Queen of All She Reads: Virtual Tour & #Giveaway for Monsterland by Michael Okon

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Interview with Michael Okon

What group did you hang out with in high school?

          I hung out with everyone. I never had a group that was my go-to. I hung out with the jocks, the nerds, the theatre kids, the stoners, the greasers, the primma donnas, everyone. They all liked me, and I liked them.

What are you passionate about these days?

          My health. I started lifting weights and changing my body composition. I have not missed a lifting day in 6 months. I don’t overdo it, but I like sculpting my body slowly and steadily. The results are showing. I’ve never had a 6-pack in my life, and its slowly showing (in certain lighted rooms of course)

If you had to do your journey to getting published all over again, what would you do differently?

          Nothing. I’m in the middle of a Cinderella story, except I’m not meeting a prince at the ball, my carriage is not going to turn into a pumpkin, and my chauffeurs will not revert back to mice. I also don’t wear glass slippers. Okay, maybe Cinderella isn’t the right story, but going from a self-published author with a good book in hand, then two years later, getting a lit agent, an entertainment attorney, a film agent, a publicist, a two-book publishing deal, and a big-time producer who is interested in turning my book to film. I would change nothing.

Ebook or print? And why?

          Print. Nothing like holding a real book in your hands. There is something about ebooks that don’t feel real to me.

What is your favorite scene in this book?

          The Werewolf River Run. Think of the rides Pirates of the Caribbean, Splash Mountain and Jurassic Park River Ride. Now just add real werewolves chasing you. It’s an absolute blastt!

Monsterland

By Michael Okon

Publisher: WordFire Press, Llc.

Release Date: October 20, 2017

Genre: Horror

Length: 254 Pages

ISBN: 978-1614755944

ASIN: B0751F3B3S

Buy Links: Amazon | B&N | Kobo

About the book:

Welcome to Monsterland—the scariest place on Earth.

Wyatt Baldwin's senior year is not going well. His parents divorce, then his dad mysteriously dies. He’s not exactly comfortable with his new stepfather, Carter White, either. An ongoing debate with his best friends Melvin and Howard Drucker over which monster is superior has gotten stale. He’d much rather spend his days with beautiful and popular Jade. However, she’s dating the brash high-school quarterback Nolan, and Wyatt thinks he doesn’t stand a chance.

But everything changes when Wyatt and his friends are invited to attend the grand opening of Monsterland, a groundbreaking theme park where guests can interact with vampires in Vampire Village, be chased by werewolves on the River Run, and walk among the dead in Zombieville.

With real werewolves, vampires and zombies as the main attractions, what could possibly go wrong?

EXCERPT

The sky was a sparkling, powder blue, mosquitoes droned lazily over the tepid water, frogs croaked messages while they sunbathed on waxy lily pads. The fire he created burned bright, rabbit roasting on a spit made from hickory, the juices dripping to hiss in the flames. Seven of them lay in scattered repose, enjoying the late afternoon lull—two napped, the others tossed a stuffed fur in the form of a ball around the clearing, hooting with amusement when it rolled into the brush. They traveled in a pack, his group, his makeshift family, foraging together, hiding in plain sight. It had been that way for generations. But the glades were getting smaller, the humans invasive.

The sun started its slow descent into the horizon, hot pink and lilac clouds rippling against the empty canvas of the sky. Their color deepened as the sky filled, the rosy hue morphing into a burnt orange as the sun hid behind the condensation. The air thickened, moisture causing the leaves to lie heavily against the branches. Here and there, fireflies lit the gloom, doing a placid ballet in the humid air. The men moved closer as the sun sank into the western treetops, the fading sky promising another clear day tomorrow in the Everglades despite the moving ceiling of clouds.

A lone hawk cried out, disturbing the peace of the glade. Huge birds answered, flapping their wings, creating a cacophony of swamp sounds. The area became a concerto of animals responding to the disruption of their home—wild screams, squeaks, and complaints of the invasion of their territory.

The lead male stood, his head tilted. He heard it again. It was music, the strange organization of sounds, predictable as well as dangerous. Where those rhythms originated meant only one thing—they were not alone. They all rose, tense and alert, searching the waterway. Billy pointed, his dirty hands silently parting an outcropping of trees to expose a flat-bottom boat with strangers floating slowly toward them. It was filled with people, excitedly searching the banks of the swamp, their expensive khaki bush clothes ringed with sweat. Many held huge cameras. It was obviously a film crew, invasive, nosy individuals looking for something, anything, to enhance their lives. Men’s voices drifted on the turgid air. Billy stood, sniffing, his mates following suit. He glanced at the sky, gauging the time, his eyes opening wide. It was late. The bald top of the moon peeked over the ridge in the south, the sky graying to twilight with each passing second. Night came fast and furious in the swamp, dropping a curtain of darkness, extinguishing all light except for the beacon of the full moon. That chalk-white orb floated upward, indifferent to the consequences of its innocent victims. A halo of lighter blue surrounded the globe, limning the trees silver, the cobwebs in the trees becoming chains of dripping diamonds in the coming night.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Michael Okon is the award-winning and best-selling author & screenwriter formerly known as Michael Phillip Cash. His originally self-published book Monsterland was picked up in a two-book publishing deal by WordFire Press. Michael is happily married and writes full-time on the North Shore of Long Island with his two screaming monsters in the background.

For more information, details and updates, visit:

Website: http://www.michaelokon.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/iammichaelokon

Twitter: https://twitter.com/IAmMichaelOkon

Email Michael at MichaelOkonBooks@gmail.com