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Author Fun Facts & Favorite Recipe with Steven Merle Scott (Book Tour & Kindle Fire Giveaway)

Celebrate The Sinner
by Steven Merle Scott

  1. Favorite Author & give one quote from your favorite book by them
John Steinbeck: In the daily journal he kept while writing East of Eden, he said, “It is my opinion that many people thwarted build their desired life behind their eyes and live in it.”
  1. Fantasy or Mystery
Mystery: I like the challenge of the puzzle and the way in which the solution is revealed.
  1. Horror or Comedy
  1. Soda or Tea
Tea: I’m not much of a sugar fan. With tea, there is so much variety and history available in a cup.
  1. Indoors or Outdoors
When given the opportunity, I’m always outdoors, except when I write—there are far too many distractions outside. Once I’m inside my ‘cork lined room,’ I’m able to turn inside and create a scene
  1. One thing readers would be surprised to know about you.
While backcountry skiing in Colorado, I was struck by an avalanche, swept off a sixty-foot cliff, carried down a 1200-foot slope and half buried. When I was dug out, I had to ski out to the car with a dislocated shoulder. This was in days before cell phones and rescue helicopters.
  1. Describe your office
My office is dark. It’s in the basement and completely quiet. My wife calls it the hole.
  1. Night owl or early bird.
Early bird
  1. First dinner you had with your Significant Other.
We were in Denver in 1980. We were on our first date, the movies: ‘Ordinary People.” I don’t remember the restaurant, but I do remember my date, the movie and the next thirty-three years.
  1. Using the letters of Angel as an acronym, describe your book.
Authentic: Historically accurate and emotionally valid.
Not for sissies
Gasoline and gin: and the fires they fed
Evokes little known events and setting During the Great Depression.
Explores our need for love.


Merle’s Dijon Rack of Lamb

I love to grill and I love my Big Green Egg. This is a recipe that I prepare in the Egg, but it can easily be prepared in an oven or conventional grill.

Prep time: 30 minutes
Cooking time: 20 minutes
Heat at 400 degrees, direct

Marinade the rack of lamb in a shallow pan: 4 hours to overnight

¼ cup Dijon mustard
½ tsp. Rosemary
½ tsp. Thyme
½ tsp. Tarragon
3 cloves of fresh garlic
1/3 cup Extra Virgin Olive Oil
¼ cup rice vinegar
1/8 cup dark rum (optional, but I think better with it)
1 tsp. Kosher or Sea Salt
½ tsp. fresh ground pepper

Preheat the Big Green Egg or other oven-type grill to 600F. Place the lamb on a V-Rack and sear at 600 degrees for 2-3 minutes, then reduce the heat to 400F. Cook for about 20 minutes. Turn the lamb once during the cooking process and baste with marinade. Check the meat’s internal temperature at 15 minutes. Plan to take the lamb off at 125-130 degrees. Cut the rack (usually 8 chops) into either four or two-chop sections. Serve immediately.

Steven Merle Scott

About The Author:

S.M. Scott was raised and educated in Oregon, Alaska, France and Africa. Born in the Willamette Valley, his father, grandfather and great grandfather were Oregon lumbermen. When he was eight, his parents packed up the family and their portable sawmill and moved to Anchorage, Alaska where they began cutting homesteader timber in the summers and teaching school each winter.

He later returned to Oregon to pursue undergraduate studies at Linfield College. Along the way, he has studied economics, biology, French and medicine. He attended medical school in Colorado, undertook surgical training at the University of Utah and completed his cancer training at the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota. He and his family now live in Salt Lake City in the warm company of Saints and sinners. He is a practicing orthopedist and cancer surgeon.

Genre: Historical Fiction
Publisher: Blue Amber Press
Release Date: January 30, 2013

Book Description:

Unsettled conditions anywhere give rise to fear,” Old Ted remarks. “Fear finds scapegoats and easy solutions.”

In 1924, Marie walks through the Waverly Baby Home and chooses Teddy because he looks like the child she deserves...but the boy has hidden defects. Five years later, against a backdrop of financial ruin, KKK resurgence, hangings and arson, Marie's husband, Merle, struggles to succeed, Marie loses her way, and troubled seven year-old Teddy begins to see what he and his family are missing.

CELEBRATE THE SINNER unfolds with the onset of The Great Depression after Teddy’s father buys a bankrupt sawmill and moves his small family to an isolated Oregon mill town. Merle feeds his hunger with logs and production, while his young wife feels like rough-cut lumber, unworthy of paint and without a future. When a conspiracy threatens the mill, Merle adds the powerful KKK to his business network. Untended, Teddy strays as he searches for a connection outside himself. He loves the machines that take the trees, but he also worships his new, young teacher. He discovers the Bucket of Blood Roadhouse and begins spending his Saturday nights peering through its windows, gaining an unlikely mentor: Wattie Blue, an ancient, Black musician from Missouri, by way of Chicago, plays the lip harp and calls out square dances. When Wattie faces the Klan and his past, Teddy and his family are confronted with equally difficult choices.

Framed by solitary, narcissistic, ninety-year-old Ted, this story of desperate people contains humor, grit, mystery and an ending that surprises, even stuns. "Spines and bellies soften and round off with the years," Old Ted muses. "Thoughts, too, lose their edge, but secrets scream for revelation. Perfect people, after all, don't hold a monopoly on the right to tell their stories.


YOUNG Teddy with his mother:

Teddy,” Mother called through her bedroom door. “I need you.”
I left the front window and knocked on her door. She insisted I do that. If she answered, I could come in. If she didn’t answer, it meant I should go away.
Come in,” she said.
Mother had just finished bathing. She was at her dressing table, sitting on the chair with the soft embroidered seat, staring into the mirror, studying her image. A white towel bound her hair. I stood in the doorway and watched her pat and squeeze the towel. Her hands traced its length from top to bottom, working the moisture into the fabric. As she let the towel fall, with a single hand, she carried her thick braid forward and laid it beside her breast.
Sit here, Teddy, and brush my hair.” She patted the seat cushion and inched forward. “We can make room.”
I climbed onto the chair behind her, my legs astraddle her naked hips, my spine pressed against the hard wooden back. The wet length of hair seemed to swell against the loose braid that held it. I released the braid and watched the strands fall apart. As I picked up the hairbrush and started with the damp ends, I knew that when I finished, when her hair had dried, it would ruffle and fan out like the tail feathers of a bright red bird.
I was Mother’s spectator, her silent confidant, forever held by the promise of more. Small secret jars, some pink and lavender, some with gold lids, others with glass stoppers, she arranged across her dressing table like figurines. She touched a shade of color with her fingertip and carried it to her cheek with the love of an artist completing a masterpiece. She reached for a second color, sampled it, but chose another. Rarely did she move her eyes from the glass in front. And rarely did I.
Mother’s eyebrows were slender because she plucked them, but her lips were full. When she looked down, lids masked her eyes like shades lowered, but the aching green behind them was always present. She wore her makeup bright red across the lips for the world to see, but more subtly along her cheeks and at the angle of her jaw. In her jewelry box, she kept gold hoops and bobs to wear when she and Father went out. During the afternoons at her dressing table, I chose the earrings she wore.
You are the best little man,” she told me as I worked the brush through her hair.
I know I am.”
I carried the brush higher and used it to massage her scalp the way she had taught me. She tilted her head to the left and then to the right to change the angle of view, the cast of light, and I followed her movements, careful not to pull. The thin muscles at the front of her neck tightened and released and slid beneath her pale skin like silk ropes under tension.
Held between the chair back and her spine, I barely moved, the warmth of her bath rising against me, damp like the rope of hair between us.
I am so lucky to have you,” she said.
I searched her mirror for an echoed smile, a flickered glance, the small treasures she’d hide for me to find, me alone.
Mother stood and moved away, but moisture from her thighs remained on the brocade cushion, altering the color of its fabric from blue to purple, which, after years, became an imprint that stayed.
Go play, now.”
I left with only the scent of her bath.

Book Tour & Rockin' Wine Giveaway: Author Fun Facts with Jodi Clock - Navigating The Eldercare Journey: Without Going Broke!

A Must-Have Book!

Navigating the Eldercare Journey: Without Going Broke
by Jodi Clock

About The Author:

For over 25 years, Jodi M. Clock has worked in the ‘end-of-life planning’ industry, including family and corporately owned funeral homes, advance funeral planning companies, casket manufacturers and insurance agencies. Having personally witnessed the financial confusion that families endure, especially at an emotionally taxing time, Ms. Clock has centered her career on helping people to understand the options that are available to them. She currently writes and speaks about the basics of Medicaid and asset protection and is a seasoned expert in end-of-life directives.
Ms. Clock wrote Navigating the Elder Care Journey...Without Going Broke! to help people appreciate the important facts they need to know in order to make the right financial choices, in one easy-to- understand guide. It is her hope that through the personal stories, straightforward information, and family care plans which include checklists, she will help people manage this process. Her goal is for everyone to become informed on options available that will not leave their hard-earned assets unnecessarily exposed, potentially saving them hundreds if not thousands of dollars; qualify for Medicaid; and have their funeral expenses pre-paid, therefore allowing their loved ones the ability to focus on what’s important and not have anxiety or stress over finances.
When she’s not consulting or helping manage the family funeral business, she volunteers with The Noah Project, a no kill animal shelter. An avid animal lover and supporter, she has a house full of pets and enjoys spending time on the western Michigan shoreline.

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Favorite Author & give one quote from your favorite book by them

“ No good business decisions are made in panty hose or neck ties”  Is probably one of my most favorite quotes.  It came out of a book that I mentally and professionally was very receptive too at the time called “Jumpstart Your Brain” by Doug Hall. I read it back in the late 90's for a team building exercise with the corporation I was working for.  Doug was hired to as a consultant to increase productivity and to inspire creating problem solving. He's by far not my favorite author, however professionally that quote has stuck with me through our the years. 

In terms of authors - I'm extremely broad and eclectic. I love murder mysteries much like the Alex Cross series from James Patterson, or even the initial series of Janet Evonovich that made you literally laugh out loud.  One of the best books I've ever read was “My Sister's Keeper” by Jodi Piccult. I like how she tackles controversial issues. Professionally. I love Maxcolm Gladwell, Seth Goodin, or Jack Canfield.

Fantasy or Mystery 

Hands down .. Mystery

Horror or Comedy

Depends on my mood, however reading I would say horror, however in film I lean towards comedy.

Soda or Tea

When I'm attempting to be healthy tea, however soda almost always wins out. (and in the Midwest….it's “Pop”, not soda..LOL)

Indoors or Outdoors


  One thing readers would be surprised to know about you.

   I am deathly afraid of clowns and dentists!  If a dentist dressed up as a clown, I'm    
   convinced it would put me over the edge. Dentists are a necessary evil in terms of
   healthy lifestyles - however clowns - not necessary in any way shape or form. Go
   figure I'm around death all day at our human or pet funeral homes and clowns
   creep me out!

   Describe your office

   My office is located in our main branch of our 3 funeral homes. I have lots of light and my walls are painted different colors. I have 2 doors that are both cut in the “dutch style”. One leads into the office itself from the funeral home and on the other side the door leads into the entry way of the lobby of our pet loss cremation and memorial center. (aka - pet funeral home). I bring my 3 dogs to work each day. Two hang out in the office and one is our funeral home's Therapy Dog. I have pictures scattered all over my walls and have fun flamingo items that people have bought me on my credenza. I have an exercise ball that I sit on and an “ad-doer” chair that I also at times sit on in front of my desk. (Trying to stay in shape any way I can)  I have book shelf filled with business books and family photos. A commercial printer, computer all the latest technology.  My office however looks like a bomb went off in it. I have papers and files everywhere, however I oddly know what's in every stack. About every two weeks I go on a kick to be neat and paperless - then the cycle repeats itself. If I look out my side window I see my deck and house that is located next to the funeral home, and if I look out the front door in facing the lobby I see out street.

Night owl or early bird

Early bird

First dinner you had with your Significant Other

The “Sardine Room”, Muskegon MI.  It was a quaint  restaurant what after 15+ years went out of business. I had fettuccini alfredo and he had pork chops.  We were comparing notes and telling stories that the people around us started joining in.

Using the letters of Angel as an acronym, describe your book.

A - authentic
N - necessary
G - good
E - entertaining
L - logical

My favorite recipe would be to eat out - once I became an empty-nester I do survivor cooking and eat out as in my profession in funeral service my days change by the hour, sometimes minute. Cooking is the farthest thing from my radar.

Genre: Non-Fiction / Aging Parents/ End of Life/ Eldercare / Financial Planning

Publisher: Windy City Publishers
Release Date: April 26, 2013

Book Description:

I don’t feel old.  I don’t feel anything until noon.

That’s when it’s time for my nap.” 

Bob Hope

We’ve all enjoyed a good laugh at the perils of getting older. But entering your Golden Years without any money is no joke. End-of life planning is a difficult subject to talk about - between facing mortality (either your parents or your own) to discussing the ever-confusing subject revolving around long term care options or understanding the differences between Medicare and Medicaid, or a living will vs. a living trust, there’s nothing fun about facing death and the issues that come with it.

Navigating the Eldercare Journey – Without Going Broke! can help reduce the challenges and minimize frustration encountered when you are placed in this situation. This easy-to-understand guide takes you from the basics of understanding long term care options that are available, how to seek out an elder care attorney and know if they are good fit for your needs, and how to qualify for Medicaid as a financial means to pay for care, including the benefits of funeral planning - in layman’s terms. Author Jodi M. Clock provides fundamental information regarding the basics in a way that helps you understand not only why her recommendations are important, but how you can minimize financial exposure regarding end-of-life events. Whether you are in a crisis situation or taking proactive measures, these valuable end-of-life solutions could safeguard you and your parents’ assets.

You have a choice – be proactive and preserve your money. Don’t leave it unprotected and unnecessarily taxed when you or your parents die. No matter how prepared you think you are, the reality of death is sobering, and expensive. When time is on your side, you can make well- thought-out, proactive decisions, enabling you to focus on what’s most important in life.


Praise for Navigating the Eldercare Journey:Without Going Broke!~

"Absolutely Essential Reading!" ~AuctionHugh, Amazon Reviewer

"This book was insightful and educational. The layout of the book (especially the key points) allows you to easily scan pages if you don't need to read the entire chapter."~Laura, Amazon Reviewer

"Everyone should have a copy of this book in their home. An easy read, but full of useful information. It relieved a lot of the stress I felt about this topic." ~Bill Sangster, Amazon Reviewer


Excerpt One:

The Emergence of Medicaid Planning Medicaid planning is a new concept and is probably somewhat of a mystery unless it has impacted you or someone you love directly. Quite possibly, “You don’t know what you don’t know”. Receiving Medicaid assistance to pay for endof-life care is based primarily on net worth and income. Your financial assets cannot exceed a certain amount. If they do, you will be required to pay for your care privately until your assets are depleted to the point at which you do qualify. This often causes individuals to enter into a “spend down” cycle that depletes their personal nest eggs. With good planning, however, you can properly position and reallocate your assets to preserve your nest egg and also qualify for Medicaid.

Up until the last 20 years or so the need to reposition assets (i.e., to have all of the individual’s assets owned by a living trust) to qualify for Medicaid assistance didn’t exist. Why? The average life expectancy was not as long as it is today. In our parent’s generation, someone living to age 80 was equivalent to someone today living to be 90 or even 100 years old. Over the next 25 years, as the baby boomer generation begins to age, the number of people who will be in need of this type of planning will be tremendous. Organization is essential!

The criterion for Medicaid is specific, and if you need help understanding it, there are resources available. Don’t let the process be intimidating!

Promotional Tour & Giveaway: Demon Inhibitions by Gary Starta

Demon Inhibitions
by Gary Starta

About The Author:

Gary Starta is a former journalist who began writing multi-genre fiction in 2004. He likes to include science theory in his stories as well as elements of paranormal, fantasy, mystery and romance. 

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Genre: Paranormal Romance/Science-Fiction
Publisher: Self-Published at Amazon Kindle
Release Date: March 15, 2013

Book Description:

Most people don't travel to another universe to get a new job, house and boyfriend but psychic investigator Caitlin Diggs did. Now she's living the life of her alternate self, working for the FBI's Preternatural Division where her first case just happens to include chasing a genetically engineered man hell bent on stealing souls. Well, there had to be consequences. 

Demon Inhibitions Excerpt

When she found I had visited Manners, Briana began scurrying about her house, scooping up a pair of scissors and a red candle. Before I could speak further, she came at me. I backed away from her in fright. Her placid face revealed nothing malevolent. But the shears were headed right for me. I tried to dive away from the contradiction. Who was the real Briana? The sweet woman who made cookies for me--or her shears wielding maniac counterpart now standing before me? She screamed not to worry. I heard a snip. I felt a strange sensation. Not pain. But something was no longer attached to me. It was a piece of my hair. She caught the floating lock in her hands as if it were a runaway feather.
It is very important we get to work, Caitlin.” Too stunned to process the weird moment, I could barely utter a groan.
Then she explained how she must protect me. “He’ll surely make a visitation now that he has met you.”
I tried to explain it was a good thing. I would probably get a vision of him and then I could determine his part in the slayings.
She interrupted. “A visitation is what he’ll do to you. I don’t know how to break this to you but the cat judge is an incubus. He’ll surely come to you in your dreams. And in case he is our murderer, you’ll need a protection spell, pronto.”
I reminded her I carried a firearm. I had worked in the FBI.
No earthbound weapons can harm the judge once he joins with you. An incubus enters your dream world.”
'How do you know this?” My tone grew edgy. She had obviously withheld knowledge of Manners. Maybe the two were friends or even lovers. And she just admitted an incubus could have committed these crimes without fear of being harmed or caught.
I know things because I’m a witch, Caitlin. That explanation will have to suffice for now.”
If you’re truly a witch, Briana, you must know he’s our best suspect.”<br<
I do not wish to make sentence of him, yet. He could very well be innocent, even though he is not human. You must not be quick to judge. Don’t forget you now have paranormal abilities. You wouldn’t want to be labeled guilty just because of who you are.”
She had me there.
I settled in for the spell.
I will create a mind shield for you, Caitlin Diggs.”
She began to chant, inviting me to join her.
I call upon the helpful powers of my ancestors. Please protect and shield me from harm. By the ancient ancestral power, blessed be!”
Briana played soft Celtic music for me as we waited for the spell to take effect. I tried to distract myself with the lovely dulcet tones of harps and violins. It almost worked until my stomach rumbled--again. We never had supper. Briana was too intent on saving my ass. For what seemed hours we held hands waiting for the candle to burn down. I had plenty of time to drink in the ambience of the McFadden household. Floral print furniture and lacy doilies surrounded me. But most disturbing, a poster of Cher is depicting the actress as a witch in the film Witches of Eastwick, hung right before my eyes. When the candle finally expired I yawned and thanked Briana.
“Don’t thank me yet. The night is now upon us. We must return to your house if we hope to engage the judge.”
Won’t your presence discourage Manners from coming?”
No.” She paused to smile. “You could have twenty police armed to the hilt and he’d still come. Nothing from the waking world can harm him.”
muttered something unintelligible even to me.
I’ll be in the next room to supervise so to speak. When he comes I’ll sense it. I will then cast a binding spell so he can’t attack you – or worse, drain you. Now the spell won’t last indefinitely so you won’t want to waste time with small talk. Hopefully you’ll be able to determine his innocence or guilt in your dream.”
had once interrogated an evil man named Crowley in a dream state. It didn’t go so well. But at least he didn’t threaten to harm me. Maybe he couldn’t. I still don’t know; but I was sure of one thing if the judge threatened me in anyway I would defend myself. I didn’t care what Briana said about the dream and waking worlds. I went to bed packing a handgun.

Promotional Book Tour & Giveaway: Faelon by AJ Kelton

by AJ Kelton

About The Author:

AJ Kelton are the dynamic writing team of Angel and Jordan. The couple met online several years ago on an Alexander fan site and have been friends ever since. Angel soon found that Jordan had a flare for storytelling with several half-finished stories on her computer. Angel encouraged Jordan to finish the stories and with help in creative description she decided to send the stories off to MLR press. They were both shocked and excited when they got the news that Faelon was accepted for publication. While Jordan may have a flare for storytelling she doesn’t enjoy the smaller details in getting a story ready for publication. That is where Angel comes in; she spends countless hours getting the story ready after line edits, going over each line in proofing and formatting, making decisions such as covers and fonts, all things that Jordan just has problems focusing on.

Angel is always on the lookout for her perfect mate, a cross between Ethan from Under the Australian Sky and Evan from Marco. Until Mr. Perfect appears at her door, or in front of her booth wanting an autograph she loves to read, take pictures and attend concerts of all kinds. She loves all things 80’s. Angel lives in Texas with her two dogs, Daisy a beagle who she insists is nothing like snoopy and her Chihuahua Bonita.

When not writing Jordan loves to read anything from Amish romance to the dark taboo books of fiction both M/M and Het. She is a very avid reader, except when writing because she doesn’t want to be influenced by what she is reading. Jordan loves to travel and often her latest vacation spots show up in his books. While Jordan is always looking for that perfect place to live at the moment she can be found in Kansas.

Both writers have solo projects coming out in the future, Angel with Misunderstandings under the name Angel Rothamel. Jordan with Legion under the name Rider Jacobs.

Both authors would love to hear from you. You can contact them via their web page You can also find them on Facebook under both AJ Kelton, Angel Rothamel and Rider Jacobs.

Genre: M/M Romance
Publisher: MLR Press
Release Date: April 5, 2013

Book Description:

Who knew that loving a Nephilim could be so dangerous. Faelon, a 3000-year-old nephilim, fleeing a demonic master, found safety with the church. He has repaid their kindness by translating various artifacts. Father Donovan has watched as Faelon became a recluse, fearing those who would harm him. Jax, wanting a change, moves to Salem, MA where he finds work as a churches security guard. Not believing that Faelon is a nephilim, he is forced to confront his own beliefs in the supernatural. Can he learn to accept Faelon, and be the master he requires? Or lose the man he loves to the demons who would harm him.


*NOTE* Some Graphic Language

“I have been called many names in my life, but I don’t think ‘crazy-ass’ was one of them.” The man smiled at him.
You still haven’t answered my question.” Jax pulled out his cell phone. “You have exactly thirty seconds to tell me who you are and why you are here, or you’ll be explaining it to the police.”
The other man pushed off from the door and sauntered toward Jax. “There is no need to get the police involved. My name is Faelon, and I live in the basement where I happen to be cataloguing all those important items and translating those dusty old books into English. It isn’t the most exciting job in the world, but, hell, it keeps me a bit busy, and at this moment I find I’m enjoying it.”
You live in the basement?” Father Donavan mentioned that Faelon worked late at night, but he didn’t mention that the man actually lived down there. “Father Donavan didn’t mention that you lived in the basement.”
Faelon shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket as he started toward the side door. “Yes, I have a small studio apartment down there. It’s why no one is allowed to enter the area without my express invitation. Ask Father Donavan tomorrow if you don’t believe me. I’m going out, grabbing a bite to eat, and maybe I’ll watch the water for a while. Tell me, is it warm out? Are the tourists here yet?”
Jax shrugged his shoulder. “It was a nice day for October and the tourists are always here, aren’t they? Especially this time of year?”
I find that they are, yes. As to why they would come to this place when there are so many others across this nation that hold just as much mysticism at a warmer temperature is beyond me. Until tomorrow, Mr. Security Guard,” he said as he started walking again.
Jax?” Faelon turned his head in inquiry.
My name, it’s Jax. At least that is what everyone calls me. It’s short for J-Jackson,” he stammered. He had no idea why he was rambling, other than the fact that Faelon was sexy as hell, and he wanted to speak to him just a little longer. There was something about the soft musical quality of his voice with just a trace of an accent that made Jax want to keep him talking.
Faelon gave a slight smile, and for a brief moment, Jax thought he had to be the hottest man alive. “Until tomorrow then, Jax.”
Jax watched him walk out the door. Giving himself a brief mental shake, he breathed in deeply to clear his head. He had never been so instantly attracted to someone before. When Father Donavan had told him about a researcher, but he’d never pictured a young man with skin-tight leather pants, a black biker jacket, and lips that looked like they would be right at home wrapped around a cock.

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Promotional Book Tour & Giveaway: Alizel's Song by Bill Pottle

Alizel's Song
by Bill Pottle

About The Author:

Bill is a martial artist, author, and university professor in Colorado. He tries not to take himself too seriously while his work explores the interplay between religion and science, fantasy and technology, and what it means to be a human. Bill earned his Master's Degree in Biological Engineering from Cornell University and lives happily ever after with his wife and daughter.
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Genre: Christian Fantasy
Publisher: Ellechor Publishing House
Release Date: March 3, 2013

Book Description:

An unranked angel, Alizel, tells the inside story of the rebellion of Lucifer and the fall of man. Join him as he strolls through Heaven’s gardens, ponders theological questions with other angels, and battles against others who have turned away.

This epic tale will take you from the inner workings of the quark to the interplay between galaxies, from what lies hidden in the soul to the fundamental questions of good and evil.

Praise for Alizel's Song!
When Pottle told the story of Lucifer and man's fall he cleverly incorporated modern scientific theory into the biblical creation story.” ~ Carol Peterson, Amazon Reviewer
"Highly recommended for Fantasy Fiction lovers! ”~Rachel Shelley, Amazon Reviewer
"This book captured my attention from page 1, Cannot wait for the sequel. ”~Linda, Amazon Reviewer


 Raphael, however, was braver than most. Alizel crouched behind the tree as he saw him approaching Luciferel slowly from behind, his soft footfalls beating a calm rhythm. Rafael had broad, even shoulders and was never in a hurry. Raphael, Alizel imagined, was a healer, although he may not have been aware of it at the time, since angels were never “injured” or in need of being healed. They were either perfectly healthy or in the Containment. Neither situation could be made better by anyone else’s help. The concepts of destruction and healing were only just beginning to dawn on them. Still, Raphael’s gentleness always made Alizel and the other Unranked feel safe in his presence, and he seemed to have a gift for fixing whatever troubled angels’ hearts. Alizel watched anxiously.
Luciferel was still hunched over the rail that guarded the Portal, and didn’t notice the other angel’s approach. Rafael stood there for a moment as if contemplating what to say, and then placed a firm hand on Luciferel’s shoulder.
Luciferel whipped his head around, fear shining in his eyes. His body relaxed slightly in Rafael’s presence but his expression was still guarded. Rafael’s countenance was serene but troubled. He was one of the few who could take in the full pain of another and still exude a soothing aura to those around him. Alizel wondered how much pain he had already absorbed from the rest of the angels…and how much more he would have to before this was all over.
Rafael just looked at his fellow Seraph, as if trying to probe the depths of Luciferel’s soul. He didn’t speak for several minutes, until Luciferel finally met his gaze. Rafael didn’t flinch, but the lines around his eyes drew downwards.
“What has happened to you?” Rafael seemed to already know, but asked his question more to see if Luciferel himself understood.
“I am becoming stronger,” he said, gasping for breath. If it weren’t for the seriousness of the situation, Alizel would have almost thought it to be a joke.
Rafael swept his soft brown eyes over Luciferel’s body and then raised his eyebrows. “You have rejected God’s power that sustains us. Your body is falling apart. If you do not let Him flow through you again, you will surely perish.”
“I will not die. I have found another power to sustain me.”
The shock of his words made Rafael look on in confusion. Alizel’s eyes narrowed as he listened. Was Luciferel bluffing? He certainly didn’t seem to be sustained.
“All this time,” Luciferel continued, each word labored, “we thought that was the only way that we could live. Yet only after blocking that vile substance did I find my own true power.”
“This power you speak of has left your body broken and damaged. This internal power cannot compete with God,” Raphael countered.
“It is still dormant, unused.” Luciferel waited to catch his breath before speaking more. “I am the first one to find this fiery power within me. I surely meant to perish. Why would I want to continue in a world where I must bow down to a Son of Mud? But my anger, my displeasure, my feelings against the current situation sustained my body. As these feelings grow stronger, so does my body. I just do not know how to channel this power yet.”
“You never doubted the Lord before. You must come back and let your body receive the Father again. You can still be bright!”
Alizel could tell Rafael’s mind was working furiously, probing to find a crack in the wall of resentment Luciferel had erected around himself.
“I was a fool then, surely. I did not understand that God only meant to betray us.” The more Luciferel talked, the stronger he seemed to become.
“There are uncertain times ahead, to be sure. But that is all the more reason we need you with us, as our leader.” Rafael was appealing to Luciferel’s sense of vanity now. “No one was able to lead as well as you or to command as much respect as you. What will we do without you?”
“Honestly?” Luciferel looked at him, but from Rafael’s expression it was obvious he didn’t see the same Luciferel looking back at him. “Honestly, I don’t care.”
Luciferel got up to leave. His gait was still hobbling, but he could walk away on his own. His words trailed after him. “Come find me if you come to your senses. Come find me if you want to be stronger.”