently working on the third volume of the Tales of Nevaeh. Volume II will be out in the late spring.
My novels have been translated into 11 languages and published in 15 countries.

Giveaway
Enter our exclusive giveaway for a chance to win a $10 Amazon gift card or an ebook copy of Born to Magic by David Wind.


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