Saturday, December 13, 2014

Book Tour

I'm hosting the next stop for fellow indie author Gillian Felix's book tour. Below is a synopsis and link for her latest book, Perfect Escape.


Perfect Escape (Book 4)

One person’s perfect escape is another’s perfect hell.
In this coming-of-age story, teen singing sensation Leighann DaCosta tries to find out who she is without her music career. A career that has been part of her life since before the age of ten. When Leighann’s estranged father enters her life, she is caught up in a tug-of-war between both parents. Does she trust the man who abandoned her as a baby, or a mother who is losing her mind? 

When heartthrob Zax Banovic is assigned to tutor Leighann, he provides her with the perfect escape from the madness in her life. Enter Kristin Newman, Zax’s super-hot, sickeningly perfect, tennis-pro girlfriend, who dampens any chance Leighann has with him. 

After the unthinkable happens, Leighann’s world is shattered, causing her to shut everyone out. Unable to cope, Leighann accepts help from her frenemy, but will the help she accept come with a hefty price?

Excerpt Links
Changes (Book 1) -

Banovic Siblings (Book 2) -

Bastard’s Brew (Book 3) -

Perfect Escape (Book 4) -

Purchase Links
Book links for Amazon:


Banovic Siblings

Bastard’s Brew

Perfect Escape

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Want to give the series a try? Changes the first novel in the series is FREE on Amazon


A pair of JVC Gumy Headphones (US only)
Friend Sentiment wallet (US only)
Gifted digital copy of Perfect Escape (International)

Author Bio

Gillian Felix was born in Port of Spain, Trinidad. She grew up watching night time soap operas by Aaron Spelling with her mother. That’s where her obsession with rich, powerful and devious characters were born. After repeatedly seeing Mr. Spelling’s name on the screen night after night, Gillian knew she wanted to be an Aaron Spelling, before she knew that Aaron Spelling was actually a person.

Gillian pursued drama in high school although it was not taught as a “serious subject”. When asked what career she wanted to pursue after graduation, she told her guidance counselor that she wanted to be an actress, and was told that acting is not a “real job”.  

When Gillian moved to the US in 1998, she landed an internship with Spotlight On Theater in New York City, where she learned stage managing, casting and the technical aspect of running a production. Later she branched out into film, and fell in love with the behind the scenes action of film and theatre production. She traded acting and her “real job” for a career in film and theater production. Gillian continued writing novels and scripts but kept them to herself.

When not writing, Gillian can be found volunteering at the New Mexico Children’s Grief Center or hiking the many mountains that surround New Mexico. Gillian can easily get lost in a parking lot and considers herself directionally challenged. She is always grateful for the people she hikes with, because without them she’d be left roaming the mountains like a lost mountain goat.

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Goodreads: Felix

What people are saying about the series

“I see a huge following for this new series! I know I'm going to watch for more!” Di Bylo – Amazon Top Reviewer

“Gillian Felix is truly wonderful in the way she writes and captivates her readers. She has a true gift and I guess anyone who reads her books will be waiting for the next book as eagerly as I am." Namrata Ganti - Red Pillows

“There are love, lies, secrets, and desires that rival any soap opera out there.” Karen-Anne Stewart, Author 

“This series is like the Sopranos meets Nashville. It was gritty and realistic whilst entertaining and dark.” Rachel P

Sunday, June 1, 2014


Sorry for the delay, but Submerge has turned from a novella into a full length novel. It's taking time to complete, but it's getting there. Will update as soon as I'm closer to the publication date.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Bonus Scene

   Still alive here, just working hard to complete Submerge. To give you guys a little tid bit to chew on, I decided to write up a quick scene from before the invasion in Jareds point of view. Once you read Submerge, youll understand it.

Bonus Scene:

December 2012
“UFOs and Shit”

“Hey, Jared, get a load of this,” my obnoxious best friend says.
“John, I swear to god, if it’s another porn site, I’m putting child blockers on.”
“Just shut up, and come here.” Rolling my eyes heavenward, I drag my ass over and plop down in the chair beside him.
“What is it this time? Another guy getting beamed in the balls? A kid high on laughing gas? Screaming goats?”
“No, this,” John says, pointing at the screen. Following his finger, I see a paused video.
“What is it?”
In answer, John presses play, and the video moves. The scene shows a big brick building and people running out of it. All are wearing grey suits, and some of them are covered in blood. I recognize it from a breaking news report last week. There was a riot at the Cancer Institute, and over a hundred people were killed.
“I already saw this,” I tell him.
“Yeah, but you didn’t see this,” John says, sliding the bar on the bottom of the page to reveal another paused video. Clicking it, I hear someone talking.
‘Whoa, what the fuck?’ A guy asks, and the camera zooms in a bit. The shaky picture shows the people still pouring out of the building. ‘Did she answer yet?’
‘No, it keeps going to the voicemail,’ another guy answers.
‘Keep trying,’ the first one says.
‘She might still be inside,’ the guy says, sounding frantic. The camera dips down a second, and we see a shot of sneakers, but can hear the voices clear enough.
‘You aren’t going in there.’
‘The fuck I’m not,’ the second one retorts, the camera jostles as they struggle.
‘Calm the hell down, she may not even be in there.’
‘You don’t know that.’
‘No, but running in and getting yourself killed solves nothing. Use that goddamned brain of yours and think. Visiting hours ended before the riot broke loose, so she could have gotten out. And she’s smart, so if there was trouble, she’d either get out, or find a safe spot to hole out in.’
‘She might not have had the chance,” the second one insists. ‘She could be dead right now.’
‘She’s not.’
‘How the fuck do you know?’
‘Because my sister doesn’t go down that easy.’ The camera returns to the building. ‘Keep trying her phone.’
Footsteps walk away, but you can hear the guy talking into the phone in the background begging someone named Livi to answer the phone, while the shot swivels to catch the scene in front of him. Spotting more people coming out of the building, it zooms in, and this time instead of focusing on the clothing, it goes to the faces. Red eyes and blood smears around the people’s mouths.
‘We are so fucked.’ The screen goes black, before the replay symbol pops up in the middle.
“What the fuck is that?” I ask.
“That is a low budget sci-fi film,” John answers. “And if that shit wasn’t good enough, they included some B movie synopsis on the bottom.” He scrolls down and reads aloud some of the text in the blog post. “What I’m about to tell you might sound crazy, but it’s the truth’…blah blah blah… ‘There was no riot at Cancer Research…’ Where is it, oh here, listen to this peach. ‘Healthy volunteers were murdered in cold blood, while the volunteers who reacted badly to the treatment being administered to them, turned cannibalistic.’ As if someone will believe that crock of shit.” John clicks the comment section and starts typing. “I too have witnessed the goings on at the Cancer Institute. After fighting off droves of cannibalistic creatures with my bare hands, I went and had cocoa with Mr. and Mrs. Clause.” He presses the post button, and his comment pops up under his screen name Snakie10291.
“There, that oughta show them, UFO believing nutcases,” John says, leaning back in his chair.
“I don’t think they were talking about UFOs,” I tell him.
“No, but zombies are no better.” I just nod at him, because obviously something happened that day. Do I think it was zombies, no, but I think it was more than what they’re telling us, which is jack shit. “Don’t tell me you believe this.” He waves a hand at the screen, and I shake my head.
“‘Course not, but don’t you think it’s a little weird that they haven’t said anything else?”
“They did, it was a riot,” he replies.
“But that’s all they said, John.”
“Whatever, these people are douchebags.”
“You don’t think it’s a girl?” I ask, glancing at the screen name. “Jaded Psyche sounds like it would be a chick to me.”
“So? She must be a dog if she sits on her computer all day spouting this psychobabble.” I roll my eyes at him. “Besides, I’m not convinced it’s a girl at all, the voices were definitely male.”
“But they were looking for a woman,” I counter. “Maybe they found her?”
“You’re reading into this too much,” he tells me. “But if it’ll make you feel better, I promise to apologize to this ‘girl’ if I ever come across her.” He holds up a finger to state his conditions. “But only if she’s hot.” There’s John’s logic for ya, oh well, he’s a shallow fuck, but he’s like a brother to me. Shutting the webpage, he spins his chair to face me. “Well, I’m done with this, so we going out or what?”
“Yeah, just give me a minute to get dressed.”
When I hear the door click shut behind him, I reopen the internet icon and check the browsing history. Seeing the blog site, I reopen and star it for future reference. Jaded Psyche may not be telling the truth, but at least they’re talking.
Dressed and sprayed with enough cologne to last, but not suffocate the opposite sex, I leave my room and thoughts of the world’s problems behind. Walking down the hallway, I see my dad’s office light on, and as much as I want to keep walking, I force my feet to pause outside the doorway. It’s not enough to be seen, but enough to silently beg him to invite me in.
“Jared?” Dad asks.
Arranging my face into some sort of mask to contain my excitement, I peer around the door frame, and glance at the man behind the desk. Brown hair in disarray as if he’s run his fingers through it repeatedly in frustration, reading glasses perched low on his nose, and papers in both hands, he lifts his eyes to me.
“Shut the door, please,” he waves a hand. “I can’t focus with all that noise.”
It’s then that I hear the music drifting down from Sarah’s room. Swallowing my disappointment, I nod and pull his office door shut. Squeezing the knob hard, I wish I could crush it along with the conflicting feelings bouncing around inside.
“Jared.” Opening my eyes, I follow the voice to see my mom smiling at me with a basket of laundry in her arms. “John’s waiting for you, honey, aren’t you going out?”
“Yeah,” I say with a smile I don’t feel. “Just checking in with Dad before I go.” Her smile loses some of its shine, but she shakes her head.
“Well, go on then,” she says, tilting her head for me to go by. “The night is young, you still have time to go find her.”
“Find who?”
“A good one,” Mom answers. “Once you find her, treat her right, give her all your love, and be happy.”
“No can do,” I tell her, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “Because I already found her.”
“Jared!” John shouts. “Come on, you lazy bast-“
“John,” Mom scolds.
“Lazy bastion,” John revises. “I said bastion.”
“Sure you did,” she says wryly, turning back to me. “Be good.”
“I’ll try,” I say, giving her a grin that belies my response. Joining John in the front entry, I grab a coat and we head out.
“Be good, Jarry,” John mocks when we step into the elevator, and I punch him on the shoulder.
“Please, you’re the one who pretends to be an angel.” I motion at his blonde hair and Hershey chocolate eyes. “It’s the light hair, it convinces them that you’re innocent, while they look at me as if I’m the Antichrist.”
“Maybe if you’d smile for once, they wouldn’t think that.”
“Oh, I smile,” I tell him. “It just happens to come in addition to me cumming.”
“Somehow, I don’t doubt that,” John mutters with a shake of his head. I shrug, when I find something worth smiling about, then maybe my lips will find a purpose for curling upward. Until then, they’ll remain in a perpetual scowl.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

New Blurb for Surge

The following blurb was submitted for a contest, I'm trying to decide whether to use this one, or the old one as the description for the novel. Feedback would be great.

   Boy meets girl, girl holds boy at knife point. It's an average meeting, I would think, when protection means survival. But sometimes too much protection works against you. Brick walls encased in steel, with an electric fence surrounding it, tends to put off most people, but not one as stubborn as Jared Benson. He's not perfect, he's immature, mouthy, and referred to as a 'sullen bastard.' Not the most lovable of descriptions, but hey, he never asked to be a white knight. Olivia, on the other hand, never asked for a knight at all. She'd rather this knight fell off his horse and was trampled by hooves, but alas, it's not meant to be.

   Stubbornness clashes with defiance. Pursuit with retreat. Cement meet jackhammer, because Jared's made it his personal mission to get to the core of Olivia by any means necessary.

   Surge is a story about forging out a life when there's seemingly nothing left. When the world around you crumbles, you have to pick up the rubble, piece by piece, and re-glue it to start anew. Sometimes the glue is through physical means, the ability of defending yourself to survive against the odds. And sometimes, it's through things that are less tangible, like love or trust.

   Jared and Olivia are from opposite worlds. One where the monsters lurk out in the open, the other where the monsters hide in the shadows. Together, they heal from both physical and emotional scars, and find love in the unlikeliest of places. It's a journey with many ups and downs, twists and turns, laughs and cries, but when it comes to a close, you'll be begging them for an encore.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Discount on Surge

    From now until March 2nd, Surge is discounted by 33% on Smashwords. Just use this code to receive your discount: TN89A
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