Virtual Book Tour Dates: 3/3/14 - 3/10/14Genres: Urban Fantasy, SatireBlurb:
“Maybe it’s time to set aside intellectualism and experience the wonders of things that can’t be explained.”The Earth has stopped rotating and no one seems to notice or care, except for bleeding-heart supermodel Venetia DeMille. While Mother Earth begins to fade into a silent death, Venetia clings to hope. She solicits the help of a scientist to help, but no avail.Not to be hindered in her quest to save the Earth, Venetia sets out on a journey around the world to find like-minded people and caring souls - an exuberant youth, a magical healer and a man of God. Although together they are able to rekindle faith, their effort still does not provide results. It is a mysterious meeting of four horsemen that carry them to the east where they experience a connection to the earth and each other.Could the forces that gather with their united efforts prove to be the remedy to save the planet?Excerpt:
As Venetia snoozed peacefully, the shadow of a large machete crossed her face. Opening her eyes, she saw a tall, striking man wearing a white turban and a white silk robe tied loosely around his waist, exposing his tanned chest. “Who are you and why have you kidnapped us?” she asked, unafraid.“I am the Sultan Saosh! Who are you?” he asked, pointing the tip of the knife at the nape of her neck.“I am supermodel Venetia De Mille,” she replied.“What are you doing here?” he asked, daringly.“Why did your thugs bring us here? What do you want?” Venetia asked.Saosh pressed the knife deeper into her neck, just enough not to pierce skin. “What were you doing in Haifa?”“Looking for answers.” Venetia pushed the knife away from her neck and sat up. “My friends and I are trying to save the world. We have tried science, healing magic, prayer and now we are here at the cradle of civilization looking for answers.”“Impossible! It is I who is going to save the world. I am the Sultan Saosh. I am the descendent of Aushedarapmah, who is the descendent of Ansedhar.” He swung his arm in a dramatic gesture. “It has been written from many ages, when the sun hung motionless in the sky my ancestors met with the angels and returned them to Earth, to bring peace and righteousness to humanity. As my ancestors have done in the past, I will do. I am waiting for my angel.” Saosh glanced down at Venetia’s beautiful face and vivid blue eyes, and believed she had arrived.Venetia admired the dashing Saosh and his passionate declarations. Is it possible? Could I be his angel? Could this be fate, destiny? “How do you know when she…your angel will arrive? What are you supposed to do?”Saosh thoughtfully pressed the tip of his sword into the sand. “My angel will tell me what to do, what to say. My angel will give me the answers humanity needs to hear. Do you know the answer?” he asked curiously.“No,” said Venetia. “Sadly, I don’t, that is why my friends and I are searching.”
Excerpt 1Dark, menacing clouds swirled in the sky. Fierce winds blew. Trash lofted in gusts and even birds had trouble fighting the strong squall. Venetia lowered her head, sheltering her face as she plowed forward with the crowd. She didn’t notice that she tread on a short, square-looking man, knocking him face first to the cement sidewalk. His briefcase cracked open and papers spewed across the sidewalk.“Oh no,” said Venetia, kneeling to the man’s aid. “I didn’t see you.”The man popped upright proudly, straightening his bow tie. Despite the seriousness, there gleamed a sensibility in his eyes. “Well then, perhaps you should open your eyes.” Staring straight at Venetia, his shorter stature gave him direct eye contact with the nape of her slender neck. He squared his shoulders, adjusted his black thick-rimmed glasses and looked up into her eyes. “You could be quite dangerous to others when you’re not watching where you’re going.”“But it’s hard to see in this wind,” replied Venetia, “the trash and dust could sting my eyes.”“Or you could trample over a fellow citizen!” the man scolded.Venetia did not like the man’s tone, especially since it was an accident. She was well acquainted with those who talked down to her, talked around her and even talked as if she wasn’t there at all, but seldom was she scolded by a serious, scowling pint-sized man. All she wanted to do was thrust her hands on her hips and give him a piece of her mind. “Well, I’m sorry.”The man scoffed as he lowered to retrieve his belongings: a broken pointer, documents with pedestrian footprints and sketches ripped to shreds. “I am a scientist!” the man cried out, “I do not have time for a stampede of civilization!”Suddenly ashamed of her judgment, Venetia numbly watched the man struggle against the tide of people. “You are a scientist?”Hugging his broken pointer and shredded documents to his chest, he pressed his thick glasses to his face. “Miss, I am Doctor Poindexter Scheigopherer,” he said, as if it were a household name. “Do you realize that the increased amount of toxins in the Earth’s atmosphere is causing the Earth to turn at a faster rotation, thus devastating the fabric of our very existence?”“Is that why it has been so windy?” asked Venetia.Poindexter chuckled. “Why, aren’t you the smart one?”“You don’t have to be so mean about it! I was only asking,” replied Venetia.One of Poindexter’s flyers blew around Venetia’s ankles. She reached for the flyer and read: How excess toxins in the Earth’s atmosphere increase the rate of rotation. The admirable Doctor Poindexter Scheigopherer demonstrates his theory of ARR at the World’s Fair. “ARR?” questioned Venetia curiously.“Yes. Accelerated Rapid Rotation—ARR.” Poindexter ripped the flyer from her hand. “Now if you don’t mind, I have important business to attend.”With his arms full he headed off, leaving Venetia with questions and doubt.
Excerpt 2Winding up the staircase, the music grew to an earsplitting level—the bass turned up so high the interior of the building shook almost as much as the previous night’s storm. At the top floor, Venetia watched pretty-boy superstar Blade Urban, with his long hair, tattoos and tight leather pants. Blade screeched at the top of his lungs and ground against the microphone stand. When she entered the room, one by one, the band stopped playing, leaving Blade singing unaccompanied.After a few notes, Blade realized the music had stopped and that Venetia was in the doorway. “Venetia love, could it be true? Have you finally given into the Blade?” he asked, giving her a slobbering kiss.Venetia brushed herself away from Blade’s advances. “I need your help.”Blade released her, seeing Poindexter in the doorway. “Ah, I see you’re not alone. You brought your own protection,” he said with a wily grin.“He’s a brilliant scientist. He discovered ARR…well, now DER,” said Venetia, waving Poindexter inside the door.“I don’t do DER, but I am always good for ARR,” Blade growled.“Stop your messing around, this is serious,” replied Venetia.“Got it. We all saw your bit on the telly and we’ve already started recording a song for your benefit gig,” replied Blade.Venetia bit her fingernail and said, “I think it’s a little more serious and will take a lot more than song.”“How do you mean love?” asked Blade, “A song can change the world.”Carefully stepping over electrical cords and drunk groupies, Venetia walked to the window. “I’m not sure you noticed, but take a look at the sky. Don’t you think it’s a little weird? I mean it looks like sunrise all day.”Blade squinted out the window at the pinkish indigo and brightly lit starry sky. “Wow, look at those stars man. It reminds me of the night in Machu Picchu where we all took—” he paused and gazed at Venetia. “That’s bizarre; I’m not even on anything. What’s it all mean?”“Poindexter, come in and explain your theory to Blade,” Venetia said and turned to Blade. “He’s rather shy about his theories. They have been controversial.”“Controversy, now you’re speaking my language,” said Blade.In the presence of the rockers, Poindexter squared his shoulders and pressed his glasses to his face. “Well it’s all very simple; the Earth has stopped rotating.”Blade and his band stared at Poindexter in disbelief. “What does that mean?”“The world has stopped spinning,” replied Poindexter. “The Earth has stopped moving.” He looked at Blade in earnest. “The rock has stopped rolling.”“The rock has stopped rolling,” he muttered. He looked up at Venetia. “Well, even if the rock isn’t rolling we can continue to sing.”
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Inspiration comes from watching way too much Monty Python. The abstract and the absurd way of looking at normal life, not only offers humor, but questions many problems in society in a light-hearted manner. If we can laugh at ourselves, if we can laugh at life, problems do not seem quite so difficult to tackle. In fact, problems are not as complicated as they seem; everything is very simple. If you can laugh at it, write about it and read about it, most likely one would think about it.
Author Jennifer Ott has written several satire fiction, Wild Horses, The Tourist and two non-fiction books Love and Handicapping and Ooh Baby Compound Me! Her latest book about the homecoming of a Vietnam Veteran, Edge of Civilization will be released soon.
Jennifer Ott lives in Long Beach, California, enjoys the sun, the sand, the surf and lots of Mexican food.
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