Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Book Blast & Interview: Spinner by Michael J. Bowler @BradleyWallaceM

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Michael J. Bowler

Genre: teen horror/mystery

Publisher: YoungDudes Publishing

Date of Publication: August 5, 2015

ISBN: 978-0-9946675-1-9

Number of pages: 464

Word Count: 138K

Cover Artist: Louis C. Harris

Book Description:

Fifteen-year-old Alex is a “spinner.” His friends are “dummies.” Two clandestine groups of humans want his power. And an ancient evil is stalking him. If people weren’t being murdered, Alex might laugh at how his life turned into a horror movie overnight.

In a wheelchair since birth, his freakish ability has gotten him kicked out of ten foster homes since the age of four. Now saddled with a sadistic housemother who uses his spinning to heal the kids she physically abuses, Alex and his misfit group of learning disabled classmates are the only ones who can solve the mystery of his birth before more people meet a gruesome end.

They need to find out who murdered their beloved teacher, and why the hot young substitute acts like she’s flirting with them. Then there’s the mysterious medallion that seems to have unleashed something malevolent, and an ancient prophecy suggesting Alex has the power to destroy humanity.

The boys break into homes, dig up graves, elude kidnappers, fight for their lives against feral cats, and ultimately confront an evil as old as humankind. Friendships are tested, secrets uncovered, love spoken, and destiny revealed.

The kid who’s always been a loner will finally learn the value of friends, family, and loyalty.

If he survives…

Available at Amazon

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excerpt

Chapter One

What Are You?

Alex felt uneasy as he lay in his bed and listened to the wind outside. It had been an okay day at school – he’d only been called “Roller Boy” twice, which was almost a world record. After school, he’d kicked it at Roy’s house and they cranked some Hawthorne Heights tunes and chilled. Even Jane hadn’t bitched at him. So why can’t I sleep? He didn’t know the answer. His eyes returned to the dancing shadows that flitted across his floor from the window. His drapes were closed, but the wind whistled through the trees, and the shadows mesmerized him. The patterns of light and dark pulled on his eyelids, dragging him slowly under. A dream loomed at the edges of his consciousness. One of those dreams. Sleep overcame him, and the dream began….

Ms. Ashley trudged down a flight of stairs from her second floor apartment to street level, carrying several overflowing bags of trash. The traffic sounds were omnipresent, but otherwise the night was calm and clear.

A slight breeze ruffled her long brown hair as she slunk quickly to the rear of the complex. Rounding the building, she passed alongside a sloping hill of ivy-covered ground toward the row of trashcans in the far corner.

Looking chilled and unsettled, Ms. Ashley lifted one lid and struggled to get all her bags in without spilling anything.

A rustling noise startled her and she whipped her head around to the left.

The ivy-covered hill ascended upward into darkness, but there was no movement. Only a creepy silence.

She quickly tossed her bags into the can and dropped the lid back in place with a hollow clang.

Suddenly, a large cat dropped onto the top of the can from somewhere above. She uttered a startled cry and leaped back a few steps.

The cat meowed and she chuckled, extending one slightly trembling hand. The animal snuggled against it, wanting to be stroked. She ran her fingers through the fur around the cat’s neck and under its chin.

More rustling leaves drew her attention to the ivy.

The darkness in this corner was deep and penetrating, making the vines and leaves snaking their way up the slope barely visible. Another cat materialized from beneath the thick cover of ivy. Then another. And another.

In seconds, the hillside crackled and seethed with cats of all shapes and sizes. Their glowing eyes shone like eerie beacons in the night. The cat beneath Ms. Ashley’s fingers hissed and swiped its claws at her, raking the top of her hand and drawing copious amounts of blood.

Startled, she cried out and yanked her hand back, gazing in shock at the dark liquid gushing forth and spilling onto the concrete at her feet.

Terror etched her face.

She cautiously backed away.

The cats crouched on the hillside, poised and threatening.

The huge one she’d been petting wailed into the night, and then they were on her, leaping and clawing at her face and hair. Hundreds of cats streamed down the hillside and flung themselves at her while the big one sat and watched like a general commanding his troops.

Ms. Ashley screamed, but loud traffic sounds drowned out her cries. Flailing wildly, she turned and stumbled along the side of the building toward the street, desperately crying out for help.

Claws dug into her back and raked across her neck.

Teeth sunk into her arm.

She shrieked in agony as they yanked out chunks of her hair and raked at her legs, shredding her sweat pants and digging viciously into her soft flesh.

Blood spilled from everywhere on her body.

The street loomed just ahead. She tossed one cat off in a frantic attempt to save herself, only to have three more replace it. She clearly didn’t have much time before she’d topple beneath a tidal wave of claws and fur.

A large truck roared along Lincoln Boulevard as Ms. Ashley staggered toward the curb. The headlights were bright and blinding. The biggest cat now flew from the retaining wall at her face and gouged a chunk of flesh out of her cheek, exposing the bone. She wailed in agony.

Her knees buckled, but Ms. Ashley managed to stay on her feet while stumbling headlong into the street at a frantic pace.

Suddenly aware that the truck was almost on her, she clutched at the nearest light post in desperation. One bloodied hand caught the post and slowed her momentum as the cats ceased their brutal attack. She gesticulated frantically with her free hand, hoping to attract the attention of the driver. With her urgent gaze fixed on the truck, she didn’t see the figure in black leap from behind the retaining wall right at her.

Strong hands pressed hard into her back and propelled her forward.

The truck mowed her down in a splatter of blood and gore, flinging her broken body to the pavement and then crushing it beneath massive tires.

As the truck screeched to an ear-piercing halt near the corner, the figure in black melted into the darkness. Several cats sniffed the dead woman's remains before they, too, disappeared into the shadows. The first cat was the last to depart, watching as the horrified driver jumped from the truck cab and pelted toward Ms. Ashley’s broken body.

The cat seemed to grin before vanishing into the night….

Alex screamed and bolted upright in bed, sweating profusely, his young face etched with horror, hair plastered to his sweat-sheened forehead. Heart thumping with urgent terror, he scanned his darkened room. The door leading outside was closed, but the ominous shadows still crept through the window. His desk was messy as usual, and the door to his bathroom stood ajar, but he’d left it that way. Everything looked like it had before he fell asleep.

Dropping onto his pillow, Alex fought to control his breathing and calm his pounding heart. A dream. That’s all it had been. He’d known one was coming, and he’d been right. God, he hated those dreams! Poor Ms. Ashley. He lay there, sweat making his t-shirt cling uncomfortably to his chest as his heart rate slowly drew down. Could this dream be like the one about his parents? He hadn’t had one like that in years. It seemed so real!

He lay in bed worrying about the morning, and what he’d find when he got to school, even though there was nothing he could do to change anything.

Gradually, he calmed down; the tree branches outside tapping against the house lulled him to sleep. The last image to assail him before he went under was that ugly-ass cat grinning at him before running off into the dark.

authorinterview

Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?

I wanted to be an astronaut for as far back as I could remember. I watched every thing NASA did and followed famous astronauts like my friends followed rock stars. Sadly, when I got to high school I learned I didn’t have the math skills and that my hearing loss precluded me from that career. I was devastated.

 

How long did it take to get your first book published?

About twenty years. LOL I was teaching high school full time and never had much time to write, even during the summer months.

What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?

Spinner is my new release. A boy in a wheelchair with a miraculous power unleashes an ancient evil, plunging him and his friends into a nightmare they might not survive. (That’s 25, but it’s close. Lol)

Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?

I have self-published some of my books, but Spinner is being released by YoungDudes Publishing, a small house out of South Africa that believed in the story and decided to take a chance on it.

How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?

That depends. Between January of 2013 and April of 2014 I wrote four long sequels to Children of the Knight, and then also wrote Spinner over the course of maybe two months. Once I have the idea, I sit down and write. I’m very disciplined and don’t stop until I have a first draft.

 

What genre would you place your books into?

They are all, except one, YA for teens and adults, but primarily aimed at teens.

What made you decide to write that genre of book?

I love writing YA because I’ve spent most of my adult life around teens and understand them better than most people. I also feel there is too much media out there for teens that feeds into their easily accessed penchant for inappropriate behavior, and I want my books to reflect a theme they seldom see, that life only works well when we do what’s right, rather than what’s easy.

Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?

Lance, in my Children of the Knight series and Alex from Spinner are my two favorites because they share many of my traits. Both are outsiders, both think outside the box, both are tenacious and strong-willed, but also very compassionate and empathetic. I value friendship and believe it to be the strongest bond people can make, and I believe honor and selflessness are important traits more people should cultivate. Lance and Alex possess these traits and then some.

Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?

I have read all the reviews of my books because I don’t have that many. LOL Pathetic, I know. Alas, promoting to the target audience, especially with books aimed at teens, is super difficult.

Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?

That depends on the book. Spinner started out with a different title, and it changed along the way. Children of the Knight had its title the moment I conceived the idea and before I’d written a word. So it varies from book to book.

How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books?

Some are names of real people I’ve known through the years. Other characters choose their own name. I picture the character and a name pops into my head. It sounds weird, but there it is.

 

Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?

I have some basic traits going in, but often others develop along the way. The characters start telling me more about themselves and I incorporate those traits into the storyline.

Are there any hidden messages or morals contained in your books? (Morals as in like Aesops Fables type of "The moral of this story is..")

I’d say the primary moral to all my stories is that life works best when we do what’s right, rather than what’s easy.

Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?

I always prefer paperbacks, though I’m mindful of environmental concerns and the loss of tress to make the paper, so I do buy eBooks, too.

 

Do you think books transfer to movies well? Which is you favorite/worst book to movie transfer?

I think some books transfer to movies better than others. Stephen King’s books almost always result in bad movies, perhaps because when the horrors he depicts are literalized on the screen they become less scary. The worst movie adapted from a great book was The Keep, based on a masterful novel by F. Paul Wilson. By contrast, I think The Hunger Games movies are in some ways superior to the books because the books were told from a first person perspective, which didn’t work for me at all based on the storyline, whereas the movies opened up the world of Panem to give us more perspectives than just Katniss’s POV.

 

Your favorite color is?

Red, naturally. LOL

 

 

 

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abouttheauthor

Michael J. Bowler is an award-winning author of eight novels––A Boy and His Dragon, Aclip_image008 Matter of Time (Silver Medalist from Reader’s Favorite), and The Knight Cycle, comprised of five books: Children of the Knight (Gold Award Winner in the Wishing Shelf Book Awards), Running Through A Dark Place, There Is No Fear, And The Children Shall Lead, Once Upon A Time In America, and Spinner.

His horror screenplay, “Healer,” was a Semi-Finalist, and his urban fantasy script, “Like A Hero,” was a Finalist in the Shriekfest Film Festival and Screenplay Competition.

He grew up in San Rafael, California, and majored in English and Theatre at Santa Clara University. He went on to earn a master’s in film production from Loyola Marymount University, a teaching credential in English from LMU, and another master's in Special Education from Cal State University Dominguez Hills.

He partnered with two friends as producer, writer, and/or director on several ultra-low-budget horror films, including “Fatal Images,” “Club Dead,” and “Things II,” the reviews of which are much more fun than the actual movies.

He taught high school in Hawthorne, California for twenty-five years, both in general education and to students with learning disabilities, in subjects ranging from English and Strength Training to Algebra, Biology, and Yearbook.

He has also been a volunteer Big Brother to eight different boys with the Catholic Big Brothers Big Sisters program and a thirty-year volunteer within the juvenile justice system in Los Angeles.

He has been honored as Probation Volunteer of the Year, YMCA Volunteer of the Year, California Big Brother of the Year, and 2000 National Big Brother of the Year. The “National” honor allowed him and three of his Little Brothers to visit the White House and meet the president in the Oval Office.

He is currently working on a sequel to Spinner.

His goal as a YA author is for teens to experience empowerment and hope; to see themselves in his diverse characters; to read about kids who face real-life challenges; and to see how kids like them can remain decent people in an indecent world.

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