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Cover Reveal Skateboard Xombies


We’re hosting the cover reveal today for YA horror novel “Skateboard Xombies: Search for the Crystal Coffin”. This is the first book in a five-part series of Kindle singles.


About the Book

Title: Skateboard Xombies: Search for the Crystal Coffin

Author: Ace Antonio Hall

Genre: YA Horror

On a normal school day in Lunyon Canyon, California, teenage necromancer, Sylva Fleischer, bickers with her teacher in class over an unfairly graded paper. But when the principal announces that all teachers should lock their door and not let any students leave class, the entire school is trapped in a world of terrifying zombies that not only bite with their teeth, they bite with their minds.

Since all life on Earth faces extinction at the hands of the perilous undead, a guardian of a secret society of vampire monks saves Sylva, her friend, Half-Pipe and her family, and lead them to an alternate world. And that’s when the real terror begins … on a planet full of every imaginable type of undead creature that ever lived … Including those telekinetic zombies!

Praise for Ace Antonio Hall and Confessions of Sylva Slasher: 

“As I say on the front cover … A treat for Buffy fans–but 100% Ace Antonio Hall’s own twisted vision. Breathes new life into the living dead; run, don’t shamble to get a copy.” –Nebula and Hugo Award-winning author, Robert J. Sawyer

“In a vast sea of zombie tales, Hall’s tale is more than a cut above. He brings the entire genre to heel and treats us to one Hell of a ride.”

Art Holcomb, Editor-in-Chief, Andromeda Entertainment

About the Author

AceAntonioHall promo 2015Ace Antonio Hall is an actor, former music producer, and ‘retired’ educator with accolades as a Director of Education for the Sylvan Learning Center and nearly fifteen years experience as an award-winning NYC English teacher. He has a BFA degree with a concentration in screenwriting and has published poetry, short stories and fiction in magazines, anthologies, newspapers and novels.

Inspired by his father, Chris Acemandese Hall, who penned the lyrics to the Miles Davis jazz classic, “So What”, sung by Eddie Jefferson, and his sister, Carol Lynn Brown, who guest starred in the 1970’s film, “Velvet Smooth”, Ace spawned his creativity into developing the beloved but flawed teen character, Sylva Slasher.

Ace was the Vice President of the Greater Los Angeles Writers Society (2009-2011), and continues to head the Science Fiction, Fantasy & Horror (ScHoFan) Critique Group as Co-Director of critique groups within the society. He is also a member of LASFS and the International Thriller Writers.

On April 14, 2013, Montag Press published his YA zombie novel Confessions of Sylva Slasher. His next release, Skateboard Xombies, is coming out later this year, and he has already begun working on Skateboard Xamurai for the third installment in his Sylva Slasher series.

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Book Excerpt

“Okay, fifteen points,” Ms. B. said calmly, from over my shoulder.

I straightened up from the water fountain, and turned to her. “Really?”

“Find someone or a credible source to give credence to your theory and you will get an A-plus on that paper. Additionally, get rid of that section on biocentricism.”

My mouth opened to protest, but she didn’t let me get a word out.

“I know that Dr. Lanza is the third most respected scientist in the world,” she said. “He’s interesting and I’ve read some of his theories, but there just isn’t enough data to back up his claims that our consciousness continues to live after our bodies die.

Once the body dies, the spirit, the soul, everything is as dead as a red shirt on Star Trek. Sorry, I know that your family business raises the dead for grieving families and such, and you’d like to believe that there is some kind of place we resurrect from, or ascend into, but there is no heaven. No hell. No afterlife, and no facts to support them. Scratch that section and you have a deal.”

Before I could respond she was already walking back into the class room, so I jogged up behind her and was about to open my mouth in protest until our principal, Mr. Lee, interrupted over the loudspeaker.

“May I have your attention,” he said. “This is not a test. I repeat, this is not a test. I need every teacher to listen carefully. Please lock your doors—right now. Close your doors, and lock them. Do not let any students leave your classroom for any reason.”

From outside, emergency sirens started wailing. They were heading toward school grounds.

“Above all,” Mr. Lee said, “staff and students must remain calm.”

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Ms. B. said, hustling me back to the door.

“The school,” Mr. Lee said, “is on lock-down until further notice.”

Murmur buzzed through the classroom. Ms. B. shut our door quickly, and locked it.

“I repeat,” Mr. Lee said. “I need everyone to remain calm.”

“Do you think it’s a gunman?” asked a boy named Roger.

“Okay, students,” Ms. B. said. Her face had turned rather pale. “Stay in your seats.”

Emergency engines were getting louder and louder.

Ms. B. looked at her desk. “On second thought, R-Roger,” she stuttered. “You and Terrence move my desk to block the door.”

“Okay, Ms. B.,” Roger said, getting up.

He and super-tall Terrence, the school’s all-city basketball forward, lifted the desk and sort of duck-waddled across the floor to place it in front of the door. Red flashing lights seeped through the cracks in the blinds.

“Thank you, boys,” Ms. B. said. “Now go back to your seats.”

On the way back to his seat, Terrence walked over to the windows. “I hope it’s not some psychotic joker out there with orange hair.”

I hope it’s not another school shooting.

The siren blared so loud it started to hurt my ears. Terrence was about to peek through the blinds when Ms. B. ran over to him, and ushered him away from the window.

“Sit down, Terrence,” she said. “Let’s do as Mr. Lee—”

The windows shattered. Walls imploded with a thunderous sound and a fire truck slammed through our classroom, taking Ms. B. and Terrence with it.


Book Excerpt from The Age of Amy: Channel ’63


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“I quit!” I shouted, my shrill voice echoing through the courtroom. “I resign from this family!”
“Please take your seat, Amy,” said Judge Higgins. “Your theatrics have been noted, but you are in Family Court, not an episode of Law & Order.”
The judge shuffled a pile of legal documents on his tall desk, then set aside the one that prompted the hearing in the first place: Petition for Declaration of Emancipation of a Minor. State law permits minor children, with unresolved parental issues, to leave home and live with someone else. I had filed the papers on my own, with no help from anyone.
What they basically said was that I wanted to be free to live on my own; to be liberated from playing the dutiful daughter; to be released from the grip of my controlling parents. In simpler terms: I wanted a divorce from my family.
It was a bold move to make, especially for a sixteen-year-old.
The August sun shined through the tall windows onto an empty jury box. On this day, no testimony would be given from the witness stand. There were no lawyers, no court reporters, nor spectators in the gallery. The judge didn’t even have a gavel.
My mom and dad sat at a long table normally reserved for high-powered attorneys. I sat at the same table, a few empty chairs down from them. After all, they were the bad guys, not me.
“As to why you are all here,” said the judge, “I have called this hearing to see if this issue can’t be resolved before proceeding further.”
My dad raised his hand and rose to his feet. “What’s the point?” he said. “We are all in agreement in this matter.”
“Absolutely,” added my mother. “Amy wants to move out, and I for one don’t plan to stand in her way.”
“I understand that,” said Judge Higgins, “but before I can issue a ruling, the laws of this state and the Department of Social Services mandate that the court shall first attempt to mitigate the situation, in accordance with Family Code Regulations.”
Legal mumbo jumbo! The “situation” was clear. I no longer wanted to share my life with my parents, and they made no bones about not wanting me around.

About The Book

amy3_coverTitle: The Age of Amy: Channel ‘63

Author: Bruce Edwards

Genre: Young Adult

What if you could tune your TV to the year 1963, and watch—live? A new theme park attraction allows visitors to not only observe, but talk with the people of that turbulent decade. For 16-year-old Amy, it’s the perfect escape from her own time, and the hardships of teenage life in the 21st century.

Things get complicated when Amy falls for a teenage boy in the 60s. Trying to build a relationship across time proves maddening, especially when computers bleep any language that might impact the future. Happily, Amy acquires a “magic clicker” which defeats this annoying restriction. But gaining the ability to speak freely comes with a heavy responsibility: Amy now has the power to alter history!

She struggles to be mindful of her speech, but finds the temptation to reverse the mistakes of the past irresistible. It is November, 1963 on the other side of the TV screen, and President Kennedy is about to be assassinated. Knowing the details of that tragic event, Amy hatches a dangerous plot to save the 35th president, unaware of the deadly consequences facing her long-ago friend, who must carry it out.

Author Bio

amy3_bruce_edwardsAward-winning author Bruce Edwards is a former Hollywood film animator, and brings the whimsy of a character artist to his stories. A music major in college, he is also an accomplished musician and composer. His other creative endeavors include a stint as a puppeteer and performing magic at Disneyland. Bruce’s thought-provoking books for young adults are never short on fun, fantasy, and imagination.




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Book Excerpt from Journal of a South African Zombie Apocalypse


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Pa closed the gun and handed it to me. I pushed the button and it clicked open in the same way. I touched the chamber and spun it—it clacked as it turned.

‘Good. Become familiar with it.’ Pa spoke in a soft voice, his tone calm. It reminded me of when he’d taught me to ride a bike.

‘Rik, your turn.’

Rik walked over. Pa fixed his stance and helped him point the gun. My brother did everything I’d done before Pa took the gun back and tucked it into his pants again. Seeing my father like this was almost surreal. It was as if he were a different person. As much as I was telling myself not to be scared, I was.

‘Pa… How do you know all this stuff?’ I asked sheepishly.

‘I learnt a few things in the army.’ He almost cracked a smile. ‘But I also knew this day would come… when we would have to leave the house and survive on the outside. So, I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I was hoping we would have more time to practise, but the water ran out sooner than I thought. ’

He lifted his face up to the sky and closed his eyes, letting the sun shine onto his face. The creases were deep around his eyes, and I now noticed that his face had thinned a bit, making him look older than his forty-four years. I was still watching as he turned and walked back towards the house.

‘I want you to practise some more. Tonight we’d going to sleep early—tomorrow is a big day.’

He was hiding it well, but I could see that Pa was also scared.

About The Book

Book CoverTitle: Journal of a South African Zombie Apocalypse

Author: Lee Herrmann

Genre: YA Horror / Dystopian

Pages: 180 pages

Publication Date: August 2014

ISBN Number: 978-0-620615-92-1

South Africa has been infected. The army and police failed. Government fell. And now the dead roam the streets.

Journal of a South African Zombie Apocalypse is a post-apocalyptic story set in South Africa, 2 years after a mysterious outbreak has ravaged the country. No one seems to know how it started, but the reality is that most of the rainbow nation is mindless, walking zombies and it’s survive or be eaten.

After their supplies run out, 16 year old Kon, his brother and father leave their Pretoria home and embark on a journey for a new home. They Come across Kat and Dirk, two fellow survivors on a mission to reach Robben Island, a reputed safe haven. Together they embark on an epic journey across the country. Along the way they befriend other survivors, and face an unrecognizable new world filled with new, unpredictable dangers.

Oh, and there’s lots and lots of zombies.

Journal of a South African Zombie Apocalypse is a coming of age story in a very different South Africa, and chronicles one family’s fight for survival against the walking dead.

About the Author

Lee-AuthorLee Herrmann was born and raised in South

Africa. He has always had a fascination with zombies and has numerous contingency plans for the eventual apocalypse. Therefore, while he waited, it made sense to write a book about zombies in South Africa.

He has a great love of by comic books, movies, television and popular culture, and cites his zombie favourites as 28 Days Later, Dawn of the Dead and The Walking Dead.

He currently works in a near-zombie environment as a Content Manager for a big corporate firm in Johannesburg and has had a varied writing background including copywriting, writing for web, radio and magazines. He is also the author of the mystery title, The Manservant Mysteries ( www.TheManservantMysteries.com).

Lee lives in Pretoria with his wife Dina, and two sons, Max and Nik. Every Saturday night he can be found going to the movies with his best friend Steve-Dave.




Book Tours: Promo Post for Deviation


About Deviation

deviation_cover_ebookTitle: Deviation

Author: Christine Manzari

Genre: Young Adult Dystopian

Being a Sophisticate of the Program seems like it’d be a pretty sweet deal: a little genetic alteration and anyone can be smarter, faster, and stronger. It’s a dream come true. All you have to give up is your freedom.

Cleo is a Sophisticate and she has a bright future in the Program. But she has a secret. When she gets upset, bad things happen. Explosive things. Things she can’t control.

When her secret is discovered, she’s sent to the Academy to train in the military branch of the Program. She’s destined to be a human weapon in the war that’s been going on since Wormwood occurred nearly 30 years ago. She soon learns that although her ability is unique, there are others like her — other Sophisticates with lethal skills and odd code names like Archerfish and Mimic Octopus.

Immersed in a dangerous game of supernatural powers and dubious motives, Cleo doesn’t know who to trust. Ozzy, the annoyingly attractive cadet who has perfect aim in weapons class and deviant lips behind closed doors, begs her not to use her powers. He’s the golden boy of the Program, but can she trust him? Or will she find herself a target, caught in his crosshairs?

Author Bio

tineredThe first thing Christine does when she’s getting ready to read a book is to crack the spine in at least five places. She wholeheartedly believes there is no place as comfy as the pages of a well-worn book. She’s addicted to buying books, reading books, and writing books. Books, books, books. She also has a weakness for adventure, inappropriate humor, and coke (the caffeine-laden bubbly kind). Christine is from Forest Hill, Maryland where she lives with her husband, three kids, and her library of ugly spine books.



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Book Excerpt for Project Firebird


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Chris unlocked the door to a long, narrow hall. A tall girl was there already, busy in one corner. At the far end stood three man-shaped placards with ring targets over their chests.

            Mason cheered. ‘A firing range!’

            ‘Shooting range.’ Summer Dartington turned to face them. She didn’t smile, only flicked her brown ponytail. Behind her stood a rack of slender pistols with yellow grips. Leo itched to try one.

            ‘Hi, Summer.’ Paige was being polite.

            ‘Hello. Hi.’ Even after three weeks, Summer hadn’t learned all their names.

            ‘Summer will be your firearms mentor,’ said Chris.

            ‘No.’ Andrew stood in the doorway. ‘The judo stuff, I’m fine with that. But guns, no.’

            ‘Don’t get your knickers in a twist.’ Summer stirred a tub of black pellets with her finger. ‘These are air pistols.’

            ‘You’ll become proficient with these practice weapons first,’ said Chris. Leo swapped a grin with Mason – it sounded as if proper guns would come later. Summer donned wraparound orange glasses, then opened a pistol to tip in a caterpillar of lead shot.

            ‘I’m not shooting a gun,’ said Andrew. ‘My Pa would be mad if he ever knew.’

            ‘Understand this, Andrew.’ Chris drew himself up, becoming every inch Major Bacchus. ‘If people threaten you, they threaten the Project. And the Project is about saving humanity. So anyone who threatens it is an enemy of humanity. So you stop them.’

            As if on cue, Summer raised her pistol and fired four times, recocking rapidly between each shot. The noise was like two sets of popping balloons at either end of the hall. The centre target, shaped like a man wielding a knife, wobbled on its hanger. Andrew’s eyebrows switched his face to sad.

‘Count me out.’

‘Okay.’ Chris let it go, easy as that.

‘That’s all right, then, isn’t it?’ said Summer. ‘Anyone can say they won’t fire a gun when they know someone else will do it for them.’

‘Enough.’ Chris glanced at her. ‘No problem, Andrew. It’s your decision. Go and join Maddison. She’ll be at the Seed Banks. You can help her lead tomorrow’s farming class.’

‘Thanks, Chris.’ Andrew left them, smiling in relief. Summer watched him go with an odd twinkle in her eyes. Amusement, scorn, or some secret thought? It passed too quickly for Leo to decide, and he might have forgotten ever seeing it.


About The Book

Project Firebird coverTitle: Project Firebird

Author: Nick Green

Genre: Young Adult Science Fiction

How do you save the world when it’s already too late?

Don’t ask Leo Lloyd-Jones. Ask him how to steal a car, or why he got excluded from every school in Salford, but don’t come to him for help. This whole thing must be a daft mistake – and if anyone finds out, he’s done for.

Earth is on a deadly collision course that nothing can prevent. The only real hope is Project Firebird, deep inside a blast-proof bunker that shelters the brightest and bravest young people. Leo has got mixed up with the likes of Rhys Carnarvon, the celebrated teenage polar explorer, and other child prodigies chosen to keep the flame of civilisation.

Among them is the streetwise Paige Harris, a girl Leo likes a lot (but not in that way). Paige is desperate to rescue her little sister from London before the catastrophe strikes. But no-one is crazy enough to try that. Almost no-one.

Leo is about to find out why he’s here.


Author Bio

Nick Green Author Portrait_A2ZoomNick Green lives in the UK. He is the author of seven fiction books to date, including the middle-grade CAT KIN trilogy published by Strident. His other books include THE STORM BOTTLE, a fantasy adventure about the dolphins of Bermuda, and most recently the FIREBIRD trilogy, a YA science fiction epic.


Website:  www.nickgreenbooks.com

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Book Tours: Book Excerpt from Troubled Spirit


Book Excerpt

It was dark—the kind of dark that presses in around you, suffocating you. Annie felt her

heart do a sort of flip-flop and she wished once again that she hadn’t come. But this time it was because, sitting here in the darkness, she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been wrong all along. What if ghosts were real?

“Hello.” Annie jumped as Mike’s voice shattered the silence. “Is there anyone here who wants to speak with us?” he asked. “Did anyone die here?”

The temperature dropped. The room was silent.

“Would you like to give us a message?” Mike called again.

An icy chill wrapped itself around Annie. She felt someone—or something—standing behind her. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled as she reached out into the darkness until she found Harmony’s wrist. She gave it a tight squeeze. The Caldwell School was haunted. And this ghost was real. But it was not friendly and it did not want them there. Annie wasn’t sure how she knew, but she was certain she was right. They had to get out of there. Now!

But Harmony simply patted her hand, then called out, “We want to help you. Please tell us what you want.”

A guttural voice boomed “Get! Out!”

Callie screamed as the door burst open. In the light that filtered in from the streetlamp outside, Annie could see her clutching Mike’s arm.

“Well, then.” Harmony stood slowly, brushing the dust off her jeans. “I guess that means it’s time for us to leave.” She started toward the door.

Annie leapt up and raced past her friends. Her foot caught on the leg of a desk. She stumbled forward, grabbing another desk to keep from crashing to the floor, then dashed out the door, not stopping until she was directly under the streetlamp. Only then did she dare turn to look behind her.

About The Book

troubledspiritscoverTitle: Troubled Spirits

Author: Teri Lee

Genre: YA Paranormal

Ghosts aren’t real.

That’s what Annie Waters believed before she snuck into the abandoned Caldwell School. Before the dark presence followed her home. Before she realized, her only hope was to believe.


Author Bio

authorteriGrowing up in Maine, Teri Lee spent most of her time reading and exploring in the woods. And that hasn’t changed. When she’s not writing, you’ll still find her lost in a book or out hiking. And if she’s not there, try the ER. But don’t worry, she’s the nurse, not the patient. Teri has three grown children and still resides in Maine with her husband.






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Book Excerpt from Rocket Ship


RS_FrontCover_8_5_v3_AZTitle: Rocket Ship

Author: C.O.B.

Genre: YA Fantasy

Lincoln and Gary are best friends planning a simple trip to the night rock in the sky. However, they quickly find out that “easier said than done” is far more than just an outdated adage; it is a reality, for the dreamers face obstacle after obstacle in trying to gather the materials they need to build their ship. Not only that, but when their plan is discovered, their two-man field trip becomes much more than that. Now, the captain and the general will have to lead a rescue mission, one of far greater importance than they ever imagined. What would you do? Save only yourself or risk it all to save the lives of others as well as your own?

Rocket Ship is the miraculous, thrilling story of two friends, a tale of two hopefuls, two dreamers, two rescuers and the extremes they go through to save one another and others like them, before the world they live in destroys them all.

Author Bio

Rocket Ship is C.O.B.’s first young adult novel, but his third book overall. His first book, Hope(less), was a literary fiction about the journey a young couple endures for love. C.O.B.’s second book was a collection of works that included poems, short stories, and even a heartwarming tale told via screenplay.




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Book Excerpt

Fully armored and protected, Crystal Tiffany is ready, a warrior. She runs. She looks behind her as urgency and concern grows on her face. She looks forward, digs deep within for a bit more energy, and finds it in desperation to continue running with haste.

Suddenly, a sparkling white horse, a stallion, gallops from behind, racing up to the warrior’s right. Crystal Tiffany extends her right hand and grabs hold of the horse’s long, flowing mane. She pulls herself up, mounting the creature with ease, strength, and rhythm. “Faster!” she yells. “I need you to go faster!!”

The sparkling white stallion obeys and begins galloping even harder, going even faster.

She then snaps her right arm behind her back, and more stars crystallize. Crystal Tiffany removes a sword from its sheath. The star-formed handle is golden, but the blade consists of the brightest stars in existence; it is white, like a strike of lightning. Crystal Tiffany lifts her right arm higher and higher. She then swings the arm down, slashing her sword across its back. A shrill scream fills the sky, and something golden and glowing falls from its grasp. The stallion gallops past it. The warrior pulls back on her stallion’s mane, forcing him to turn around. She hops off the horse and screams. She screams and yells again, as loud as she can. She must let it know she is here, that she is not afraid, so she emits her most vicious war cry. She was not running; no, Crystal Tiffany was giving chase.

She chases the giant, the monster, the entity, the beast comprised entirely of dark matter—the darkness of the sky, the evil of the Earth caused by all the wrongdoing, that which oozes up from the surface of the decrepit planet and creates acid rain that destroys all beneath it. This dark matter, the giant menace, has eyes that swirl inward, a vortex of a black hole. Its pupils glow, two twinkles, as if there once existed a light of hope and goodness there; clearly, that light was sucked inside the wickedness and now just falls and keeps falling endlessly, a reminder of the hollowness it created, the hollowness it is. The monster’s eyes are hypnotic, however; if anyone stares into those eyes in fear, that one’s soul will be devoured. Above those eyes are thick, charcoal-gray brows that flow upward, the stuff of smog and smugness.

The beast looks backward in search of the object it dropped, then quickly glances forward and lets out a deafening, horrific growl at Crystal Tiffany. It bears its black mouth, flaunting its ominous, jagged, metallic teeth. The animal then flashes the talons that make up his hands: sharpened, long, metallic claws instead of fingers, so deadly sharp and glowing silver.

They charge, running toward one another at the speed of vengeance.

“I’m not afraid of you!” Crystal Tiffany screams as she runs.