Where did the idea for the story come from?
Since my late husband wrote the story, I have no clue where he got the inspiration for the series. We both loved watching sci-fi and read tons of fantasy books. So, I’m sure, it just came to fruition one day.
Give a quote from the books, one that says little but speaks volumes.
Ruth snatches him up from his knees. “Leave him alone, Dr. Tober.” Peering down at me, her eyes widen in understanding. “Don’t you realize this is why he’s here? It’s for her, to keep her alive. Haven’t you figured it out yet? Why he came to England at all, this whole adventure? It’s for her.”
Give a short summary of what the book is about.
The Secret of Excalibur has snarky characters, full of page-turning action, and unexpected plot twists. It is a roller-coaster of a ride that will have you asking at the end – What just happened?
What genre is it?
Paranormal / sci-Fi
Why do you think people will want to read it?
The Secret of Excalibur is a one-of-a-kind story. So, if you’re tired of the same old plots, you will want to check it out.
Where are you located?
His superpowers made him invincible.
Or so he thought.
Ever since his head injury, Arthur has become fearless – arrogant even.
The CIA? FBI?
He laughed in their faces and teleported half-way around the world. To England, of all places. The Institute of Psychic Research, to be exact. One of the doctors there sets his heart throbbing.
Ruth Burns is a feisty red head who wants nothing to do with the obnoxious American. However, her boss, and his colleague, Commander Dobie, have other ideas. They devise a plan to use her to control Arthur and his abilities.
Tired of Dobie’s bureaucratic nonsense, Arthur teleports to the countryside with Ruth by his side. They end up at Lake George. A place where Ruth previously had a horrifying encounter with The Lady of Lake and the legendary sword, Excalibur.
When Arthur gets mentally scanned by something Metal, Alive, Not Moving, he is compelled to hunt for the infamous pair. Suddenly, their trip turns into a military expedition and they realize there are more secrets hidden beneath the dark waters than anyone imagined.
And to top it off, unknown forces are causing Arthur’s powers to go wonky. He’s losing control. Fear has become the order of the day.
Will Arthur be able to recover his abilities in time to prevent WWIII? His next move may determine the fate of the world.
You’ll love this snarky urban fantasy / sci-fi adventure because the twists, turns, and smoldering romance makes you want to keep turning the pages!
He doesn’t acknowledge me, but angrily mutters, “Don’t know how ya done that, mister, but it ain’t no magic, some kinda trick, but no magic,”
Now, I’m getting pissed. “You want magic, Barney?” I yell.
Ruth grabs my arm as I quickly stand, pulling her with me. “Arthur, calm down, please,” she pleads, her face pale, eyes wide with fright.
Getting ready to set his hair on fire, I notice the full bottle still on our table. “Mr. Moynin, I’ll need a towel please.”
He’d been backing away from us after I yelled at Barney. He whips off his apron, asking, “This do, sir?”
Either he was leaving to get his ax handle, or maybe just to get the hell out of here. Friends have told me that whenever I get angry, I radiate vibes that make people want to vacate the area.
“Yes, that’s fine. Barney, I need your coin again, if you’ve finally managed to figure out that it’s yours.” I know I’m talking loudly, but I don’t care. He doesn’t say anything, just flips his coin to me. I catch it midair and sit. “Mr. Moynin, I’ll need you to cover my hands, but first, I need two of your darts.”
A man saunters over and, with a soft thunk, sticks two steel-tipped darts into the table. When I reach to grab them, I notice Ruth hasn’t sat back down. In fact, she’s on the other side of the table next to Moynin. A spectator, I guess.
“Mr. Moynin, please cover just my hands with your apron.” He flaps his apron, letting it flutter over my hands. Under the apron, my hands never move, but I mentally focus hard for a few seconds. I even close my eyes. I’ve never tried this maneuver before, and it’s kind of tricky to complete, but I get it done. With a smirk, I remove my hands and rise. “Okay Mr. Moynin, lift the apron please.”
He slowly removes the apron, acting like he’s unwrapping a bomb, not a bottle. There are lots of Ahhs, Ohs and My Gods.
Ruth kneels in front of the table, staring open-mouthed. In the unopened bottle of Schnapps are embedded the two darts, one on each side, and in the center of the container is Godzilla’s coin, held fast by the tips of the darts.