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Thursday, 4 February 2021

New Book Release Spotlight with an Exclusive Extract: The Visitor by Louvie G. Tucker



From Chapter 1

Context: Peter is a mild mannered man who questions his society but dares not voice his concerns out loud. He does not want to cause trouble. Trouble destroys society. He works as a genmod technician, able to sculpt unborn children into perfection. So long as the would be parents can afford the price. In this scene, he meets with a couple to deliver their baby’s Future-Score. (Warning: Content May Be Sensitive.)

He returns to his senses. Must stay professional. His clients appear to the pretentious kind. Not a surprise. The man wears a jet black suit and a power tie. His oily hair is slicked back and glistens in the office light. His wife sits next to him in a tight black dress and rose pattern stockings. Her lips let out an exasperated sigh and then purse in annoyance.

Impatient clients

Time to perform.

“After viewing the results of your baby’s Future-Score, you will give birth to an unhealthy baby boy.”

Dark clouds form over the couple. They remain silent and glare at him as if it’s his fault that their child would be born unhealthy without genmod. Funny, people forget technology exists to correct this.

Must maintain professionalism.

“On to the desirability results.” He does his best to ignore the death glares from across the room. “Based on the Future-Score, when the child is of age, he will have black hair and hazel brown eyes. He will have an autoimmune disease. He will be overweight with an IQ of 123. His skin will be darker than average but his penis size will be average. He is likely to be overly self-conscious and be of an average height.”

The glares intensify. They aren’t satisfied with this report. He taps on his tablet. A hologram of the future child along with the traits and desirability rating appear above his desk. The couple push back into the sofa. Their faces contort to into half snarls.

Way too dramatic.

“Of course, this is how your child would look before applying any genmod. With standard genmod…”

“Abort,” the woman cuts him off.

He stops. Their minds are clearly made up.

“We’ll just abort this thing,” the woman declares.

This isn’t the first time his clients have opted for an abortion. Genmod will correct issues in a unborn child before birth free of charge but it’s an unspoken mark of shame to “fix” so many issues. People want their child to be “natural”. Nothing is more prestigious than having a child who is naturally born healthy, beautiful, endowed, and intelligent.

What’s bothersome is the woman’s choice of words. The unborn child is now a “thing”. Many clients have hinted it but this is the first time one said it out loud.

Nusan slogan number four: “Imperfections aren’t desirable. Nusans are perfect.”

Still doesn’t soften the blow.

“Are you certain?” he inquires. It’s pointless to ask, but professionalism demands it. “Most people don’t opt for an abortion until after seeing the gover—”

“We don’t care,” the man dismisses. “I rather trash this piece of crap, rent out a luxury suite, and buy 2 bottles of VX than trying to fix this!”

Peter holds his sigh of disapproval. Don’t raise suspicions. “Very well.”

He taps on his tablet. The image of the boy vanishes into oblivion. The couple are already off the sofa and gathering their bags.

“The cost of an abortion, in addition to the Future-Score—”

“Just print us a bill and we’ll pay. Don’t need to hear you quoting numbers,” the man barks.

Peter swallows his pride, taps on the tablet, and prints out an invoice. The man snatches the paper from his hand and they storm out. The door slams behind them causing him to jump.

He catches his breath. This is not the first couple to explode during a report. It’s never easy to handle. He isn’t responsible for how their DNA combined to form a child. He’s responsible for how their combined DNA mutates after the child is formed. Only if they would use their intelligence to understand that.

Too bad he can’t say that out loud. That could cause trouble.

“Vanity,” he mumbles as he prepares to see his next couple.

The Visitor, Book 1 of the Corrupted Genes series by Louvie G. Tucker

Nusans don’t cause trouble. Peter is a good Nusan. Single, annoyed with his best friend’s constant blind dates, and comfortably provided for with his job as a genmod technician, he spends his days telling expectant parents what their unborn children will look like. For a fee, he can modify physical and mental traits.

To ensure Nusa’s perfect society, however, it is law that all babies must be born with white skin, an IQ 120 or above, and without any illnesses or disabilities. These modifications are free of charge. It’s the law. And good Nusans obey the law. The people of Susa, however, are known to be troublemakers.

Thank goodness the dark-skinned Susans all live south of the border, in Susa. The closest Peter ever has to come to a dangerous Susan is either on the silver screen being vanquished by a heroic Nusan hero or on the news as deporters -- the force charged to keep Nusa safe -- prepare to send them south to Susa.

That is, until a dark-skinned visitor is suddenly inside the four walls of Peter’s quiet existence. Snarky. Irreverent and without any regard for the rules, the stranger should be a Susan but is he? Why is he claiming to have fallen from the stars?

Everything Peter knows is suddenly in question and even his status as a good Nusan is under threat as deporters seek him out on suspicion of a capital crime. Has Peter caused trouble?

Life as Peter has known it is fragile. Can he survive long enough to learn the truth? And will he even want to believe it once he finds it?

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Louvie G. Tucker lives and works in the Pacific Northwest with his wife. Born in Buffalo, New York, he’s called various U.S. states, Japan, and China home at points in his life. When he’s not working in cyber security, he enjoys rock climbing, staying up to date on current events, keeping up with his Japanese language skills, and riding his bicycle. He is currently working on the second book in the Corrupted Genes series.

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Thursday, 14 January 2021

New Book Publication Spotlight with an Exclusive Extract: The Heiress's Pregnancy Surprise by Donna Alward


The Heiress’s Pregnancy Surprise by Donna Alward

A VIP assignment…
an unexpected consequence!

Ex-SAS officer Jacob Wolfe’s latest job, as aristocrat Charlotte Pemberton’s bodyguard, is pushing him to his limits. Never one to step over the line, he’s determined to ignore their intense connection. Until a single dance leads to a forbidden kiss… and Jacob is tempted to break all his rules. But their resulting night together has an unexpected consequence…


 Exclusive Excerpt

Here’s an exclusive excerpt of THE HEIRESS’S PREGNANCY SURPRISE! In this scene, Charlotte has received another threatening email, but rather than hide away, she refuses to be intimidated and insists she attend that evening’s event – with bodyguard Jacob at her side.

Charlotte emerged twenty minutes later, and when Jacob turned around, he forgot about the file open on his laptop, forgot about his lopsided bow tie, forgot about everything.

Charlotte Pemberton was stunning.

Her dress was black, but looked like it had something underneath that was light beige, so the “feathers” of black fabric appeared to be over skin. The neckline plunged nearly to her waist, a deep V of creamy skin and shadows of cleavage that turned his mouth dry and his body hard. The “skirt” was more feathers of black, but then others that were iridescent, green and blue, like a peacock’s feathers. It was daring and beautiful and unique. Just like her.

“Wow,” he said, feeling like he should have been able to come up with a better word. “You weren’t joking when you said you had a killer dress.”

“You like it?” She turned in a circle, and the iridescent feathers shimmered. To his surprise, the back dipped nearly as low as the front.

He wanted to say he liked the woman inside it better, but held back. “It’s beautiful.”

She blushed a little. “Thank you. I hope you have your party shoes on, Jacob. I know I said I was tired, but the email fired me up. Now I want to dance out of spite.”

“The best revenge is living well,” he replied, “though I’m not sure you want me to dance.”

“Hmm. We’ll see.”

She grabbed a soft wrap and their driver headed through the darkness toward Brooklyn and the A-list party. Jacob considered it a bad thing when he realized he felt like he was on a date rather than an assignment. He’d have to watch that through the night, but it was hard when the assignment was keeping his eyes on her and remaining glued to her side.

One thing he knew for sure… No one was going to hurt her. Not on his watch.


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While bestselling author Donna Alward was busy studying Austen, Eliot and Shakespeare, she was also losing herself in the breathtaking stories created by romance novelists like LaVyrle Spencer and Judith McNaught.  Several years after completing her degree she decided to write a romance of her own and it was true love! Five years and ten manuscripts later she sold her first book and launched a new career. While her heartwarming stories of love, hope, and homecoming have been translated into several languages, hit bestseller lists and won awards, her very favorite thing is when she hears from happy readers.

Donna lives on Canada’s east coast. When she’s not writing she enjoys reading (of course!), knitting, gardening, cooking…and is a Masterpiece Theater addict.  You can visit her on the web at www.DonnaAlward.com and join her mailing list at www.DonnaAlward.com/newsletter .

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Friday, 3 July 2020

New Release Spotlight & Exclusive Extract: Fresh Eggs and Dog Beds 2 by Nick Albert



Fresh Eggs and Dog Beds 2 – Still living the dream in rural Ireland by Nick Albert


 An exclusive extract from Fresh Eggs and Dog Beds 2, written by bestselling author Nick Albert and published by Ant Press.

Although Nick and Lesley Albert moved to Ireland on a whim, their desire for a better life in the countryside was a long-held dream. Unforeseen events and a leap of faith forced that dream into reality, but getting to Ireland was only the beginning of their story.
Now foreigners in a foreign land, they set about making new friends, learning the culture and expanding their collection of chickens and unruly dogs. But their dream home was in desperate need of renovation, a mammoth task they attacked with the aid of a DIY manual, dwindling funds and incompetent enthusiasm. With defunct diggers, collapsing ladders, and shocking electrics, what could possibly go wrong?

In this scene, Nick is trying to get the renovations underway, but quirky Irish ways are making things complicated.

Given we were about to begin a major renovation project, whilst working with a limited budget, I thought it would be prudent to find a good supplier. I did some research, but came up empty handed. Aside from a few firms in Dublin, the internet claimed that there were no builders merchants in Counties Clare, Galway, or Limerick. The Golden Pages business directory listed most firms by name, rather than by business type and the familiar British retail chains had not reached the west of Ireland. If you didn’t know the business name, you were stuffed. I had spotted a lorry delivering to a new build development, but when I asked the driver how I could go about ordering my building supplies, he told me their business was strictly ‘Trade Only’.
Our saviour lay behind the door of a nondescript shop in a local village. It was the same place where Paul had bought a hydraulic pipe. As well as selling pots, pans, batteries, clocks, shoes, sports equipment, and wheelbarrows, they were also a builder’s merchant and tractor repair shop. Even though I was not a ‘proper builder’, the nice young girl behind the work-wearied counter was happy to take my order and even promised me free delivery for the duration of the renovations. It felt good to put some money into the local area. However, when the first lorry load of building materials arrived, the driver had not been given an invoice and refused to take a cash payment.
“I’m sorry,” he shrugged. “I don’t have anything to do with invoices.”
“But this lot’s worth several hundred euro!” I exclaimed. “You haven’t even got a delivery note.”
“No, I’ve got a delivery note,” he replied, showing me some writing on the palm of his hand, “but you’ll have to see the shop about payment.”
“Right!” I replied. “I’ll get my car.”
“I shouldn’t bother,” he said, putting a calming hand on my shoulder. “They’re shut for the day. Anyway, I’m sure there’s no rush. Just pop in next time you’re passing.”
And he was right.
Even though we had never before met, it transpired the girl in the hardware store had automatically opened an account and extended us a substantial line of credit. Although Lesley and I were gradually learning the Irish ways, we had brought one unbreakable rule into our new lives – no credit, ever again. The young girl in the hardware store seemed a little baffled when I settled our invoice with cash and then insisted on paying for all of our future purchases before delivery, but she accepted anyway. Perhaps she was getting used to our strange British ways.
A few days later, a similar thing happened. Lesley arrived home from a shopping trip to Ennis and immediately crossed the lawn to where I was laying concrete blocks for the pump house walls. Earlier I had given up trying to master the bricklayer’s trowel in favour of wearing bright yellow washing-up gloves and applying the mortar by hand.
Lesley watched me for a while, before she spoke. “Interesting technique.” She smiled encouragingly.
“It works,” I replied. “Perhaps I should patent it.”
Unimpressed, she humphed quietly and then changed the subject.
“I’ve been thinking,” my wife said brightly.
A cold shiver went down my spine, ran across the floor and hid in the corner quivering. I sensed she wanted to tell me something and I could see no obvious means of escape.
“Go on then, what have you been thinking?”
“Rugs!” she said triumphantly.
“Oh jolly well done!” I teased. “What are we having for dinner?”
She ignored my caustic wit. “I think we need rugs, for the sitting room floor.”
“We do?” I asked, picturing the constant snow of woodworm dust and dead spiders that coated the floor daily. “Won’t they just get dirty?”
She rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically, “Not for now! For afterwards – when the work is finished.”
Sensing at least a temporary reprieve, I relaxed. “Oh. You mean for later. Well that’s alright then.”
She spoke quietly, whilst carefully inspecting a fingernail. “Only we need them now – because they were on sale.”
I eyed her suspiciously. “Were on sale? What did you buy?”
“I didn’t buy anything, yet. I was at a shop in Ennis and they had these Persian rugs. They’re beautiful and they were practically giving them away.”
“Okay, fine,” I conceded. “The next time we’re in Ennis, we can go and have a look.”
“No need!” she said jubilantly. “They’re in the car. All six of them.”
“SIX?” I squealed.
Lesley nodded and smiled.
“But you said you didn’t buy them,” I whined.
“I didn’t.”
“I suppose they just gave them to you?” I suggested mockingly. “Without asking you for a deposit or anything?”
“Actually they did,” she said with a big smile. “Come and see.”
It was true. Lesley had arrived home with several thousand euros’ worth of fine Persian rugs in the back of her car. The staff in the shop were so keen for her to buy, they had insisted she take them home – just to try them for size.
“It’s incredible,” she exclaimed. “They didn’t ask for any deposit, or credit card details or identification. They didn’t even bother to take a note of my name.”
“Good grief!” I exclaimed. “The level of trust here is just wonderful.”
“I think it’s nice,” Lesley sighed.
I agreed. It was nice, and further evidence of how delightfully innocent and crime free County Clare was. Overall, it seemed that our lessons in ‘Learning to be Irish’ were going rather well.


Nick and Lesley's desire for a better life in the countryside was a long-held dream. Unforeseen events and a leap of faith forced that dream into reality, but moving to rural Ireland was only the beginning of their story.
Foreigners in a foreign land, they set about making new friends, learning the culture and expanding their collection of chickens and unruly dogs. But their dream home was in desperate need of renovation, a mammoth task they attacked with the aid of a DIY manual, dwindling funds and incompetent enthusiasm. With defunct diggers, collapsing ladders, and shocking electrics, what could possibly go wrong?
Will their new life live up to expectations, or will the Irish weather, dangerous roads, and a cruel twist of fate turn this dream into a nightmare?

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Nick Albert was born in England and raised in a Royal Air Force family. After leaving College he worked in retail management for several years before moving into financial services where he quickly progressed through the ranks to become a training consultant. As a very passionate and reasonably talented sportsman, Nick had always wanted to use his training skills towards creating a parallel career, so in the mid 1980's he qualified and began coaching sport professionally. After a health scare in 2003 and in search of a simpler life, he and his wife Lesley, cashed in their investments, sold their home and bought a rundown farmhouse in the rural west of Ireland - a country they had never before even visited. With little money or experience and armed only with a do-it-yourself manual, they set about renovating their new home, where they now live happily alongside a flock of chickens, two ducks and several unruly, but delightful dogs.
In 2017 Nick was signed to Ant Press to write a series of humorous memoirs about his life in rural Ireland. Fresh Eggs and Dog Beds (book one) was published in September 2017 and soon became an Amazon bestseller. Book two in the series was published on 1st June 2018 and book 3 in August 2019. Book four is due out in 2020.
Nick is also the author of the twisty thriller, Wrecking Crew, the first in a series of books featuring reluctant hero Eric Stone.