Sunday, August 31, 2014

Readers are loving The Tin Man!


Early feedback is coming in for The Tin Man, the political thriller released yesterday by Nina Mason and CHBB Publishing.

"You want my honest opinion?  HOLY HELL, THIS IS A GREAT BOOK. IT REMINDS ME OF other intrigue books by other authors . She takes them through hell and back and OMG it reads like a movie ; you see the characters as you read. This is a definite reread over and over. I knew Nina could do paranormal, but intrigue? She rocked it. You will fall in love with Buchanan and Thea!"

"I'm at 58% and the suspense is so good. It's really making me think about the world we live in now. I can't wait to get back to it and find out what happens next!"

"This story will really make you think. The author brings up some troubling observations about our country and the complacency American's have embraced in allowing our freedoms to be taken from us bit by bit with nary a whimper from us. The searing portrayal of big media monopolies has a ring of real truth to it that should give everyone pause. But, this not a lecture, this is a thrill ride of a story featuring Alex, a war correspondent that now suffers from PTSD."

Have you one-clicked it yet?

http://www.amazon.com/Tin-Man-Nina-Mason-ebook/dp/B00N47DJRM

Saturday, August 30, 2014

It's Release Day for The Tin Man!

They who control the media
control how we perceive the world.

My second novel, a political thriller titled The Tin Man, will be released August 30 by Crushing Hearts & Black Butterfly Publishing. Buy it now for just $2.99.

Here's the blurb:

The last thing Alex Buchanan, the editor-in-chief of a formidable news site, expects as he looks around the newsroom at the bodies of his editors, is that he’ll soon be teaming up with The Ball Buster to solve the crime and stay alive. Well, maybe not the last thing. The last thing he expects is to fall for her or any other woman. Because he’s The Tin Man–a suit of armor without a heart.

Or so he believes…

The Ball Buster is his private nickname for Thea Hamilton, a smart, gutsy, and insecure investigative reporter for The New York News, America’s newspaper of record. They went out once years ago–an unmitigated disaster during which she jumped all over his case about smoking.

When events force them together, they embark on an emotion-charged, high-octane quest for the truth, ending up in bed, but also in the clutches of a sociopathic corporate raider. “Zeus” is obsessed with James Bond and owns a hardcore S & M club in an old fallout shelter. Is he the killer? And, if so, what’s his motive? What he hopes to gain by torturing the journalists is clearer: the proof they’ve uncovered of a corporate takeover scheme that threatens the future of democracy. And he’ll stop at nothing to get it.

Here's an excerpt:

Alex Buchanan, an ex-pat Scot
inspired by Gerard Butler
Buchanan was smoking out among the trees when he heard the gunshots. Turning toward the barn, he saw flames leaping from the roof. Dropping his cigarette, he charged from the underbrush like a bull, thinking only of Thea. Another shot shattered the darkness. He drew his Glock as he trundled across the field. The fire was spreading fast. He reached the barn, choking as he raced inside. The whole place was filled with white smoke.

“Thea!” he screamed, coughing violently. “Thea!”

He raced toward the stairs, grabbed the rail, hoisting himself up two rungs at a time. He frantically searched the loft, but found only her purse. Taking it with him, he stumbled back down.

“Thea! Thea! Where are you?”

Non-stop action and
real-world truths.

The smoke was so thick he couldn’t see a thing. He heard another crack. Outside. Shite, the assassins had found them. But where were they now. And where was she?

He groped his way through the cloud, gasping, choking, eyes stinging, until he found the car. Feeling his way around, he located the driver’s door, got in, and started the engine. He hit the gas. The Toyota lurched forward. He couldn’t see a fucking thing through the smoke. The car crashed through wood, jolting him. The air began to clear as he bounced across the field. The black sedan came into view, speeding toward the road. He eased off the gas, falling back to avoid being seen.


Thea Hamilton:
"What are you waiting for, Tiger?"
Fucking hell. He’d cocked up everything. Now, they had Thea, which was killing him. Anything he could do to save her would endanger her life. Assuming, of course, she was still alive. The possibility she might not be kicked him in the chest, but he reasoned it away. She had to be alive. It only made sense. If she was dead, why take her? He felt better, but not for long. If she was alive, there was a reason. And the only reason he could think of made his stomach turn.


Here's the trailer:




Friday, August 29, 2014

First Time on Sale!!

To celebrate the release tomorrow of her second novel, Nina Mason has put The Queen of Swords, her first novel, on sale all Labor Day weekend. Grab it now for just 99 pennies and see why so many reviewers are raving about this darkly erotic PNR. http://smarturl.it/queenofswords

The Queen of Swords, a dark and erotic paranormal romance, combines vampires, witchcraft, Celtic mythology, tarot cards, and Scottish history to tell the story of a white witch who returns every hundred years to reunite with her soul mate, a Scottish earl who's been earthbound by a dark wizard's curse. Cat is the third incarnation of the lass Graham was to marry the day after he was cursed. Set in modern-day England and Scotland with flashbacks to the Regency, Victorian, and Edwardian periods.

**For Mature Readers**

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Romance Weekly: My First Kiss




This week we're supposed to blog about our first kiss. Mine was in the summer between seventh and eighth grade. Arrowbear Music Camp. What a great experience, kiss aside. Not that the kiss was bad or anything. In truth, I don't remember the actual kiss, but I remember the guy. Chris Doss, a cornet player with silver caps on his two front teeth. He was the first guy to like me back and stole a kiss in some private spot. Afterward, I told my bunk-mate. Lee Edwards, clarinet, who also went to my school. She got upset and said I'd get "the kissing disease," after which I laid awake all night worrying about it. Chris lived in El Centro (funny the things you remember, eh?) and I in Fountain Valley. Both were in California, but might as well have been a million miles away. He sent me a card with a St. Christopher's medal, which, for those who don't know, meant we were "going steady." Never saw him again. Sigh. Thanks for the kiss, Chris Doss, and for not giving me "the kissing disease."

Now, let's just see what author Jeana E. Mann remembers about her first kiss!

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Tin Man Release Party--You're Invited!!

Join me in celebrating the release of my second book, The Tin Man, a political thriller about the dangers of corporate media monopolies.

Here's the link to the Facebook party next Saturday, Aug. 30 from 2 to 8 p.m. EST:
https://www.facebook.com/events/1498575780378753/?source=1

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Meet The Tin Man

They who control the media
control how we perceive the world.

My second novel, a political thriller titled The Tin Man, will be released August 30 by Crushing Hearts & Black Butterfly Publishing.

Here's the blurb:

The last thing Alex Buchanan, the editor-in-chief of a formidable news site, expects as he looks around the newsroom at the bodies of his editors, is that he’ll soon be teaming up with The Ball Buster to solve the crime and stay alive. Well, maybe not the last thing. The last thing he expects is to fall for her or any other woman. Because he’s The Tin Man–a suit of armor without a heart.

Or so he believes…

The Ball Buster is his private nickname for Thea Hamilton, a smart, gutsy, and insecure investigative reporter for The New York News, America’s newspaper of record. They went out once years ago–an unmitigated disaster during which she jumped all over his case about smoking.

When events force them together, they embark on an emotion-charged, high-octane quest for the truth, ending up in bed, but also in the clutches of a sociopathic corporate raider. “Zeus” is obsessed with James Bond and owns a hardcore S & M club in an old fallout shelter. Is he the killer? And, if so, what’s his motive? What he hopes to gain by torturing the journalists is clearer: the proof they’ve uncovered of a corporate takeover scheme that threatens the future of democracy. And he’ll stop at nothing to get it.

Here's an excerpt:

Alex Buchanan, an ex-pat Scot
inspired by Gerard Butler
Buchanan was smoking out among the trees when he heard the gunshots. Turning toward the barn, he saw flames leaping from the roof. Dropping his cigarette, he charged from the underbrush like a bull, thinking only of Thea. Another shot shattered the darkness. He drew his Glock as he trundled across the field. The fire was spreading fast. He reached the barn, choking as he raced inside. The whole place was filled with white smoke.

“Thea!” he screamed, coughing violently. “Thea!”

He raced toward the stairs, grabbed the rail, hoisting himself up two rungs at a time. He frantically searched the loft, but found only her purse. Taking it with him, he stumbled back down.

“Thea! Thea! Where are you?”

Non-stop action and
real-world truths.

The smoke was so thick he couldn’t see a thing. He heard another crack. Outside. Shite, the assassins had found them. But where were they now. And where was she?

He groped his way through the cloud, gasping, choking, eyes stinging, until he found the car. Feeling his way around, he located the driver’s door, got in, and started the engine. He hit the gas. The Toyota lurched forward. He couldn’t see a fucking thing through the smoke. The car crashed through wood, jolting him. The air began to clear as he bounced across the field. The black sedan came into view, speeding toward the road. He eased off the gas, falling back to avoid being seen.


Thea Hamilton:
"What are you waiting for, Tiger?"
Fucking hell. He’d cocked up everything. Now, they had Thea, which was killing him. Anything he could do to save her would endanger her life. Assuming, of course, she was still alive. The possibility she might not be kicked him in the chest, but he reasoned it away. She had to be alive. It only made sense. If she was dead, why take her? He felt better, but not for long. If she was alive, there was a reason. And the only reason he could think of made his stomach turn.


Here's the trailer: