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99¢ sale in time for Halloween

Halloween means different things to different people. I like a bit of everything, from suspenseful thrillers like Hitchcock is associated with to giant monsters who make a career out of crushing Tokyo.

My writing reflects this too. We just held a free promotion for Panama, and it included dark magical forces and black magic.

This week's promotion is for The Playground. It includes some of that demonic magic, but it starts off with some near future science fiction.

A ruthless businessman, Tommy Fazio, created a line of toys that include a social network for children. They become the “must have” product of the Christmas season.

He has larger plans though. The Playground Network is brainwashing our children into his own personal army. Imagine a homegrown army housed in our very homes.

Tommy isn't a patient man, so he turns to the occult to speed things along. This is where the story opens.

I chose to tell this tale from three different points of view. The main characters are involved in three distinct stories, but they converge at the end for an explosive finale.

Chloe is a little girl who gets a Playground doll for Christmas. She names the doll Sandra, and it leads her down a dark path. She represents all the children, and their only hope is to bring down the entire network before it's too late.

Gina is a doctor who narrowly survived a brush with cancer. She's somewhat broken at the beginning of the book and working in end-of-life care. She accepts a position working for an eccentric old man, and it changes her life completely. She acquires a parasite that allows her to see into the other world. Demons, fairies, ghosts – it's all real, and now Gina may be the only person who can stop the Playground Network. She doesn't really know what she's doing, but she'd better figure it out fast.

The next generation of Playground software goes missing. Tommy hires a ruthless thug to retrieve it. Clovis is huge, street tough, and has a head start on Gina. A seeming force-of-nature that is going to be hard to overcome.

I tried to replicate the works of Frank Miller and Quentin Tarantino in this story. If you think a scoop of Sin City plus a portion of Pulp Fiction, might make a great Halloween story, this may be the one for you.

Like I said, Halloween can mean a lot of different things. This one includes a demon, ghosts, a secret society, a parasite, magical weapons, a classic GTO automobile, a stupid dog, and more.

The Playground is on sale from Monday through Friday for the frighteningly low price of 99¢. I set it up on both Amazon.com and Amazon.uk. It should be live right before this post shows up. (International date lines and time zones may vary, because who really knows what Amazon does?)

 

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Something different, on Lisa Burton Radio #RRBC

Welcome to another edition of Lisa Burton Radio. This is your host, Lisa the robot girl, with a show that’s a bit different today.

These interviews have gotten really popular, and I’m getting a lot of verbal commitments for future shows. What I’m not getting is action on those commitments. Because of this, I don’t have a guest this week.

I’ve hosted pirates, goblins, ghosts, spies, superheroes, a serial killer, even a lawyer. I have a hunch your characters will fit right in.

This show may be the only character based interview slot on the entire internet. Fiction authors should consider sending me a character to interview. I’m willing to include purchase links, cover art, and bios.

Today, I’m going to do what some of the morning show jocks do and call someone up. While I’m connecting, I’ll make my sponsor C. S. Boyack. He’s my author and writes science fiction, paranormal, and fantasy tales. Here we go.

“Hello. What do you want?”

“Is this Clovis?”

“Yeah. How did you get this number?”

“I’m Lisa the robot girl. I have all the numbers.”

“That chick from the writing cabin?”

“Yes. You’re on the air right now with Lisa Burton Radio.”

“Why?”

“Well, I need a guest and thought of you. How’s my car?”

“Ha, the GTO is fine, but I don’t remember it being yours.”

“It should have been. I asked Craig to let me make a poster with it, but he said it was to obvious. What have you been doing since The Playground wrapped up?”

“Just living the good life. I’m down here in – well let’s just say I’m out in the boondocks.”

“Did you ever meet back up with that special lady?”

“Kind of. We see each other on weekends. Sometimes she comes out to the bait and tackle shop, sometimes I go to town now that the heat’s off.”

“Are you fitting in with your neighbors?”

“I am now. There were a couple of young guys who thought they could rob my till and steal my beer. They weren’t as tough as they thought. Screamed like little girls once I attached the snapping turtles.”

“That’s terrible.”

“Actually, it was pretty funny. They danced around like Michael Jackson trying to shake them off. The dog thought they were playing and knocked them down.”

“How is that stupid dog?”

“Stupid.”

“He ate my bathing suit you know.”

“That’s what I heard. He means well, but doesn’t always understand.”

“I love animals, so I forgive him. Have you seen any paranormal stuff since you got there?”

“It isn’t as common as you think. I still have that pain-in-the-butt doctor’s card if I ever do. It’s in the car somewhere. I’ve seen some crap, so I know it’s out there. In fact, I’d like to get a rematch with that Morley dude.”

“I don’t see that happening any time soon. He only comes around when someone is going to die.”

“So if I bump off one of those knuckleheads do you think he’d show up?”

“That’s terrible. You’re supposed to be retired and living the good life.”

“Life’s good, but a man still needs to let off steam every now and then.”

“Maybe you can sign up for one of those boot camp kind of programs.”

“I already did that, in the Marines. I don’t see any reason to do it again.”

“It sounds like you’re doing okay. The bait and tackle shop is open again, the car and dog are in good shape, and you have a budding relationship.”

“It’s okay, but retirement’s kind of boring. Maybe I’ll load up Justine and the dog and head down to Mexico for a week.”

“Don’t get into any trouble.”

“Me? I’m the poster boy of caution. If there’s any trouble it’ll be Justine or the dog causing it.”

“Alright, thanks for visiting with us today. Any last words?”

“Yeah. Lose this number.”

“Can’t. Craig makes me keep all of them. He says you never know if someone will return in a story. It happened to me, and it kind of livened things up.”

“Oh yeah? Tell him to send me into one of those schools some asshole decides to shoot up. I’ll bet those guys aren’t nearly as tough as they think they are. They think they’re persecuted now, wait until I get done with them.”

“I, um. I don’t want to know. Bye now.”

Clovis is one of three main characters in The Playground, and he’s not someone to trifle with. If you want to know more about him, I’ll include a purchase link.

I need guests to keep this show going. Authors, drop us a line at Coldhand (dot) Boyack (at) gmail (dot) com and get your characters on the show. I’m really good about tweeting it out all day, sharing it on two Facebook sites, Flipboard, and Stumbleupon. I also tweet them out randomly on Fridays. That’s pretty decent promotion for the cost of free. Come visit with me.

Even if you don’t have a character ready for the show, maybe one of your writer friends does. Please share this post and let them know.

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The Playground is a paranormal tale, set in the style of Frank Miller and Quentin Tarantino. It includes a bit of science fiction, but it’s the kind we might actually have next week.

Told from the point of view of three different characters in alternating stories, the threads all tie together at the end.

Why not read a sample, or check it out on Amazon Unlimited for free. Here is the purchase link http://a-fwd.com/asin=B01D6EF6RI

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Get your characters on the show. Let readers know how awesome they really are. Use the sharing buttons below and let your friends know about this opportunity. Feel free to use the hashtag #LisaBurtonRadio.

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We’re Home again

It was a long drive across the desert today. Our old dog got sick while we were gone, and he’s peeing blood now. Of course it’s Labor Day today. He has to wait until tomorrow to see the vet. He’s been heading downhill over the last six months, and I’m worried about him. I’d take him to the vet right now, but they’re closed.

Oregon is full of tree hungers. It’s a big change for someone like me, but I tried to be polite to everyone. I stood in line for the restroom at Crater Lake. There was a sign that said, “We’re concerned about the environment. We’ve provided the hand dryer instead of paper towels.” I told this in story form to my wife and said, “So I blew my nose on the hand dryer.” (I didn’t really.)

A blonde tourist lady overheard me, and just cracked up. I started noticing all the Subarus in Oregon. It must be like the BMWs were to the yuppies twenty years ago. A Subaru is the tree hugger badge of honor. When we stopped at McDonald’s in Burns, the restroom had the same paper towel issue. In each case, the stalls were full, so I couldn’t get any toilet paper to blow my nose. This time, there wasn’t even a garbage can in the restroom. I sat my empty Skoal can on the floor where the garbage can usually stands. (Maybe they’ll get the hint.)

We both got a bit silly over the long drive. My wife said she could help me with driving, and that it was the fellowship of our quest. I told her the burden fell to me, and only I can see it through. I told her to order me a “Royal With Cheese” for lunch. She didn’t get it and must have missed that one while I was doing Quentin Tarantino research for a writing project. (We may be watching too many movies.)

Gasoline in Oregon was both sides of $4.00 per gallon. I’m fairly sure it’s because of a state law requiring gas pump attendants, and not allowing for self service stations. This is a law I’m in favor of. The kids around here don’t get to start working until they turn eighteen. I think a shift pumping gas at sixteen or so would do most of them a world of good. Everyone has to start somewhere, and having something they are qualified for seems like a good thing.

I’m behind on all my writing now, but that’s okay. I owe someone something for a blog appearance I committed to, and I have a micro fiction project I need to get to. I’ll make those priorities. Then I have to work through my critiques on Will ‘O the Wisp. I also need to get on with the editing of The Cock of the South. I might wind up with cover art before the story is ready. That isn’t a problem, it’s just different.

All told, it was a pretty fun trip. There are things that got neglected and, except for the dog, they were all considered. We had a nice time and did some fun things along the way. It’s time to get back in the swing and catch up where we fell behind. I’m off to finally blow my nose, then I have to pay some bills.

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