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Blog Tour – The Homecoming – J Scott Coatsworth


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TH CoverTitle: The Homecoming

Author: J. Scott Coatsworth

Publisher: Less Than Three Press

Cover Artist: London Burden

Length: 20,000 words

Release Date: July 29, 2015

Blurb: When his own world is destroyed, Aldiss and his crew barely manage to escape, leaving friends and lovers behind. What was meant to be an exploratory trip back to the home world turns into a mad dash for survival.

When they awaken from stasis on Earth, which was abandoned by humanity five centuries before, they must quickly learn about their new home. While exploring the region around the ship, Aldiss meets Hari, a shape-changer, whose people harbor secrets that might cost the crew their lives.

Excerpt

Hari reached the edge of the woods just in time to see Neru crouching to leap at the two-legs. Young fool.

He gathered himself and jumped after Neru, knocking him aside as his teeth reached for the two-legs’ throat.

Neru turned and snarled at him, backing away toward the woods.

Hari stood firm, ears back, hackles raised, and drew the corners of his mouth back to reveal his teeth. Back off, Neru.

The whelp shook his head and grinned with the brashness of youth, until Hari leaped at him and nipped his ear. With a surprised yelp, Neru turned his head, deferring to Hari’s strength. As you say, brother. There was a cockiness to Neru’s look that unsettled him.

The other wolf backed up slowly then turned to disappear into the woods.

Hari caught a glimpse of Mavi watching from the shadows. The old wolf snarled, and slunk off after her son.

What do you seek, old mother? Hari wondered, watching Mavi’s silver-tipped tail flicker into the darkness. It was clear where Neru’s courage and cunning had come from.

Hari turned back toward the two-legs. He was holding a strange stick, not unlike the one that Hari’s grandmother had shown him in the wolf dream.

But it was his face that caught Hari’s eye. He knew that face. The two-legs’ eyes were white-gray, and his jet-black hair was swept to the side.

Despite the danger, he shifted in the manner only a few of the clan are able to do in the cold. He grew quickly taller and less hairy but no less muscled, and stood naked before the two-legs.

They stared at each other for a long moment. Hari felt an immense attraction washing over him. He saw in his summer form that this two-legs was beautiful. His own body responded to this… man… in an unexpected way, seeing and feeling things his winter form could not. Hari leaned forward and sniffed the stranger, drinking in his musk. It smelled enticing. Strangely familiar.

He sensed the two-legs stiffen, and to reassure, him, Hari licked the man’s neck.

The two-legs was trembling now like a young whelp, so he tried something else. He took the stranger’s face in his hands and kissed him.

The shaking slowed, and then the man was kissing him back. Hari was hungry for him, like a starving wolf at the end of a long, hard winter.

It is not the time for this, the keh whispered in his ear.

He broke contact and turned away, ashamed that he was betraying his Clan, and for lust. An emotion of his summer form.

“I’m sorry,” he said to the two-legs, without looking back. “It won’t happen again.” Even he was not sure if he meant Neru’s attack, or the kiss.

He shifted back into his winter form and loped off into the woods after his pack mates.

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Scott wrote a post for us about where the inspiration for this book came from…

My second stand-alone novella, “The Homecoming”, just came out in late July from Less Than Three Press. The story is a bit of a homecoming for me too.

I call it as my wolfman-spaceman story, but it’s really the story of one man’s return to the planet where his ancestors evolved, but that he no longer recognizes as his own.

It also represents a return to the first universe I wrote about when I tried to launch my writing career in my early teens and twenties. Back then, I created world maps, nations, timelines and histories, and even painted my own globe of this new world I called Antana, and I spent more time there some weekends than I did here on Earth.

The seed of “The Homecoming” was a short tale I’d planned about the end of a world, and the return to another one many had assumed had ended long before. I wrote it at a time that I planned to do a number of stories form that universe, but it never really got off the ground.

It’s something I put away for a long time, and only circled back to last year, in response to an anthology call from Less Than Three Press.

You know how sometimes stories aren’t ready to be told? Well, this one is finally ready, even if the finished piece bears little resemblance to where I started, so many years ago.

They say you can never go home again. Well, that’s almost right. You can go home again. It just may not be your home anymore.

 

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AboutTheAuthor

Scott has been writing since elementary school, when he and won a University of Arizona writing contest in 4th grade for his first sci-fi story (with illustrations!). He finished his first novel in his mid-twenties, but after seeing it rejected by ten publishers, he gave up on writing for a while.

Over the ensuing years, he came back to it periodically, but it never stuck. Then one day, he was complaining to Mark, his husband, early last year about how he had been derailed yet again by the death of a family member, and Mark said to him “the only one stopping you from writing is you.

Since then, Scott has gone back to writing in a big way, finishing more than a dozen short stories – some new, some that he had started years before – and seeing his first sale. He’s embarking on a new trilogy, and also runs the Queer Sci Fi (http://www.queerscifi.com) site, a support group for writers of gay sci fi, fantasy, and supernatural fiction.

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August 10:

Susan Mac Nicol

August 11:

Wicked Faeries Tales And Reviews

Diverse Reader

August 12:

Love Bytes Reviews

August 13:

Prism Book Alliance

Amanda C. Stone

August 14:

The Land of Make Believe

August 15:

Nephy’s World

August 16:

Man2ManTastic

August 17:

Loving Without Limits

August 18:

Divine Magazine

World of Diversity Fiction

August 19:

Evelyn Shepherd

August 20:

Eyes on Books

August 21:

Molly Lolly: Reader, Reviewer, Lover of Words

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Book Tour- Ashlyn Forge- From Johann to Tannenbaum 8th February

Today I’m pleased to welcome Ashlyn Forge to my blog as she continues her book tour for her novel ‘From Johann to Tannenbaum’. Welcome, Ashlyn 🙂 It’s lovely to have you here and I hope the tour so far has gone well.

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So tell us what this book is all about ?
Johann Andreas IV is a rich loser who has a raw deal in life. He is handsome, yet with a poor self-image, clever, but still uneducated, and despite being the heir apparent in his grandfather’s will, he’s about to be thrown out with nothing.
In the underground colony of his birth, two things matter the most to its denizens: a name, which will guarantee his wealth and status, and a designated branding tattoo, the only thing allowing Colony-Dwellers to live safely underground. Johann has one year to secure both.
His grandfather’s unexpected passing has propelled Johann to the foreground of his family. He must learn the family business within the year. He’s up to the challenge but one thing stands in his way; his mother has plans of her own…and they don’t include him.
 
And here’s a little more about the author…
Ashlyn Forge has called four different continents home, America, Europe, Latin America, and Asia. Having spent most of her childhood staying out of trouble in upstate New York, she now lives in Japan. She is currently working on her “Toys and Soldiers” series, which is set in a Sci-Fi Fantasy underground world. The books of the series are released out of order with the debut (book 1) “In Liam’s Wake” and “From Johann to Tannnenbaum” released in 2013. Book 2: “Beyond Riley’s Slumber” as well as “The Stuff of Dreams” and “Erosions” are slated for publication in 2014.
 
Read an excerpt here :

Johann worked well into the night, having received a message on his interface around six o’clock from Kobal. Dinner was off, but they’d reschedule.

“Right.” Time and again he’d repeat that single-sentence text to himself and snort bitterly. “Yeah. Right.”

He was late in leaving the office, and, as anticipated, most workers had retreated to the area designated for staff by the time Johann arrived at the seemingly empty kitchen. When he saw the outline of someone sitting at the table in front of the food that had been set out for him, he approached with caution. It wasn’t a body he readily recognized.

Tanner sat hunched at the table, writing on a piece of paper.

Johann paused, thinking back to the days prior to figure out when or where the E had gotten that paper. He made a mental note to count his stack tomorrow.

“Hi.”

The E’s bald head snapped up, and he gave a weak smile. Tanner’s brown eyes settled on the paper once more. He studied what he’d written and pushed it forward.

Johann decided to sit and did so slowly as he picked the paper up. The very texture made him want to cry; it was from the office. By the Colony, how much more paper can be sacrificed for the good of communication? What he saw made him pause for some time. It was a picture. He’d seen E drawings before. Hell, when he’d called up Queen and Tanner’s profiles to see if they were single, he’d seen a few samples of Queen’s artwork. The man was a genius with a brush. Tanner, however…was much less sophisticated than the other E’s. When Johann lowered the paper and saw Tanner’s smug look, he focused on the picture again and finally laughed.

“So this is your way of giving me a message?” Johann pointed at the drawing. “I guess this is Queen?”

Tanner took the paper back, ran his thumb along the pen to change the ink color, and scribbled green hair on the stick figure.

“Ja.”

“Right.” Johann studied the message again and smiled in spite of himself. He turned the paper around to Tanner for inspection as he spoke. “So Kobal told Queen to tell me he wasn’t coming.” He pointed down to the second row of pictures to show Queen’s stick figure with a frowny face. He took on the same gruff tone the E was noted for. “So Queen said ‘hell no, I’m not going.’ So you’ve decided to come tell me. But that was a good three hours ago.” He got to the final image with the Tanner frowny face, made all too clear that it was Tanner because he’d drawn everyone else with exaggerated eyebrows, yet this stick figure was the only one without. “So you’re pissed because you waited out of the kindness of your heart and I took a long time to get here?”

Tanner only gave him that calm, pleasant look Johann had come to like. When the man folded his arms and sat back, Johann bowed humbly.

“So sorry.” He didn’t get a response, so he clapped his hands together and bowed. “So sorry. Sorry.”

In response Tanner pushed the tray of food forward and sat up with his elbows on the table as he pointed to what was on the tray.

There wasn’t much, but then again, Johann wasn’t surprised. Marian had brought the hammer down, and although Gulliver didn’t usually act all that servile to her, whatever Marian threatened to do must have convinced the cook to take heed.

The sight of the soup, bread, and yogurt caught his attention, and he nodded.

“Right. A hearty meal.”

With no way of making conversation, Johann waited for Tanner to leave. The E didn’t budge; he just sat and watched him. For an instant Johann missed Gulliver. Sure the man couldn’t talk, but at least he could understand.

Now Johann truly felt like he was talking to himself. He sighed and started on his soup. Halfway through, he noticed that Tanner had slouched lower to watch him, eyes on Johann’s mouth.

“Oh yeah, you guys don’t eat, huh?” At the curious look, Johann decided to offer some of his food. “Never? You just never eat? Not even for pleasure? Some of you eat for fun, don’t you? Here, try it.”

The gesture prompted Tanner to sit back and shake his head. He took interest in the bread roll next, and Johann studied him closely. As large as Tanner’s body was, despite all the power he exuded just by being there, he did appear harmless on many levels. There was a gentleness about him.

He didn’t think of it as much of a risk when he broke the bread and handed a piece over. Tanner looked at him cautiously and then took the piece. He seemed apprehensive, to say the least, but he took a bite and spat it out immediately.

Johann smiled and then laughed when Tanner looked from the bread roll to the paper he had scribbled on and nodded between the two.

“It does not taste like paper. Come on,” Johann mused.

When Tanner reached for the paper and threatened to take a bite, Johann sat up to snatch it from him.

“Stop already.” Johann chuckled. “Other than the fact that they both burn easily—”

Tanner made an attempt to snatch the paper back, but their fingers brushed, and a slight spark flickered between them at the contact.

Johann stood cautiously. “What the hell…”

He managed to catch a glimpse of Tanner’s eyes widening in fear before the paper caught fire.

No doubt in an attempt to shield Johann, Tanner pushed him back.

The very touch of the E’s hand on his skin made Johann howl.

Johann looked up from the burn mark on his chest. Tanner stood, both hands engulfed in flames, staring at the offending appendages, clearly at a loss of what to do.

A chime sounded, and the System’s voice boomed. “Fire. Oxygen depletion in five, four, three, two…

The kitchen door slid shut, and the lights dimmed. Tanner was the only light source then, his fists burning blue. Within a matter of seconds, there was no more air for Johann to gasp.

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