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Thursday, March 30, 2017

BOOK SPOTLIGHT: Mineran Influence by P.N. Burrows + EXCERPT!

HI guys!
Welcome back to Satisfaction for Insatiable Readers.

Today, we're joining a Reading Addiction Virtual Book Tour already in progress starring a work of Science Fiction.  What's that?  I don't normally feature sci-fi?  Ah yes, there you would be correct, however, from time to time I have been known to dabble...consider this the dabble. ^-^  Ladies and gents, if you'd be so kind to direct your attention front and center as our spotlight title is on deck...

Mineran Series, Book 1
P.N. Burrows

About the book...
Sam, an ex-soldier who is trying to rediscover himself after twenty years of service, unwittingly stumbles upon a mysterious alien presence in rural Wales. He is drawn into a tangled web of intrigue, pitting him against forces bent on destruction and putting his life in peril. Feeling mentally eroded by his time in the army and having worked hard to overcome this, he is thrust upon an alien journey that will change his life and beliefs in a profound way.

Claims of benevolence are only the beginning of the mysteries he'll have to unravel as doubt and mistrust haunt him. He will have to form unlikely alliances in order to fathom the mysteries at the secret Mineran enclave, where intrigue, deception and imminent danger reside.

His journey for answers will introduce him to pernicious enemies with hidden agendas, as a heinous plot to kill him unravels. Can he defeat his personal demons to secure justice and discover the truth of who or what is behind the nefarious machinations and why?



~~~~ EXCERPT ~~~~

Sam could see rows of large stacked cubes. They were polished bright, reflecting the light from overhead. Sam cast a questioning glance at Reb.
‘Would it make sense if I said they are a by-product of the process? To be precise, they are two-metre tall cubes of solid steel or eight cubic metres of steel weighing over sixty-two thousand kilogrammes each. Does that help?’ The sarcastic tone failed to mask Reb’s amusement at Sam’s quandary.
Sam touched one of the cubes as he walked by. The sides were perfectly smooth, and he couldn’t see the top as it was above his head height. The edges and corners were rounded, giving the cubes a look of gigantic dice.
A subdued glow was faintly visible from the end of the conveyor. Sam calculated it to be a quarter of a mile away. He didn’t bother to figure out how many barrels were passing him on the conveyor. A steady stream of them, spaced six feet apart, were travelling lengthways, slightly faster than the pace they were walking at. They disappeared ahead, near the glow. Sam could not make out what was happening, it all seemed to be occurring in shadows, which didn’t make sense as it was also glowing.
He picked up his pace a bit, subconsciously eager to solve the mystery. ‘Do I need to wear a suit or anything?’ he enquired.
‘No, but do not and I stress DO NOT touch anything. In fact, put your hands in your pockets when you get there,’ Reb replied cryptically.
He could feel the heat; it was definitely getting warmer as he drew nearer to the glow. The air had the feel of a smithy he had once visited. It had a perceptible ferrous taste. He could partially see the end wall of the tunnel thirty or forty feet behind the glow, but something large and dark was obscuring the view.
The conveyor ended suddenly with a short downward section. The barrels seemed to enter a dark cave. Bastards, he thought, they are dumping the drums, after all, that bullshit and holier-than-thou crap he had been fed. The bright glow prevented him from seeing into the new cave or tunnel entrance. It seemed to be a set of ultra-bright strip lights. In his haste, Sam had gotten ahead of Reb at this point; he looked back with anger in his eyes.
‘You go ahead, I’ll catch you up. For your own safety, please do not go up the gantry steps or go into the red zone.’
Sam didn’t realise it, but he had broken out into a small jog as he strained to see clearly what was happening. What seemed to be a tunnel entrance from further back must be the opening of a large twenty-foot diameter pipe, whose opening was facing directly at him as the opening was floating in the centre of the tunnel.
He could see the barrels rise to the top of the conveyor’s apex and then descend, lost in the illumination from the bright strip lights. At thirty feet, his assumptions fell apart. He could see that the glowing strip lights were, in fact, a constant stream of bright luminescent liquid flowing into a grill in the floor. ‘None of this makes sense,’ he muttered to himself. ‘If the liquid was the toxic waste, what’s the pipe for?’ He looked back at Reb. ‘I don’t understand, you’re just dumping it all into the ground, but what’s the pipe for?’
‘Look closer, Sam, you not allowing yourself to see the truth.’


About author P.N. Burrows....

Born in England and raised in Wales, I started my working life on a farm in the glorious rural Welsh countryside. I retrained to become an IT Consultant and having spent thousands on Microsoft, CompTIA and Cisco qualifications; I also obtained a contract to run and teach at a Cisco Academy in England. After this, I became a small business IT Advisor for WCBC and the Welsh Government. As this funding dried up, I retrained as a Business Advisor and have since helped thousands of people start up their own businesses.

In my leisure time, I work my way through a comprehensive bucket list with my Fiancée, Cath. This has caused us great delight as we have attended various courses and fun days out, such as beekeeping, pottery making, stained glass making, painting course, cooking courses, hawk walks, animal experiences, quad biking, gorge walking and much more. Our favourite one is learning to dance. This activity has remained with us and will hopefully do so for the rest of our lives. We can do a reasonable Waltz, collapse in laughter trying the Viennese Waltz, but it is the 1920’s Lindy Hop that we have fallen in love with. After three years of dancing, we still attend regular dance classes and events.

Strangely, for an ex-geek, my favourite gadget is my Italian Marcato pasta machine. I love real, unprocessed food and my freshly made pasta with a home cooked sauce is amazing.

I have always enjoyed reading, and in my early teenage years, I read authors ranging from Harry Harrison to HG Wells. Later in life, I turned to thriller writers such as the 3 C’s; Clancy, Cussler and Child. Also, I will always have a Pratchett book on my phone for light reading. His imagination was and always will be, inspiring. I have wanted to write the Mineran Series for several years prior to actually starting and with the encouragement from Cath, who has suffered my many varied, imaginative pranks over the years, I have begun.



Special thanks to Cami at RAVBT for the chance to participate in this promotion.  (THANKS!)  For more information on this title, the author, THIS TOUR, or those on the horizon, feel free to click through the links provided above.  This title is available now, so click on over to your favorite online retailer to snag your copy today.

Until next time, remember....if it looks good, READ IT!

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

BLOG TOUR: A Boy Called Bat by Elana K. Arnold

Hi there!
Welcome back to post number two for the day here at the most bookish place in the blogosphere (okay, ONE of the most bookish ^-^), Satisfaction for Insatiable Readers.

Today, we're diving between the pages of a Children's Fiction release from Walden Pond Press.  I've actually been waiting to talk about this book for a while now (way to keep the anticipation building guys!  ^-^), as I had the honor of reading an ARC at the start of the year, but until the blog tour rolled around, I had to play mum...mostly.  What?  You can't tell me you haven't wanted to spill the beans or at least hint at the goodness that awaits a new reader when you've gotten your hands on a copy pre-release...because if you do, you'll be fibbing and Bat knows that's not a good thing to do, and so should you.  Speaking of Bat, let's get back to stacks and discover my journey through the pages of today's blog tour guest and book of choice...

Elana K. Arnold
Illustrated by
Charles Santoso

About the book...
From acclaimed author Elana K. Arnold and with illustrations by Charles Santoso, A Boy Called Bat is the first book in a funny, heartfelt, and irresistible young middle grade series starring an unforgettable young boy on the autism spectrum.

For Bixby Alexander Tam (nicknamed Bat), life tends to be full of surprises—some of them good, some not so good. Today, though, is a good-surprise day. Bat’s mom, a veterinarian, has brought home a baby skunk, which she needs to take care of until she can hand him over to a wild-animal shelter.

But the minute Bat meets the kit, he knows they belong together. And he’s got one month to show his mom that a baby skunk might just make a pretty terrific pet.


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Is it any wonder why Bat thought the kit and he were a perfect fit?  Just look how CUTE that little guy is up there!  It's hard to imagine anyone not falling in love with him....but the kit's cuteness isn't in question here.  The real question or lesson here is in learning that what's best for others, in this case the little kit, may not always be exactly what WE desire, but it doesn't make it any less of a good choice.  That can be hard enough for the average adult to understand but when you're dealing with unsinkable youth and a type of learning impairment, it can turn even more challenging in a heartbeat. Especially when that someone has their heart set on a new little black and white pet... 

That learning obstacle I mentioned, is autism and it is just that, an obstacle.  I choose to see it as a different way of thinking, not a disability, because in truth, many autistic individuals are ridiculously intelligent to the point of sheer genius, they just relate to others differently.  We all have our strengths and we all have our weaknesses, but in spite of those, we make connections through common interests, a friendly smile, or even a moment where we laughed at ourselves for the sheer audacity of it all.  Bat connects with the world most easily through the animals he loves.  His knowledge on the topic is astounding, and his desire to learn more equally awesome, which makes him the prime candidate to convince his veterinarian mother that THIS is the pet for him.  Yeah...about that...

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Before you get too attached, let me tell you this, they make the right choice for all in the end, allowing Bat to grow from the experience while still realizing that not everything can be the way we want simply because we desire it that way.  I think the author does a great job of letting us behind the eyes of such a wonderful character and I for one feel THAT much richer having "met" him, as I believe you will too.  It's a great story overall for young and old alike, but also a good way to help kids along the same lines as Bat know they are not alone, in this world or the fictitious one. 


About the author...

Elana K. Arnold grew up in Southern California, where she was lucky enough to have her own perfect pet—a gorgeous mare named Rainbow—and a family who let her read as many books as she wanted. She is the author of picture books, middle grade novels, and books for teens. She lives in Huntington Beach, California, with her husband, two children, and a menagerie of animals. You can find her online at


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Special thanks to Danielle at Walden Pond Press for the ARC for review as well as the chance to bring this tour to you.  (THANKS!) Fore more information on this title, the author, or the publisher, feel free to click through the links provided above.  This title just celebrated its BOOK BIRTHDAY earlier this month via Walden Pond Press, an imprint of HarperCollins, so be on the lookout for it on a bookstore shelf or virtual retailer of your choosing.


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Until next time, remember...if it looks good, READ IT!

BLOG TOUR: Bubbles by Malcolm Howard - GUEST POST + REVIEW!

Hi guys and gals!
Welcome back to Satisfaction for Insatiable Readers.

Today, we're joining an Authoright Marketing & Publicity BLOG TOUR already in progress starring a rather unique storybook that celebrates imagination, the power of play, and the teachers that help open young minds every day.  It's a curious read but an enjoyable one at that and with the whimsy filled illustrations, you can't go wrong.  Ready to meet your next potential read?  Take a seat at the head of the class as we welcome today's book of choice and blog tour guest...

Malcolm Howard
Illustrated by
Stephen Harrison
Clink Street Publishing

About the book...
Angelique has long thin legs, long thin arms and a turned-up nose on which sits an enormous pair of spectacles. Her spectacles are so big that they look like magnifying glasses and make her eyes look very large. She normally wears black shoes, a blue dress and a red scarf, and she had just been awarded all her Certificates and Diplomas to become a teacher. But she needs a job. Returning to her home village at the foothills of the French Alps, Angelique finds her childhood school has closed! All she needs is determination, enthusiasm and ten pupils to re-open the school and realise her dreams. But Angelique soon realises that her daily adventures have only just begun.


Here we have a storybook that combines playful and colorful imagery with a lengthier tale than one might expect for the intended audience.  Though that may concern some choosing to read this story at bedtime, it's actually a pretty big PLUS!  Though it is wonderful to read all at once, it is broken into smaller pieces beautifully, so that it can be taken in smaller bites for younger readers.  The fact that you can match up your reading night to the day/chapter of the book is simply the cherry on the sundae!  Now, let's get between the pages...

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We all have teachers we'll never forget.  They are the ones that molded and shaped our young minds, helped us see something about ourselves or the world that we never considered, and otherwise left an impression most favorable.  Angelique is certainly one of those people, despite her being a fictitious creation.  She's not afraid to get her hands dirty, encourages interaction in both the classroom and at play, and never lets a student fall through the cracks...whether human or otherwise.  ^-^  Yes, my friends, her imagination runs as wild as her hair, but that willingness to try something new, to let the students help guide their classroom learning as well as their creative endeavors is part of her charm...the fact that she has bubble potions to aid her in her quest is simply an accessory.  She provides the real magic, along with her students, and it is that connection forged that makes this story THAT much better...along with those wonderful illustrations!

Now, as this is a blog tour, I had the option of getting something a little extra for you guys and my pick was a GUEST POST from the author himself!  Topic suggested and accepted...a glimpse into their own school days so we can perhaps see where their inspiration for the book and love of learning came from.  So, ladies and gents, children and magical creatures of all ages, allow me to introduce, author Malcolm Howard....


School Days with Author Malcolm Howard

Image result for westgate on seaAged nine, I was packed off to boarding school. It was 1953 post-war Britain. My Dad was in the Army and it was not unusual to go to a boarding preparatory school.  Happily my elder brother was already there.

It was like something out of Harry Potter. Dressed in new uniform and cap I was taken to Victoria Station to join the school train to Westgate–on-Sea in Kent, complete with tuck box and trunk.

Today the journey would take about two hours by car, but then it took all day, and seemed to be a world away. So far away that parents would visit once a term and we would write weekly letters in the meantime.

The week before departure, I was riding down a hill standing on the back axle of a friend’s tricycle. “brakes don’t work” he said. I jumped off and incurred a broken front tooth and a bleeding face. Undaunted I arrived at school with scabs and stitches.

I enjoyed the boarding experience. They were years of innocence. I remember the Headmaster interrupting a Latin lesson to say that a storm had washed driftwood onto the beach. The lesson was suspended.

We took trolleys to the beach and loaded up old railway sleepers and wheeled them back to school. At the weekend we cut them up into logs, using a long two-handled saw operated by a boy on each end, for burning on the schoolroom fire.

Image result for geographyMy brother moved on to Pangbourne Nautical College because my Father thought he needed discipline! I was more of a daydreamer and moved on to Bradfield College in Berkshire.

I wasn’t a scholar. I drifted through and had a knack of just achieving the necessary pass mark to progress. I can’t say that I recall a favourite teacher. My Housemaster taught Geography which I managed to fail, but he still made me head of house.

I had just started my final year when my Father asked if I would like to sit the exam for Officer training at Sandhurst. True to form I passed by just three marks. I left the school at Christmas. I think my parents were finding it difficult to pay the fees.

I finished my education at the Royal Military Academy – where I got paid!


About the author...

Now retired Malcolm Howard lives in Walton-On-Thames Surrey. Malcolm has enjoyed a varied career from being a part of the Queens Surrey Regiment, to moving to the French Alps where he set up a Ski High School, now part of the British Ski Academy, before returning to Surrey to work for the probation service. In his spare time he continues to lend a hand at the local Council as well as visit the mountains in France where his son still lives.


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Special thanks to Rachel at Authoright Marketing and Publicity for the copy for review as well as the chance to participate in this promotion, and to the author for taking the time to share a bit about their past with all of us.  (THANKS!)  For more information on this title, the author, this tour, or those on the horizon, feel free to click through the links provided above.  This title is available now, so click on over to your favorite online retailer to snag a copy for your bookshelf today!

Until next time, remember...if it looks good, READ IT!

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