Updates

Hi Everyone,

I wanted to give you all a quick update. As many of you know, Kindle Scout is no more. According to Amazon, ORION could still be selected for a publishing deal. If it is selected, you’ll have till May 31st to get the free copy if you nominated. The far more likely option of it not being selected will still result in a free copy. However, in order to make the most of a free promotion, I need to book advertisers. I can only do that with about a month or two before the free period.

So what that means is the book will be on preorder until the ad dates because it’s always better to run those promotions closer to the release date. I have received many comments from folks interested to read the rest of the tale. Thank you all for those. Seriously, they keep me going. You will get to read it, but in order to make sure ORION isn’t buried under the 500 other books released this month alone, I need to be smart about my release. I like to be transparent about what happens behind the scenes so you know why are you waiting, instead of just waiting.

Thank you all for your support,

Aaron

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Nominate ORION on Kindle Scout and get a free copy!

ORION-AaronFrale6x9For those of you who have been following this project for a while, it started off with the title Life 2.0. After much deliberation to preserve the surprise ending, I am going to title it ORION. It’s now ready for the world, and I need your help getting it published with Amazon’s press.

All you need to do is click the book to the right, read the excerpt, and then click the nominate button. For your trouble, you’ll get a free copy of the book when it is released! If you really want to help me out, maybe convince a couple friends to nominate too. I appreciate all the support you all have given me.

Help Me Get Published and Get a Free Book

I’m going to do an experiment with my next book called Life 2.0. I’m going to give away 100 copies for free before it’s even finished being edited. You will get to see the raw story from my fingers to the screen. What I want from you is your feedback. Read through it, tell me what you think. You can comment on this post or contact me from the Mailing List and Contact page to the left.

Also, by getting one of those 100 copies and reading through it, you’ll help me get a chance at a publishing deal. The site I’m using takes those 100 copies to see how many people read through it and shared it with their friends, and it analyzes its publishing potential.

Once all the copies are gone, that’s it. You’ll have to wait months to get a copy.

Here’s the description:

Each time Orion dies, he gets a second chance at life. He has lives where he is a Roman, a Knight, and even a soldier in the Vietnam War.  However, another immortal he has nicknamed Stabby keeps trying to kill him in each one. He wonders why he has so many chances at life until he meets a Princess that needs saving and that Princess also appears in all of his lives.

Get your copy here.

Time Burrito

I wanted to thank everybody who voted for Time Burrito and let you know that it’s on amazon right now. If you have a Kindle Unlimited account, you can start reading. If you don’t and can spare $3, that would help out a lot. If you can’t spare the $3, I understand that too and will run a free download promotion on Amazon on or around April 19th (stay tuned for more details).

In meantime, if you want to help me out, there are several ways you can do it. The best way is tell friend about the book, or share it on social media. People love cats, so why not give them a cat on a burrito? If you’ve read it, reviews also help a whole bunch. (Note to my friends and family, you cannot leave a review. Amazon will delete those). Here’s how to get it on Amazon:

 

Quick Update

Hi everyone, I wanted to let you all know that I just did an interview on Real Paranormal Activity. If you haven’t heard, the show is a great podcast that reads listener ghost stories. Check it out on your favorite podcast app (just in time for Halloween). If you want to hear my interview where I talk about writing, life, and even a few ghost stories of my own, you can listen to it here.

And if you haven’t nominated Othello and Zombies yet. Seriously, what are you waiting for? You can nominate here.

Atmospheric Pressure

Atmospheric_Pressure_01My next book Atmospheric Pressure is ready to be shared with the world. And it has some awesome cover art by a buddy of mine named Philip Hughes. Before I unleash it on the world of Amazon, I have a request from all of you. Please nominate the book in Kindle Scout. I need nominations to get a publishing deal, and nominators get a free Kindle edition if I get published. It’s a win for both of us. Click here to nominate.

Here’s a short description of the book:

Olson lives in a city that has been sealed from the outside world. He’s an Eleven Year and close to citizenship. His life is upended when one of the few adults who cares about him commits suicide – or so it appears at first. While investigating, Olson meets a girl named Natalie snooping around his school. He soon learns that one of her friends died under similarly mysterious circumstances. Together, they start looking for answers, and end up discovering the city’s darkest secrets.

Footfalls on Creaking Floorboards – Part 7 #Horror #Fantasy

Author’s Note: As you may have already noticed, I’ve slowed down writing the Footfalls posts. Mainly because there are a couple of other projects taking priority at the moment. My second novel, Atmospheric Pressure, is very close to completion. The 4th story in the Kal series is also making a lot of headway. I will continue to write Footfalls, but I only have a limited amount of writing time. Until the books sales equal my paycheck, I’ll have squeeze it in when I have some time. In meantime, please enjoy installment 7:

“Ghost? What do you mean ghosts?” Luther said. His voice tuned up a notch or two when he got nervous. The shrill squeak of the word ghost almost made Angela want to have a serious conversation with him about why he never seemed to get a girlfriend. Aside from crushes on lesbians, he really spent too much of his time whining about his situation rather than doing anything about it. He would write these annoying tweets like “so and so didn’t even talk to me today, guess I’ll be single forever.”

Sometimes, she wanted to reach through the computer, slap him, and yell, “No wonder why you’re single!” Other times, she wanted to friend dump him. However, no matter how annoying he could be, there would always be a glimmer of hope. He would come through when she needed him. He picked her up from a friend’s house when she was too high to drive home and didn’t feel safe about staying. He stuck up for her when someone would pick on her for her sexuality. Most people would just stay quiet when bigots expressed their opinion about her “life choices.” Luther was never quiet. Despite the fact that everyday life seemed almost too much for Luther, he was there when she needed him. Right now she needed him. Hopefully, now wouldn’t be the time Luther would break.

“The little girl. She saw us,” Angela said. “But the father didn’t. And the clothes. They are definitely not from our time period. Look at this basement. It looks new.”

“So what are you saying? We time traveled?”

“It’s something more than that. The father didn’t even react to us.”

“Maybe strange people in his basement is a regular occurrence.”

“Would you just ignore the strangers talking to your little girl in your house?”

“Um… Ok. Right. So what do we do? Can’t we just draw the witch marks again and go back.”

“Not until we find my brother.”

“But what if there is a time limit? What if it doesn’t open?”

“Look, you can go back. I’m not stopping you, but my brother is back in this time, I just know it.”

Angela explained to Luther everything she had learned from Mr. Harrison’s photograph to her thoughts on the current situation. She drew the symbol on his sketch book, so he’d be able to draw it himself if he needed it. Afterwards, Luther decided to stay. Despite the fact that he could be annoying from time to time, he was always there when she needed him.

They decided to explore the rest of the house. If the only person in the house who could see them was the little girl, it would be pretty easy to have a look around. If Angela’s brother really had tagged a wall in the future and ended up discovering a tunnel to the past then there should be a sign of him somewhere within the house. They would also have to ask the girl when she was away from the adults.

They made their way up the stairs and opened the door to the kitchen. Everything looked new despite the fact that the appliances were very old. The oven looked like it was a polished antique with ornate legs like it was a piece of furniture out of a movie set. The refrigerator was nothing more than an icebox. The place was clean and didn’t have the musty smell that most old houses had.

They made their way into the dining room. The same table that seemed to stand as a monument to time looked completely new. The room was also bright and decorated. There were dishes on display in the built-ins. The girl and the dad were setting the table. The girl looked up at them when they came into the room. Angela smiled and put her finger over her lips. The girl nodded and continued to help her father.

A woman entered with a bag of groceries. She was wearing a turn of the century dress and bonnet. The shopping bag had a loaf of bread sticking out of the top. The scene looked exactly as one would expect from a historical drama. “I’m so sorry about the delay. You know how it can be in town. You get to talking and one thing leads to another…”

“It’s ok. I decided to make supper this evening for all of us,” the husband said with a cheery smile.

“It’s definitely not your average turn of the century family,” Luther whispered.

“Why are you whispering?” Angela said. “It’s not as if they can hear us.”

“She can!” Luther said.

“She’s agreed not to talk with us until her parents aren’t around. Nod if you understand me.” Angela said, and the girl nodded her acknowledgement. “So why would you say they aren’t average?”

“The dad is doing the cooking.”

“Plenty of father’s cook. Mine does for us every night.”

“But this is the 1900s! Didn’t women have to do whatever their husband wanted?”

“Quit being a misogynist.”

“Misogynist! I’m not the misogynist. They are! They didn’t even let women vote.”

Angela rolled her eyes and said. “Come on, let’s explore the rest of the house.”

Angela and Luther went through the house. It was what one would expect from a turn of the century farm house. The furniture that would be antique by their standards looked new. The decorations were out of a different era. There was even an old time phonograph that gleamed like it was new.

Throughout the house, they found no evidence of her brother. There wasn’t anything to suggest that travelers from her time period had ever been to the house. Once Angela was satisfied there were no rooms undiscovered or any clues missed, they turned their attention back to the family. The little girl had to know something. They decided to confront her after dinner.

They made their way back down the stairs and into the kitchen. The family had just finished eating when Angela and Luther stepped into the room. The woman began to pick up the plates. The husband stopped her and said in the same cheery tone. “No, I got it dear. You both relax. I’ll fix up some dessert.”

“I couldn’t really,” The woman protested.

“I insist. You’ll love it. It’s a French recipe.” The husband said and scooped up the dirty dishes. The woman sat back down and the daughter eyed both Luther and Angela. Luther turned to follow the husband into the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” Angela said.

“I’m curious,” Luther said. “I wonder if we can eat food from this time.”

“We are trapped in the past and all you can think about is dessert?”

“We can’t talk to her in front of her parents. Might as well make the most out of the time we are here. Besides, you never know when what we learn will come in handy.”

“In case we need to eat our way out of a situation?”

“I mean the manipulation of objects. Even poltergeist stories have some sort of truth to them.”

He did have a point. Angela followed Luther into the kitchen. The husband pulled out a bowl from the icebox that looked like chocolate pudding. He stirred the mixture and turned to look over his shoulder. Even though Angela knew he couldn’t see her, it looked as if he was staring right at her. He pulled a vial from his coat pocket. The vial had a skull and crossbones on it. Once he was satisfied that no one was watching, he poured the vial into the pudding and stirred it some more. A wicked grin appeared on his face as he poured the mixture into three serving bowls.