Showing posts with label adventure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adventure. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

"Madam Rhino" by C. Lewis

Madam Rhino
(The Adventures of Agent Grey Book 1)
by C. Lewis

Madam Rhino (The Adventures of Agent Grey Book 1) by C. Lewis

Madam Rhino, the first book in The Adventures of Agent Grey series by C. Lewis, has just been released. The author stops by today to share an excerpt from the book.

This is the origin story of the formidable senior powerhouse Madam Rhino. Angela is a feisty British pensioner who seizes the opportunity to upgrade her safe, quiet life to one of crime fighting high octane adventure.
She is a straight-talking pensioner who lives in the English countryside. She is feisty, independent and does not like being told what to do just because she is a grandmother in her eighties. But then the ultra secret agency The Bridge Club, whose mission is to maintain world peace, was recruiting. How an earth did she prove that she was a worthy candidate? After all, age is just a number!

For just a moment his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped when he saw the enormous outline of her muscular legs. She adopted a classic fighting stance with her legs diagonally apart facing forward and beckoned him with her hand.
Stalk laughed, and a few tears rolled down his chiselled cheeks as he leant on a nearby post for support.
“Oh, come on! I tell you what, I will rough you up a little bit to show you tried and then you won’t get into too much trouble. I appreciate you have your pride…”
She pursed her lips into a straight line and narrowed her eyes. However, after a few seconds, he composed himself and addressed the situation at hand.
“Oh, come on.”
He rolled his eyes in response and grabbed his gun, aiming it at her chest. “This is a farce and I am a busy man.” He released the gun safety, ready to pull the trigger.
Just a second before he pulled the trigger she leapt up, and as she turned in the air, she delivered a kick, forcing the gun from his hand. His mouth opened in shock as his gun clattered onto the deck. She grabbed her cane that she had leant against wall and with its full extension planned to use it as a quarter staff. She swung it low and fast, aiming for his legs, but this time he spotted the action and jumped with ease out of the way before impact. She tried the same move again and he looked as though he aimed to land along the length of the cane. At the last millisecond, she recognised what was going on and retracted her cane just in the nick of time. He laughed.
“So, you want to dance?”
She kept her face neutral and looked into his eyes. “I am not in the mood for clichés. You have two choices: let me take you into custody or we fight!”
In response, he stepped and without warning drove his fist hard and fast in the direction of her face. She reacted a little too late and his fist successfully crunched the side of her jaw as she turned away
Darn it, I was nearly caught out. She touched the side of her face and winced. My first official fight might be my last!
She dropped her head and ran towards his stomach at speed. He laughed as he put his hand on top of her head to stop her progress, but his smile wavered when he realised his footing was failing. He was being pushed backwards towards the deck wall with the sound of his shoes squeaking on the polished wooden floor as he moved.
“No. That is not acceptable.” Stalk shook his head.
In the same breath he stepped to the side, and as she flew past he punched her hard and fast in the stomach. His fist met a wall of thickened hard skin, and he faltered for a moment. He changed his tactics and started to rain punches all over her body at high speed changing the location every time. She remembered her training and managed to evade most of the punches, and the ones that hit their target were greeted with thickened skin. Both their foreheads were now covered in sweat, and tiny pools gathered on the floor where they fought hard. His slick hair style started to unravel, but Angela’s hair remained intact with not a single hair out of place.
“I have better things to do,” Stalk muttered and punched harder.
I just need to get one punch in and then I can finish this, thought Angela.
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Praise for the Book
“Madam Rhino is leading a spate of gender-reversed roles that have women feeling like they are finally getting the fantastical novel role models they deserve. A kind of believable super-charged senior woman – at least in terms of character and emotion – who inspires female fans rather than titillates young males.  Particularly important: finally, we’re getting super-secret agents with the kinds of flaws common in the last decade’s male secret agents. Pick up a copy of Madam Rhino to see what all the talk is about.” ~ Segilola Salami


Monday, September 3, 2018

"Maya Mysun and the World That Does Not Exist" by PM Perry

Maya Mysun and the World That Does Not Exist
by PM Perry

Maya Mysun and the World That Does Not Exist by PM Perry

Author PM Perry stops by for an interview and to share an excerpt from his new children’s book, Maya Mysun and the World That Does Not Exist. You can also read my review. Get your copy ON SALE for only $0.99 (save $2.00) for a limited time.

Maya Mysun is a dreamer; tormented by the vision of the wraith & the event she witnessed, something she cannot reveal to anyone not even her protective twin, Jack.
Their thirteenth birthday was supposed to be the best one yet but her troubles were just beginning. An unexplainable event forces the twins to flee their home in search for a mystical monk, the protector of the world that does not exist; the world of magic.
All her life Maya had dreamt of magic but it was not supposed to be like this. On a perilous night the twins are forced to race across London, desperately trying to stay one step ahead of something dark.
Along the way they meet a rebellious runaway with an agenda of his own, discover an underground castle & a mysterious monastery with a hidden history & powerful artifacts.
Maya is scared for there's panic in magical world but determined to unravel the event that forced her to leave home; she bravely ventures deeper into a world filled with unheard of mythical beasts & challenges age-old gatekeepers. But in doing so she comes in contact with an evil long thought to be destroyed.
Discover a world of ancient prophecies & experience the beginning of a rampant adventure with twists that keep on building.

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Maya woke abruptly on a clear night in London.
‘Tommy that felt real, bewitchingly real,’ she whispered to her pet tortoise in his vivarium across the window. Fully awake, she hugged her soft duvet. ‘I was in these dark woods and I saw a portal appear; you know, a doorway to another world. It had an intense blue light with lightning sprouting from its edges, and it tore the woods before me. Don’t worry, nothing happened to the woods; it was like a tear in a photograph, only it was a tear in the air. Through the tear I saw a chamber with a glowing fireplace. And then a wizard walked through!’
Vivid dreams were normal for Maya, but this felt like something else. Rubbing the goosebumps on her arms, she quietly sat up and swept her brown fringe back before leaning across to pluck Tommy from his world. Excited and frightened, she cuddled the small creature and looked through the gap between the curtains behind her to see if it was still night. Her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach when she saw the otherworldly grey sky. An ungodly hour, she thought, recalling what she’d read. It was a period of uncertainty, neither day nor night, when the dark arts were at their strongest.
‘I’ve still got some time before our big day!’ She sighed, giving Tommy another embrace before returning him to his pebbles. Maya and Jack, her not so-identical twin, were about to celebrate their thirteenth birthday. But that wasn’t for a couple of hours, so she snuggled down with thoughts of presents floating in her mind. Comfortable, she gazed up at the glowing stars stuck on her ceiling and gave a quick glance to her fluffy toys before closing her eyes. It wasn’t long before images of fantasy, of wizards, kings and magic rose in her mind. The images returned like a flash flood: slow at first, then quickening until she was swept into another world.
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Praise for the Book
“... one of the best fantasy novels I've read in a long time.”
“... recommend this to any reader that enjoyed the Harry Potter books.”
“... story of talking animals and magic was not only enchanting but the best book of its kind since The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe.”
“Reminded me in some way of Johnny Quest from my childhood.”
“... a great gift to a teenager who loves fantasy adventure.”
“...  a clean read for kids!”
“... Entertaining story for young and the not so young.”

My Review
I received this book in return for an honest review.

By Lynda Dickson
Maya has vivid dreams and believes in magic, while her twin brother Jack loves science. On their thirteenth birthday, magic and science collide, and the twins are taken on a wild adventure into the realm of Maya’s dreams. Along the way, they meet David, an orphan with a fascination for the supernatural. Together, they will form a powerful alliance and might just save not only their world but the world of magic.
The story is told from the points of view of Maya and David. We follow their separate stories until they meet in the strangest of circumstances. What starts off as a contemporary adventure quickly turns into a fantasy adventure, filled with magical creatures such as Hopper the talking monkey, Tommy the turtle girl, Achanak the fire genie, Qidan the snake girl, and the bat-like ekoers. Maya is a worthy heroine, thoughtful, kind, and compassionate. The story itself is full of twists and turns and surprise revelations. I don’t read much in the way of fantasy, but this book strikes me as being highly original. I love the descriptions and details of the Red Gate Center, the birthday cake, the book-shaped door handles, the Fountain of Knowledge … to the extent that I wish there were illustrations. In any event, I would love to see this book turned into a movie. Although this story is complete, the author leaves it open for a sequel or even a series. I can’t wait to read the next installment.
My only suggestion: change the cover to appeal to a wider age range of readers.

Interview With the Author
Author PM Perry joins me today for a quick interview about his new book, Maya Mysun and the World That Does Not Exist.
For what age group do you recommend your book?
I recommend this book for children aged 9 years and upwards.
What sparked the idea for this book?
My inspiration was my daughter and the idea to have a girl as the main character.
So, which comes first? The character's story or the idea for the novel?
The idea for the novel came first, but it was always going to have a female lead.
What was the hardest part to write in this book?
I found it hardest to write the action sequences.
How do you hope this book affects its readers?
I hope it helps my young readers become stronger and overcome their weaknesses and fears.
How long did it take you to write this book?
Altogether, it took me about one and a half years to write the book.
What is your writing routine?
I took time off from work and wrote daily as a routine.
How did you get your book published?
I self-published my book via Amazon.
What advice do you have for someone who would like to become a published writer?
Not so much advice, as a warning: it’s a marathon!
What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
I enjoy spending time with my family when I’m not writing.
What does your family think of your writing?
They like it! Especially my daughter who now has a book written especially for her.
Did you like to read when you were a child?
I enjoyed reading The Famous Five series and similar novels.
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
I first realized I wanted to be a writer about ten years ago.
Did your childhood experiences influence your writing?
I suppose the main character’s journey reflects my own, to some extent.
Which writers have influenced you the most?
I have been influenced by writers such as J. K. Rowling and Stephen King.
Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?
I’ve heard from a few - they seem to like the story. I have a lot of great reviews!
What can we look forward to from you in the future?
I hope to develop the story further by adding more books to the series in the future.
Thanks so much for stopping by today! I’ll share my review with our readers once I get the chance to read your book.

About the Author
PM Perry
PM Perry is an aspiring new author who lives and works in London, where he divides his time between writing, being an entrepreneur, and spending time with his family. Surprisingly he writes both fiction and non-fiction books. Maya Mysun and the World That Does Not Exist is his first novel and is a children's magical adventure based in London.
Until recently, PM Perry was happy within his comfort zone working as a successful manager. An unexpected change shook him from the comfort zone and empowered him to author a book and tick off one of the items on his bucket list.
Writing has enabled him to discover many friends around the globe: all highly motivated and wise individuals and all chasing their dreams. Writing has also allowed him to come out of his shell and live life by undertaking new ventures - in other words, chase his dreams. Chase your dreams, try the impossible and live a little.


Monday, August 6, 2018

"Gargoyle" by Christopher Slayton

by Christopher Slayton

Gargoyle by Christopher Slayton

Author Christopher Slayton stops by today for an interview and to share an excerpt from his latest book, Gargoyle. Make sure you grab your copy while it’s FREE. Also by this author and also FREE: Chaos Company.

Chaos Company by Christopher Slayton

By day Victor Fortune, heir to his family's wealth and assets, was an industrious businessman. But by night, he was the Gargoyle, a masked vigilante who spent his nights protecting his home city of Chicago. One night while off duty, Victor and his brother Elijah find themselves opposed by a dangerous group of people led by a man known as the Judge. Together Victor and Elijah fight off the ambush, but at the cost of Victor's life. With Victor killed Elijah finds himself taking on his brother's responsibilities as the Gargoyle and discovers the harsh learning curve of what it takes to be the vigilante. But in the midst of adjusting to his second life Eli must rise to the occasion of being more than a man in a mask, but a hero, or die trying.

“On your feet, prick!” Francis Wallace said as he pulled the man he had just tackled up off the damp Chicago pavement.
The criminal, who had been beaten within an inch of unconsciousness, was nowhere near able to get to his feet unassisted. He squinted up at Francis through swollen eyes and spat blood onto the Chicago sidewalk.
Francis grabbed the young man by his collar and hauled him to his feet. “I said, stand!” While holding the man with one hand, Francis belted him across the face with the other. The man dropped to the ground again, groaning in pain as he crawled away from him and into an alley.
A wave of nostalgia rushed over Francis, bringing him back to his days as a Chicago Police Officer. He loved the honor that came along with wearing the uniform and the badge and being tasked with protecting his city, his home. At times, Francis was disappointed to leave the force. Being an officer was all he ever wanted to be. But after spending ten years with CPD, he came to the harrowing realization that his home was as broken as the day he was sworn into duty. But even though he left the job behind to become a personal bodyguard, some nights, righting wrongs was like an itch he just had to scratch.
Francis shook his head as his victim tried to crawl away. Francis kicked him, pushing the man onto his back. “This is what you get,” Francis said while kicking him again. “The gang life looks so appealing. . . ...until it’s not.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” The man spat out, along with more blood.
“I’ve been watching you, Luis. It is Luis, right?” Francis asked him, watching the man look away from him in shame. “Yeah, you’re definitely the right guy. I saw you take that bag of cash from that corner store a few blocks back.” Francis pointed at the navy blue bag sitting on the curb.
“I never hurt them. And they handed me that money.” Luis assured him. “It’s for protection. Like, insurance.”
As Luis reached out for the bag, Francis picked him up and threw him deeper into the nearby alleyway.
“They only need protection from you!” Francis shouted at Luis as he used the side of the building to crawl to his feet. As he did, Francis grabbed him by the collar of his leather jacket, while slamming his palm in the wall, inches from Luis’ face.
“Just let me go, man. My people will be looking for me if you don’t.”
Francis cursed at Luis before taking a cheap shot at his gut, forcing him to fall on his knees and double over. Francis then took out his cell phone and offered it to Luis. “Go ahead. Tell your people where you are. I insist.” Francis gave Luis a few seconds to reach for the phone, but as he fell to his side and turned away from the offer, Francis looked up a number in his contacts and sent out a text message:
Got one.”
Location?” Francis’ contact replied quickly.
Francis texted his location and slipped the phone back in his pocket. “Tell me, what clique of shit do you rep?”
“What does it matter to you?” Luis growled, while holding his stomach.
“It doesn’t matter to me.” Francis fired back. “I just figured you’d like to start snitching now before my friend gets what we need out of you the hard way.”
The night was quiet as they waited. Once or twice, the beaten-up man tried to escape, but each time Francis caught him with a push or a punch. Eventually, Luis gave up trying and sat shivering in a puddle of his own blood, which mixed in with the rain water. Meanwhile, Francis had his eye on the sky. His contact never took long to arrive, once summoned, and he knew tonight would be no exception.
The next few minutes felt like forever for Francis. As he sighed in frustration for waiting, he caught sight of a black object passing quickly between him and the moon. Francis smiled, knowing that what had just flew by was the person he moonlighted for.
Francis stepped back as the shadowed figure landed close to him. While the individual was known as a madman to some and an urban legend to others, Francis knew him as the Gargoyle. Even though Francis had been face to face with the vigilante many times, he was still impressed by the Gargoyle’s combat attire, which was black with a red lining down his arms and legs, and a black helmet to match. Francis had seen the Gargoyle in action a few times, and he was in awe of how well the attire stood up to gunfire. Francis witnessed first hand how accurate the masked man was with his pistol, a M9 Beretta, along with the throwing discs magnetically attached to his belt. Francis had never seen a piece of technology as efficient as the Gargoyle’s discs, each with different properties, varying from a taser stun to explosive charges.
But the most impressive thing about the vigilante was his means of travel. Francis knew the vehicle as the glider. Every time the Gargoyle arrived and departed, Francis had seen the drone-shaped device. He had witnessed the hovering device soar through the sky at rocket speeds, moving in unison with the Gargoyle as he stood on top of it and operated it with confidence and finesse. This was the first time Francis had seen the vehicle this close up while it hovered above the pavement and its wings almost touching both buildings on its sides. He never noticed before how the nose of the glider was designed to look like a snarling beast, with horn-like ears curved behind his its head, similar to the Gargoyle’s helmet.
Francis had no clue who was underneath the helmet. The suit provided full body coverage, including voice distortion from the helmet, to mask the Gargoyle’s voice. Francis had his guesses on who it could be, but it could have been anybody. It could even have been one of his former colleagues back at CPD. That made the most sense to him, seeing how the Gargoyle carried himself.
“Who is this?” The Gargoyle gestured to the man on the ground while stepping off the hovering glider, jerking Francis’ thoughts back to the matter at hand.
“His name’s Luis. I caught him collecting protection money from a store a few blocks back.” Francis said. “I figured you’d like to know who he’s collecting for.”
“Who. . . ...who are you?” Luis said in a trembling tone.
“Shut up.” The Gargoyle said in a low tone. He turned to Francis. “Good catch.”
Francis nodded. “Thanks.” He was pulsing with pride.
“We need to know what he knows. Who he works for and where we can find them,” the Gargoyle said, his voice still low while looking at Luis.
“We’re cleaning up this town.” Francis was on a high from the night’s work and felt that nothing could bring him down. “At this rate, Chicago will be crime-free before the decade’s out! How many does this make so far?”
“For you, me, or in total?”
“In total.”
The Gargoyle gazed into the distance. Although it was impossible to read his expression, thanks to the mask covering his face, Francis thought he seemed pensive. “Not enough. Not even close.”
“Should we interrogate him?” Wallace asked. “Maybe try to ID his clique?”
“No. Let’s hand him over to CPD. If he’s in the system, they’ll be able to find who he has ties to faster than we can. We’ll piggyback off their info when they find something.”
“Come on man, not the cops!” Luis pleaded. “I already got two strikes with them! And my people will know if I’m in there!”
“Sounds like a personal problem.” The Gargoyle pulled a spool of fiber-optic twine from his belt and handed it to Francis. “Tie his hands and feet.”
“What good is that?” Francis said in an aggressive tone. “Their file on him will be flimsy at best, if he even has one. We have him right here, right now. Let’s have him show us where his people are and end them tonight!”
“No!” The Gargoyle growled at Francis. “My way is safer. We’ll call in an anonymous tip to have the kid picked up.”
“I thought we were about cleaning up the streets,” Francis protested. “I thought this whole thing was about making Chicago safer, not some glorified catch and release program.”
“Your way is too risky. We need to learn more before making a move on this kid’s people.”
Francis sighed. “Learn more? What is this, an after-school special?”
“What would you have me do?”
“We make him hurt until he gives us what we want. Then, we end him.” Francis said. “Then we go see his people and kill them too.”
A long pause filled the air as The Gargoyle first looked down at Luis and then stared at Francis. A nervous tension occupied Francis as the Gargoyle stepped closer to him. “That’s not how I operate.”
“I've seen you kill before.” Francis shot back as the Gargoyle turned away from him.
“When necessary I’ve killed.” The Gargoyle replied, sharply. “I’ve never gone looking to take lives. I’m not a killer.”
“We could be,” Francis said. “I could be. Just think about it. Word would travel so quickly. Commit a crime in Chicago and you die. Everyone would clean up their act in a big hurry, especially the crooks that run our city's government. And you wouldn’t have to keep doing it forever, either. It would just take a few good moments like this to really get our point across.” Francis paused for a second, thinking out his next words carefully. “And if you can’t handle doing it, then I can. For you. For this city, I can do it as the Gargoyle. Just until I don’t have to anymore. Then we can both walk away from this.”
The Gargoyle was silent for a long time. Francis waited, his breath in his throat.
“No,” the masked man said, finally. “You couldn’t.”
His words made Francis’ stomach sink. “What? Why not?” he asked in a frustrated tone.
“You’re all anger inside, and that’s not good for anyone who lives here. Your ‘any means’ approach could get a lot of good people killed.”
The mugger, bound on the sidewalk, exhaled deeply. “Oh thank God! I’d rather take five years upstate than what this psycho was proposing.”
Francis seethed. “I can do it,” he said.
The Gargoyle regarded him stonily. “Contact the police,” he said. “Let them know what he’s been doing and he's here to be picked up. Make sure they take him into custody. After that, it’s up to them. We’ve done as much as we can, for now.” He turned to walk away.
“Hey!” Francis shouted as the vigilante had one foot on his glider.
The Gargoyle stopped but did not turn back.
“How can you say that? How can you say you’ve done as much as you can and walk off when we both know you can do so much more?” Francis took a step back the moment the Gargoyle turned around, almost bumping into Luis. A trembling fear engulfed Francis as he did his best not to show it. “Look at all the tools you have. All the tech. Imagine what you could do for this city if you didn’t hold back.”
“I hit criminals as hard as I need to. Not as hard as I can. This isn’t a war-zone,” the Gargoyle said. “We do this my way or not at all.”
Francis watched as the masked man stepped onto his glider just before it took off vertically into the night sky, leaving by a low humming noise to bounce off the alley walls.
On the ground, the mugger was still chortling. “Guess the boss isn’t too impressed with you.”
“Shut up,” Francis growled and kicked him again.
“At least if I get sent upstate I can tell my people inside Joliet Correctional I came face to face with the Gargoyle and lived.” Luis uttered a small laugh. “Hell man, that on top of the money I bring in for my people, I should be sitting pretty until I get out. And when I do, I’ll have a bigger name on these streets than when I went in.”
“I said shut the hell up!” Seeing red, Francis whipped out the knife he kept concealed in a sheath on his belt. He dropped to one knee and jammed it deep into Luis’ throat. The mugger’s words turned to desperate chokes as he writhed, his hands slapping at Francis’ shoulder.
Kneeling on the sidewalk, while the dying man watched with horrific eyes, Francis took out his phone and dialed 911.
“911. What’s your emergency?” the dispatcher asked.
“There’s a gang-banger bleeding out,” he replied while meeting the man’s eyes. “Someone should trace this call if you want to come pick him up.” He dropped the phone and walked out the alley. Francis’ hands shook as he thought back to what he just did; challenging the Gargoyle and stabbing the kid. As he walked down the street the faint sound of Luis choking on his own blood, scratched at Francis’ psyche. But as while he walked more lively, as the sound of sirens bounced off the nearby buildings, and he never looked back, because he knew what he did was right. More importantly, Francis knew he needed to repeat the same measure over and over until the residents of his Chicago could see his means were just. Even if that meant coming at odds with the Gargoyle.
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Praise for the Book
The Gargoyle by Christopher Slayton took me on a trip of adventure and vigilantism, not my typical read yet held my attention to the end, Gargoyle was a nice intro story I would be interested in reading a follow-up novel.” ~ Antwan Floyd Sr.
“Good read. This book reminds me of Batman with more gadgets.” ~ Amazon Customer
“This kept me interested till the end. I highly recommend reading the book. I can’t wait to read more about the Gargoyle.” ~ Tessa Navarro
“This is a superhero style story with Victor Fortune venturing out at night to fight crime and put fear into the criminals. But after a high society party is attacked by gunman Victor and his brother Eli escape down an alleyway, shots are fired. The police want the criminals and the Gargoyle, families want justice, but can everyone get what they want or deserve? A Superhero story to relax and enjoy.” ~ M. Sneyd

Interview With the Author
Author Christopher Slayton joins me today to discuss his new book, Gargoyle.
For what age group do you recommend your book?
16 to 35.
What sparked the idea for this book?
As a huge fan of comic books and vigilantes, I wanted to introduce a character who doesn't have the desire or drive to become a vigilante but is pushed into the situation.
So, which comes first? The character's story of the idea for the novel?
The idea of the novel definitely came first. I knew what I wanted to write about before I started this story. The character came shortly after. But his personal conflicts are important to me because they come from personal experience.
What was the hardest part to write in this book?
There is a section in the book where the main character is taken by surprise by a thug. In that scene, I wanted the readers to experience the same sense of fear and loneliness that the main character experiences. The idea of being a vigilante like Batman or Daredevil, or even The Punisher, seems so heroic and righteous. But there is a massive level of risk and fear that isn't displayed much, and that is what I wanted to capture in that scene.
How do you hope this book affects its readers?
I hope when people read this they can see that heroes, especially real-life heroes, are just people with the same motivations and fears as us. The only difference is that, when something bad happens, they run towards the danger, even when they are scared, which makes them bigger heroes than we can ever imagine.
How long did it take you to write this book?
It took me almost nine years to finally write this book. It's something I wanted to dedicate my time to years ago, but life had a different plan for me. But I am glad it took me that long because it allowed me the time needed to form a complete story. And I think by completing my first book Chaos Company back in 2015 the experience I had with that story really helped me develop the story for Gargoyle.
What is your writing routine?
When I'm working on a story, I usually write on Sunday and Wednesday mornings. How much I get done varies, though. It can be anywhere from 1 to 6 pages. But throughout the rest of the week, I'll do what I can, write a few paragraphs here and there.
How did you get your book published?
Amazon's Kindle Direct Publishing. I used to have a publishing contract with Desert Breeze Publishing, but I was, unfortunately, let go before my book Chaos Company could be released. So both books can currently be found published through KDP. That is, until I can find representation once again.
What advice do you have for someone who would like to become a published writer?
Writing is a journey, and throughout that journey, you're going to come across more trials than any one person can count. The best advice I can give is to write what you know and/or enjoy, and do so as much as possible.
What do you like to do when you're not writing?
Physical exercise, like running, weightlifting, and practicing martial arts, are all things I like to do. I find it easier to stay in my room and write after a good workout session. I'm also a fan of playing video games, specifically party games like Super Smash Bros and Mario Kart,
What does your family think of your writing?
For the most part, they are verbally supportive.
Please tell us a bit about your childhood.
I grew up in a family of four, my mother, father, and brother Derrick. I wasn't the most popular guy in school, but I did have a close circle of friends. I remember, as a kid, my parents used to fight a lot. It wasn't until I was twelve that it was revealed to me that my mom would argue with my dad a lot about his addiction to drugs, alcohol, gambling, and women.
Did you like to read when you were a child?
Definitely. From Clifford The Big Red Dog to Goosebumps, I read anything that caught my eye. I think my favorite stories to read were the choose-your-own-adventure books. Those were a lot of fun.
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
When I was fourteen. My 8th grade English teacher Mrs. Cirino tasked my class with writing short stories every other week. Those were my favorite assignments to do. It was such an exciting thing to do back then, creating a character and putting them through trials and challenges. It's still exciting to this day for me.
Did your childhood experiences influence your writing?
Absolutely. I was a big fan of superheroes growing up. My cousin Travis got me into comics at a young age, and that influence can be seen in a lot of my writing. But the hardships, like my parent's strained relationship and my experience with bullies, have affected my writing as well. That being said, I think I've only scratched the surface of infusing my deeper hardships into my writing. But I do look forward to doing so with other stories I plan on writing.
Which writers have influenced you the most?
Tom Clancy, Eric Jerome Dickey, Jay Bonansinga, Anthony Horowitz, Suzanne Collins, Ryan Coogler, Frank Miller, and Brian Michael Bendis are all writers and storytellers who have influenced my work, just to name a few. Each of these storytellers has a very intense and unforgiving way of storytelling that I try my best to incorporate into my own writing.
Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?
I do, actually. Especially for my book Chaos Company. People are always going on how they enjoyed the villain Liam King and how I plan on raising the stakes in the next book. I'm just now hearing back from people about Gargoyle. Most people tend to like the main character and his arc, commenting on how gripping his challenges are for the readers.
And, of course, publishing my books (especially self-publishing), I get my fair share of criticism. But I know I have to take the good with the bad and use all of the feedback I receive to make my next project even better. Writing, to me, is like practicing martial arts, both are lifelong hobbies that can always be improved upon.
What can we look forward to from you in the future?
I'm currently getting a team of writers together to publish a series of short romantic stories, so be on the lookout for that. I'm also almost done with the rough draft to the follow-up to Chaos Company, and I hope to have that out sometime next year! I officially got back to writing on the first Monday of August and will be using my social media more often (mostly Twitter) to keep people updated on what I'm working on and when they can expect more from me!
Anything else you would like to add?
If anyone reading this is a fan of action/adventure novels, then my writing is perfect for you! Go check out and download Gargoyle now! And, if you haven't already, go check out Chaos Company as well! Both are free to download!
Thanks for stopping by today, Christopher. Best of luck with your future projects.

About the Author
Christopher Slayton
Christopher Slayton was born and raised in New Castle, Delaware. During Chris’ high school years, he earned two All-Conference awards in lacrosse and three national awards in JROTC. Chris attended the University of Delaware, where he earned a B.A. in Psychology. While in college Chris was a UD ambassador, and wrote sketches for his school’s comedy show. Chris was a member of his school’s Tae Kwon Do team, where he earned multiple honors in nine tournaments. Chris has incorporated his passion for both martial arts and video games into his writing, helping him finish his first book, Chaos Company. His latest book, Gargoyle, is now available.
He is looking to create high-octane, adrenaline-pumping stories that are centered in the modern world and focus on gritty and realistic topics, such as crime, political corruption, criminal perspective, love and loss, purpose, friendship, teamwork, and overcoming tragedies.