Friday, September 22, 2017

Code Of Armor: Vengeance Paperbacks arrive.

So, my personal paperback copies arrived today of my recently-published book, Code Of Armor: Vengeance.

Voodoo, my ancient mini-panther, approves.




Here's a song to celebrate...
Heh.

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For a copy of my book, whether in paperback, Kindle download, or as a 3-chapter sample via PDF, consult the following links...

If you'd like to check out the first three chapters, here they are on PDF...
http://www.johnbearross.com/CodeOfArmor-VengeancePartOne-FirstThreeChapters.pdf


Kindle Paperback version is here...

Kindle Ebook version is here...

Best,
JBR

Thursday, September 21, 2017

New Review, and International Paperbacks!

The paperback copies of my new book, Code Of Armor:Vengeance are winging their way across the globe.

Here is Olaf's copy, in Deutschland...


Here's my brother Mark's copy, in SoCal...


And here's a 5-Star review from some kind soul that really made my day.
This person gets it, and I'm so happy.


For a copy of my book, whether in paperback, Kindle download, or as a 3-chapter sample via PDF, consult the following links...

If you'd like to check out the first three chapters, here they are on PDF...
http://www.johnbearross.com/CodeOfArmor-VengeancePartOne-FirstThreeChapters.pdf

Kindle Paperback version is here...

Kindle Ebook version is here...

Best,
JBR

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Code Of Armor: Vengeance First Reviews...5 Stars!

Two readers on two separate continents reviewed my new book, Code Of Armor: Vengeance, and gave it five stars!


One in the UK, from tabletop gaming and writing maven Gavin Syme...


The second from Fred, a good friend, from here in the US...

Whoo-hoo!


If you'd like to check out the first three chapters, here they are on PDF...
http://www.johnbearross.com/CodeOfArmor-VengeancePartOne-FirstThreeChapters.pdf

Kindle Paperback version is here...

Kindle Ebook version is here...

Stay tuned for more shameless self-promotion!

;)

Best,
JBR

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Code Of Armor: Vengeance...Launch Night!

Well, the time is here.  Launch Night for the first installment of my ongoing novella series, Code Of Armor: Vengeance.

Here's a Sam Adam's Octoberfest to celebrate.  Raise one with me, won't you?


You can find Code Of Armor:Vengeance via Amazon, and also via Kindle Unlimited.

Go back a few blog posts, and you can download a few sample chapters via PDF, or click on the Look Inside button on the Amazon page.

My thanks to Michael Anderle for showing me the pathway around the Gatekeepers.
And thanks to my wife and family, to whom my work is dedicated.

If you'd like to check out the first three chapters, here they are on PDF...
http://www.johnbearross.com/CodeOfArmor-VengeancePartOne-FirstThreeChapters.pdf

Enjoy!

Best,
JBR

My Book Is Launching On Amazon


I am happy to report that my summer's effort is coming to a Kindle-enabled device near you.

Code Of Armor: Vengeance is uploaded, and will launch in the next few days.

For those of you who are interested, here's a little three-chapter PDF sample.

www.johnbearross.com/CodeOfArmor-VengeancePartOne-FirstThreeChapters.pdf

Also, some art from the cover art elements.





Best,
JBR

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Synopsis For My Book, Code Of Armor: Vengeance


      The Gatekeepers, rulers of the interdimensional crossroads known as Junctionworld, have turned their hidden pocket of reality into a garden of organized, mechanized slaughter. Mech pilots, cyborgs, and sentient machines are invited (or forced) to do battle for the entertainment of the masses. The Gatekeepers record and export the gladiatorial contests to a million other worlds. Life is cheap, killing is easy, and walking armored nightmares clash before the cameras on the colosseum floors.

     Behind the scenes, though, a young mech pilot finds herself the target of a conspiracy to erase her family's name and reputation in the armored arenas. Jessica Kramer, last of the Fourth Gate Kramers, tries to solve the murder of her brother by parties unknown. To do so, she must stay one step ahead of alien overlords, rogue enforcers, and fellow mech gladiators trying to kill her to gain their own freedom.


     Will personal demons from her past stop her quest for justice? Will she discover the truth before she and her family's legacy can be crushed? Find out, in the ongoing episodic novel, Code Of Armor: Vengeance, by John Bear Ross.

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So, whattaya think?  Does it have a hook, without giving too much away?
I'm at 30000 words on this, and I'll be releasing it in chunks via Amazon Kindle Direct.
When I have enough for a full novel, I'll bundle them together.
In the meantime, I can write and publish on my own schedule.
Stay tuned.

Best,
JBR

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Mech Gladiator Snippet 3

The novella is done. Here's Snippet 3.


CHAPTER 3

“Do not vex impatient for your chance for battle and glory, sapients and sentients. Everyone has their chance to bathe in the flames, soon enough. Not all will be found worthy, though. Take comfort in the fact that the fire that consumes them heats the engine of our continued prosperity.”
-Gatekeeper Polomius, Proverbs Of Power


“No gate-damned way, blob. You want this done, you do it yourself,” Jessica said. She walked down the alleyway, away from the Gatekeeper and his bodyguards, and headed towards the back door of the bar.
“We would, pilot Kramer, but appearances must be kept. Protocols followed. 'The Ways of the Old Code,' and such,” the Gatekeeper said.
“You mean you get to clear the dark cloud hanging over your arena by setting up some disgusting, chintzy 'blood vengeance' match. That's low, even for a--”
“-Again, you test us with your words, when we offer only benevolence and good will to you. Besides, we both have something to gain. We are being more than generous in placing the services of a very distinguished design and fabrication facility at your disposal. We both have lingering questions, pilot Kramer, questions that can only be answered by the 'Judah' control module. A control module that only activates when in the presence of members of its controlling house,” Mikralos said. Jessica stopped, and turned.
“Yeah, I noticed the red indicator light. That's the first time he's woken up since Jered died, isn't it?” Jessica said. Mikralos's pod made an awkward bobble motion, and the lights on his pod's surface seemed to fidget and twitch.
“Well...yes and no. Your father sought an audience with us after your brother's death, demanding to analyze and question the command module. Mistakes were made on his part. We...could not accommodate his requests,” the Gatekeeper said.
“You mean, you wanted to extort a grieving father to access the data on his dead son's mech that might show what really happened. He told me you wanted half a million credits for your so-called 'accommodation.'”
“It is not as simple as you say, but yes, that small detail of the occurrence is accurate. Let it be known that his offer and our financial requirements were at odds. Knowledge is power here in Junctionworld, and power costs credits, pilot,” Mikralos said.
“Even though the incident made your place a joke, and nearly put you in receivership?” Jessica said.
A jagged series of pulses ran along the ribbons of light carved into the Gatekeeper's carapace.
“Our financial matters at the time, and since then, are our own concern, pilot. You needn't occupy your feeble mind with pondering that which you do not understand. You need only remember your place,” the Gatekeeper said. An edged grate was now in the smooth voice.
“My place? Oh, that's nice. Fine. So, what's changed? What's new, that this oh-so-generous offer is now on the table?”
“We have come into new information concerning your brother's death. Naturally, since his humiliating demise caused the gladiator sports media to cast aspersions on how our beloved Berva Proxima is operated, our ticket sales and subscriptions have suffered. The facilities are in disrepair. We have even had to resort to...to renting out the main arena floor for trade shows and sales conventions.”
“Mmm...'The Berva Proxima Mech Parts Swap Meet And Social Mixer.' 'Come one, come all, to the Transdimensional Insurance Agent Convention, hosted at the Berva Proxima Arena, the glittering jewel of the Sixth Gate.' I've seen the ads on the nets. Not exactly the high-profile, upper-crust stuff you're used to, is it, Mikralos?” Jessica said.
“It is a slow, sordid ruination, pilot Kramer. Tread carefully,” Mikralos said.
“Oh, I'm sure it's horrible, Gatekeeper, I mean...wow. You poor, poor thing--” she said.
The lights tracing over the Gatekeeper's pod froze and turned to black. A silver claw was around her neck, pinning her against the wall, her boots kicking at the air. Her hands scrambled to hold onto the slippery liquid steel noose. She felt her vision begin to close off. The veins in her eyes pounded. Her lungs burned for air.
“We have been more than patient with your clumsy verbal jabs and snide remarks, but do not start to believe you can mock us, underbeing. Ever,” the Gatekeeper said.
Mikralos lowered her to the ground and hovered away. Jessica kept one arm on the alley wall where he dropped her, coughing and hacking for air. The other hand searched for her pistol. The holster was empty.
She looked up, red-eyed and sputtering, through tears and snot. One of the bodyguards, the one she blew the beer foam at, had her revolver in his hand. The cylinder was empty, the pudgy 20mm cartridges dumped in the puddles of muck at his feet. He waved the weapon in an impatient manner, bobbing it up and down as he offered it to her.
Still trying to catch her breath, Jessica reached for the pistol. The Model Nine snapped the revolver's cylinder shut with the flick of a wrist and tossed it into a pile of trash bags ten feet away. The impact and noise sent a hidden den of octorats scurrying.
She spit, clearing her throat, and snapped a knife out from a sheath in her boot. The hum of its high-frequency blade drilled a hole in the air. The second bodyguard's energy rifle, its muzzle glowing, rose. The vibro-blade's position in her hand switched from hammer to icepick, the blade running along her forearm. She wiped her mouth with the back of her knife hand, and moved for her other blade.
“Enough! We have business to conclude, human. Control your savage impulses, or the deal is off. No command module. No vengeance match. No answers to your questions,” Mikralos said, his voice more composed now. She stopped her advance, switching the vibro-knife off. Jessica spit at the feet of the Nine holding her at rifle point.
“As we thought. Walk with us, Kramer. Our conveyance is in a holding pattern overhead. We are summoning it now.”
The Gatekeeper's transportation was a larger, sleeker version of its personal pod, a mix of limousine and anti-grav yacht. It glided into the alley without a sound, descending from the flickering gray skies over Junctionworld.
A ramp flowed from the rear of the craft, and Mikralos moved up the freshly-materialized incline. His bodyguards followed, their weapons still trained on her. He gave a command to the crew waiting at the front of the craft, and then turned to Jessica waiting at the bottom of the ramp.
“Tomorrow, at this same time and locale, we will send this transport unit for you. If you find the terms we offered acceptable, walk up this ramp, and you will be taken to a private fabrication facility, the best in Junctionworld. Together, pilot, we might correct this transgression. May fortune smile on you, Mech Pilot Kramer, at your match at Red Iridium,” Mikralos said.

Her head still hurt, a combination of the beer and the choke-out. She watched the craft spirit away on silent, glowing grav-drives. Jessica looked down at her watch, and cursed. By the time she found and reloaded her revolver, she was running even later.