Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Andrea Buginsky has some great tips for 2012!

It’s almost New Year’s which makes it the perfect time to set some goals for yourself. What would you like to accomplish in 2012 that you didn’t get done in 2011? What new goals do you have set for yourself? Now’s the perfect time to figure it out!
Start by giving yourself some time to yourself. Sit in a quiet room by yourself with nothing but your thoughts, a notebook, and a pen. Start thinking about everything you wanted to accomplish in 2011 but didn’t get around to doing. Jot these down in your notebook to get your goal list started.
Next, think about all of the new things you’d like to accomplish. Perhaps you finished a project you’ve been working on for a while and are ready to start another. Or, you finished one step of an on-going project and are ready to begin the next. Add these to your list of goals.
Your goals  don’t have to be huge goals, such as lose 50 pounds or write a book. You can set little goals that you can work on throughout the year, such as redecorate a room in your house, read a book you’ve been interested in checking out for a while, or even try that new seafood restaurant in your neighborhood. The point is to set up some realistic goals you can work toward achieving in 2012.
Once you have your list, keep it handy. Take a look at it throughout the year to see how far you’ve come. And don’t be afraid to add new goals as they come to you. It doesn’t matter if you don’t accomplish them all in the upcoming year. What matters is that you know what you wish to accomplish in your life.
Andrea Buginsky is the author of “The Chosen,” a Young Adult fantasy about a young dwarf who learns her true calling in life and sets off on a quest with a group of warriors to save their home world, Phantasma.

Halli is a shy, young dwarf who has no idea of her true calling.  When the evil Prince Gastle sets out to detroy the world of Phantasma, Queen Laurali of the Elves comes to tell Halli she’s a Holy Paladin with the power to heal, and will join The Chosen, a group of brave warriors being sent to defeat the evil beast and save Phantasma.  Will Halli be accepted by her group, and be able to keep them alive through their adventures?  Will the evil Prince Gastle be defeated, freeing Phantasma from his destruction?  Only time will tell.
Available from Solstice Publishing and for the Amazon Kindle

You can find Andrea:
On her website, Andi’s Realm
On Twitter: @andreabuginsky

Happy holidays!

Thursday, December 15, 2011

John Rosenman visits and teases with a taste of Dax Rigby, War Correspondent

Hey John, welcome to Penny's Tales.  Thanks for visiting with me.  Yikes!  Dax Rigby sounds like a thriller!  Tell everybody about your story.

As WWIII rages on Earth, War Correspondent Dax Rigby travels to the savage planet Arcadia to investigate and report on the Western Alliance’s mission there.  Soon, he fights not only to save two intelligent alien species from extinction, but also to rescue a dying human outpost threatened by a mysterious disease.

Facing assassination attempts, seduction from a passionate pilot, and his own mysterious powers of resurrection, Dax struggles to maintain his loyalties and complete his mission. The fate of two worlds hangs in the balance. Will he find a way to redefine both his identity and his destiny in time?

How about giving us a taste, John!

Chapter One
Welcome To Paradise

Dax left the ship and stepped into madness.

First there were the cheers and then the blinding tropical sun as he moved out onto the ramp. Fumbling in his pocket, he hurriedly donned his sunglasses and looked out at Base Camp, humanity’s only foothold on the planet Arcadia. In front of him, other passengers froze in their descent, stunned by the heat and their reception.

At least two dozen in the camp had turned out to welcome them, shielding themselves with umbrellas against the sun. Dax saw men and women in ragged shirts and shorts shouting up at them. They all looked shrunken and withered, yet riveted by the ship’s arrival.

Why were they out in this terrible heat? Dax figured they must be damn happy to see their replacements. The ship’s arrival was proof they were finally going home. Otherwise, why risk death by heatstroke?

Feeling someone press against him from behind, he moved forward with his gear and descended the stairs. When he reached the ground, he adjusted his hat and scanned the area.
Base Camp consisted of thirty sorry units. According to accounts, they’d been here only three years. They looked faded and worn, bludgeoned by the planet’s heat. In just minutes, Dax was drenched with sweat and a bit woozy, too. He took a step and swayed on his feet.

“Easy, son, this heat’ll do it to you.”

He turned. Merriwether, the vice-captain of their ship. The man’s ancient eyes widened, as if to impart some secret.

Dax blinked, realizing the cheers had died. “We just got here, and you go back tomorrow?”

“Yes, and most of them do, too.  Including the toughest ones who signed up for three years instead of one or two.” Merriwether rubbed his gray beard and gazed at the camp’s population, who mingled enthusiastically with the passengers. Dax heard laughter, and someone brayed, “Man, are we all glad to see you!”

“I hope you’re successful investigating the Hopper and Flyer war,” Merriwether said. “Even if you find out why they hate each other so much, how can it possibly help us beat the Eastern Alliance?”

Good question. He reached for his handkerchief and mopped his face. “I don’t know.” He didn’t say his major task was to discover why the WA—the Western Alliance—was so interested in the creatures in the first place. “By the way, I’m supposed to report to Major Campbell. Do you know where her quarters are?”

“I’m afraid not,” Merriwether said. “You might ask one of the camp members.”

After Merriwether left, Dax approached an emaciated, unshaven man with a parasol and asked him.

The other pointed theatrically. “Behold.”

Dax turned, seeing a faded plastic silver shack fifteen meters away. While the archaic word implied a stately sight, this battered prefab with its droopy awning looked indistinguishable from its fellows. Dax swung back to see if the man referred to another structure. The stranger, though, still pointed at the silver shack to emphasize his pronouncement.

“The major awaits your pleasure,” his informant said and limped away.

Left behind, Dax felt lost and abandoned. He’d studied Arcadia’s harsh conditions in advance, but it hadn’t fully prepared him for being here. Dax was convinced he’d been picked up and dropped in the most godforsaken backwater of the universe. This feeling intensified as the meeting of the incoming and outgoing crews rapidly became a boisterous party totally oblivious to him. Unless he was mistaken, it would soon disintegrate into an orgy.

Dax heard coarse laughter and witnessed the pouring of libations. And those funny-looking sticks going around—he’d smoked a few of them himself. A man and woman embraced, the woman a scrawny, beef-jerky greeter of her plump guest. She clutched the pudgy man, seeming to drain the life from his body. Glancing around, Dax realized most of the outgoing crew looked more than exhausted and physically depleted. Judging from their expressions, they were desperate as well.

What could have done this to them? And perhaps equally important, why didn’t any of the reports he’d read mention this?

Though only twenty-three, Dax knew how to size up places quickly. Water, food, and the climate were reportedly safe on Arcadia. However, something seemed wrong. He was tough, having brought himself up by sheer guts and determination after his mother, his only parent, had died when he was ten. But he already felt—or imagined he felt—this world creeping into his bones, draining his spirit.

He raised his eyes and gazed out past the camp. Though the land had been cleared for a dozen meters beyond, the rain forest crouched on all sides, waiting to pounce. The lush fertility, the towering green trees, and glorious, multicolored flowers seemed ominously excessive. Dax wondered if they drew their vitality from the withered souls they surrounded.

The thought was a little dramatic for him. Yet he shivered in the heat and wondered about the fatality rate.

Shouts. He turned to see a bottle being passed around. Why didn’t Major Campbell stop this behavior, or at least control it? The question made him remember his mission here, and he lowered his bag to the ground. Reaching in, past the plastic holo of his girlfriend, Lexis, he took out one of his minicams and thumbed a button.

“This is Dax Rigby reporting for TransWorld,” he said, sighting around at the camp. “Today, July Nine Standard, we landed at Base Camp on Arcadia after a journey of thirty-one days. My initial impressions of the place are—”

An especially loud outburst of laughter made him press the Stop button. He watched as several groups dispersed for the privacy of shacks. When things settled down, he pressed the Record button and opened his mouth.

No words came out.

He knew he should discuss Arcadia’s oppressively hot beauty and the unusual reception they’d received. He should speculate as to why the Flyers and Hoppers fought, and even more, why it mattered. Why, in short, had the WA bankrolled an extended mission to this remote sweltering outpost, and what in hell did they hope to accomplish here? For some reason, though, Dax didn’t say anything. Instead he squirmed, pulling at his clothes. His shirt stuck to his skin with sweat, and his underwear had wedged up tight in the crack of his buttocks.

He remembered how Jarret, his bureau chief, teased him concerning this assignment. “Sorry there’s no high tech there. Boy, I know you love your comforts. Take my advice and look on it as a challenge.”

Dax stopped adjusting his clothes. There were no vids and foam mattresses here, and worse, perhaps no AC either. Jarret was right. Dax did enjoy his comforts. Still, he could take it, heat and sweat and all. He could take anything this place threw at him because it represented his golden opportunity.

Golden opportunity? Those had been Jarret’s words. Sweating in the sun, Dax  realized how his employer had manipulated him, playing on his poverty and curiosity, his hunger to succeed. “Son, be our War Correspondent on Arcadia. If you can find out why we’re there, it’ll make your fortune. You can write your own ticket!”

And the reward included marrying his daughter Lexis, whom Jarret, a snob, did not want Dax to marry. Oh yes, Dax saw now how skillfully Jarret had pushed his buttons, waving the banner of fame and fortune. Young and hungry, confident in his abilities, and fascinated by the opportunity to further his study of this mysterious planet, Dax had been unable to resist the challenge and had let Jarret send him nine hundred light-years from Earth.

A bittersweet memory struck: Lexis with her beautiful, almond-colored face, begging him not to go, flashing eyes fixed on him, and her slender, voluptuous form tense with fear. “It’s my father’s way of getting rid of you.” She’d sobbed. “You’ll never come back, and I’ll never see you again!”

“I have to go, Lexis,” he’d said. “It’s for our future. I have no choice!”

“I don’t need you to be rich, Dax. I need you!”

He’d shaken his head. “I’ve been poor all my life, Lexis. Believe me, it’s worth anything to have money. Besides, I feel I’ll be successful.”

“And I feel you’ll die on Arcadia, Dax. Please—stay on Earth!”

Glancing at the hot, miserable camp, Dax felt his illusion crumble. This place didn’t belong on the beautiful green and blue globe he’d seen on the ship’s display screen. God in Space, why had he come here?

A full month already gone… By now, Lexis could have found someone else. Men were attracted to her as ants to sugar. Even if he survived Arcadia, his assignment here lasted for a full year. And even with hyper-jumps, by the time he returned, at least fourteen months would have passed.

Don’t think of home. Dax swatted away one of the pesky drill flies and pocketed his cam. There’d be time later to record his first impressions of this place. He’d better wait until after he reported to the CO.

Wiping his face with his handkerchief, he picked up his bag and headed toward Major Campbell’s office.

Suddenly he heard an unearthly roar, a weird, piercing bellow. He whirled, searching without success for the source. Those who were still in the open froze in horror. The sound must have been a Hopper. He recognized its distinctive sound from a vid he’d seen.

The roar came again. This time it was louder, filling the sky and the world. Dax, with his reporter’s instincts, yanked out his cam and held it up to capture the sound.

The roar rose and fell, reminding him of…a crazed hippo. The roar’s dark modulations, the way it ululated and made the air vibrate…

In the camp, most ran for cover. A lone pair of new arrivals clutched each other. Dax watched them break for the nearest hut.

Where was Major Campbell? Why didn’t she get off her ass and do something?

Before Dax headed for cover himself, the roar faded and died. Trembling, he put the cam back in his bag. What luck! Ten minutes after he got here, he’d already recorded one of the warring monsters. For some reason, though, he didn’t feel much elation. The creature had sounded so creepy, so bone-chillingly eerie. Its cry continued to resonate inside him.

Dax shook it off. Come on, get a grip. More important, get a story.

Inhaling the hot air, he headed toward Major Campbell’s shack. He stopped at the door, reading the two signs on it.

The first was a steel plate. It read: Major Shade Campbell, Base Commander.

Below it, the other sign made him blink. It was done in what appeared to be red paint. The block letters were uneven and had dripped down the door, the color of fresh blood.

Welcome To Paradise.

Dax swallowed, raised his hand, and knocked.

“Come in.”

The voice sounded muffled. Dax wiped his face and lifted the latch.

A few tidbits about John Rosenman.

John recently retired as an English professor at Norfolk State University where he 
designed and taught a course in how to write Science fiction and Fantasy.  He is a former Chairman of the Board of the Horror Writers Association and has published approximately 350 stories in places such as Weird Tales, Whitley Strieber's Aliens, Fangoria, Galaxy, The Age of Wonders, and the Hot Blood anthology series. John has published twenty books, including SF action/romantic adventure novels such as Beyond Those Distant Stars and Speaker of the Shakk (Mundania Press), A Senseless Act of Beauty (Crossroad Press), and Alien Dreams (Drollerie Press and Crossroad Press).  Shorter books include A Mingling of Souls and Music Man (XoXo Publishing), Here Be Dragons (Eternal Press), The Voice of Many Waters (Blue Leaf Publications), Green in Our Souls (Damnation Books), and Bagonoun’s Wonderful Songbird and Childhood’s Day (Gypsy Shadow Publishing). Recent developments: MuseItUp Publishing published two novels, Dark Wizard and Dax Rigby, War Correspondent.  Another SF novel, Inspector of the Cross, will appear in February.  MuseItUp Publishing also published More Stately Mansions and The Blue of Her Hair, the Gold of Her Eyes, and it will release Steam Heat, a tale of erotic horror in December. 
Readers can visit John at his website,, and other sites:\!/Writerman1!/profile.php?id=1164323809 and . . .  
One of his interviews is at 

Where can we find your book, John?

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

The Key by Felicia Rogers

Hi everybody! 

I got the opportunity to read The Key by Felicia Rogers.  What a story!  Not sure what I can and cannot say in a review, so as not to give anything away, but here goes. 

This story is about a high school senior which, due to tragic circumstances, lives with her grandmother.  She is alone and friendless.  Two new boys come to her school, both wanting her attention, but for two very different reasons.  One dark and foreboding, the other, determined to be her protector.  One wants her life, the other wants to keep her alive! 

Ms. Rogers has a way of making her characters come alive.  Her plot has twists and turns that kept me guessing through the entire story, and wanting more.

This is a great story for any age. 

Thursday, December 1, 2011

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