Friday, April 8, 2016

Virtual Tour & #Giveaway for Improbables by Jonathan Charles Bruce

Welcome to my stop on the Virtual Tour, presented by Bewitching Book Tours, for Improbables by Jonathan Charles Bruce.  Please leave a comment or question for Jonathan to let him know you stopped by.  My review is running a day late but will post tomorrow.  You may enter my giveaway for this tour by filling out the Rafflecopter form below.  Good Luck!

Improbables
By Jonathan Charles Bruce

Publisher: Booktrope
Date of Publication: February 22, 2016
Genre: Paranormal Romance
ISBN: 978-1-5137-0653-5
ASIN: B01BH86AWU
Number of pages: 334
Word Count: 107,360

Cover Artist: Ashley Ruggirello






About the book:

Abigail Wren’s new life fresh out of college is dull, even with her (almost) dream job at the local newspaper. The only real excitement she can get is found between the pages of an endless stream of paranormal romance novels she can’t help but love.

Then, on a snowy night in December, Abigail catches a glimpse of what could only be described as a werewolf. Enamored with the possibility, her investigation leads her to discover a paranormal population—improbables—harmoniously living in the midst of humanity. Between making eyes at a perpetually grumpy werewolf and hanging out with a vampire with a lust for life (and liquor), Abigail’s life takes a shaky step out of the ordinary and into the fantastic.

Just outside of the sleepy town of Whitewater, however, a force of rage is building. Born of hate and delusion, a living cataclysm threatens to devour everyone in its path—human or improbable.


Excerpt from Chapter Three

          The trip back to the office was short and uneventful. Parking her car was also characteristically nondescript. On her way to the front doors, Abigail realized that the entire car ride had been on autopilot. Along with that realization came the panic associated with losing a chunk of one’s precious life to monotony. And along with that came a sudden worry that she might have flattened a child without realizing it.

          No. Surely that would have been memorable—right?

          Right in the middle of a panicked mental recap of the events from picking up her book to arriving in the parking lot, she slammed face-first into a surprisingly warm wall of a person. She rebounded, only now taking in the red-and-black flannel shirt she had plowed into. Her hands shot out in an attempt to keep balance. A moment later, she felt someone’s hands on her forearms.

          “Easy there,” came a gruff voice. Pulling herself out of her daze, Abigail looked up at the person she had run into, who was now also, kindly enough, keeping her upright. He was scruffy, a mop of brown hair bleeding into a full (if short) beard worried with the occasional silver strands. His eyes were an intense green, which, coupled with the red in his shirt, gave his appearance an unintentionally festive look. He was pale, but that was nothing out of the ordinary, considering Abigail had forgotten what the sun looked like in the weeks she’d been calling the Pacific Northwest home.

          He was cute. In a ruggedly handsome way. Like a grizzled lumberjack.

          Perhaps cute was not the word for it.

          Abigail giggled, suddenly overtaken with the silliness of what just happened. “Thank you,” she said, certain she was coming across like an idiot. “You can let go now.” She smiled. The man obliged, returning a tight-lipped smile that seemed to err on the side of suffering-the-eccentric.

          “Sorry. Didn’t mean to…” he began before clearing his throat, “exist where you wanted to exist at the same time.” He looked every bit as awkward as she felt, which made her own discomfort slightly less overbearing.

          She swallowed sheepishly. “It happens.” She suddenly felt the need to clarify what she meant, so she gestured back and forth between the two of them. “Existing at the same time and all.” She realized that the gesture didn’t seem to quite work in the situation, so she let her hand fall at her side as she averted her gaze.

          “Try as we might!” he said with an exaggerated shrug. They exchanged unconvincing laughs before silence filled the void, mutated into a pause, then sat long enough to be uncomfortable. While the quiet was maliciously evolving, Abigail couldn’t help but trace her eyes up the man’s exposed and muscular forearms. When she caught what she was doing, she wondered where her unintentional partner’s eyes were glued—no doubt, here was another person in Whitewater who would take any opportunity to drink in the sight of the newest and blackest resident.

          Instead, she was a little shocked—and pleased—to see he was staring at the ground. He was legitimately embarrassed for slamming into her. In the city, if someone ran into you it was either a pickpocketing or just a nonstandard and jostly hello. In her hometown, it had been met with an impertinent huff and followed by a subpar apology. Here… well, if this was the first, being bumped into was hardly the worst way to get to know someone.

          Hey, mountain man Joe, why don’t we walk into each other in front of a coffee shop some time? she thought. This Whitewater-only pickup line seemed dopey enough to be charming enough to work—and she couldn’t help snickering at the thought.

          “What’s so funny?” he asked. She looked up at his eyes which had made a momentary migration to her face.

          The smile from her laughter remained unbroken, but grew a touch larger. “Nothing, just, uh…” She gestured to her temple. “I’m hilarious up here, trust me.”

          He tilted his head back, enough to give her a full look at what she assumed was post-embarrassment face-saving stoniness. He nodded. “Sorry again.” And with that, he brushed aside her, carrying some intense body heat with him, and walked away. She looked over her shoulder at the man, watching him for a few seconds. Something registered as odd, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

          Regardless of what it was that presently pricked at her brain, she shook it off. She had spent weeks feeling exasperated when people felt they were privileged enough to stare at her like a lab specimen; she wasn’t too keen on forcing that behavior on someone else.

          No matter how green his stupid sexy eyes were.

          She turned around to the glass doors and jolted at the sight of Lacy Renault, the woman in charge of business coverage. A tiny woman in her fifties with short-cropped silver hair, she watched Abigail come in with icy blue eyes and a gotcha-smile. She wore an immaculately tailored red business suit, giving her the appearance of a circa 2008 female presidential candidate.

          Abigail stepped into the vestibule, grateful for the limited respite it provided from the elements. “Were you watching that the whole time?” she asked, trying not to look too confused by Lacy’s grin. The expression was becoming a bit too knowing for her tastes.

          “You running into Collins?” She asked. She opened her eyes widely, teasingly, and nodded. “Oh, my, yes!”

          Abigail shrugged. “Something I should know?”

          Lacy gave an embellished frown. “No, no. Just, uh…” She trailed off in the way people do when overstressing a manufactured difficulty with words. “Glad to see you’re taking in the sights.”


          Well, this conversation immediately failed the Bechdel Test, Abigail thought icily.

About the Author:

Jonathan Bruce began writing what amounted to terrible Star Trek: The Next Generation fan fiction when he was four… provided that you accept that “forcing other people to write what he said” is the same thing as “writing”. Although the original manuscripts are lost (or perhaps destroyed), we can rest assured that his prose has improved significantly since then. After high school, he began writing and directing plays which gradually improved depending on whom you ask. He discovered his love of a good fight scene after writing a Dracula knock-off which took a 19th century classic and made it less about Victorian yearning and 300% more about stabbing things in the jugular.

He has a Master’s Degree in History, thanks largely to his thesis focusing on MUSIC, a Milwaukee-based school desegregation campaign during the 1960’s. He also enjoys discussing/making fun of pop culture of the 20th century and reading books of a non-historical nature. In his off moments, you can catch him writing for fun or making inane movies about nothing in particular.






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18 comments:

  1. Which actor/actress would you like to see playing the lead character from this book?

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    1. Hi, Mai! Thanks for posting. :)
      That's a really interesting question to consider, especially since I feel like I get just a little bit more invested when I answer, as though having someone in mind makes a film/television version more "real" in my head. It's odd, I know.
      Anyway, to answer your question, my original answers to this question would be either Nicole Roderick or Lupita Nyong'o, as they're both fantastic actresses. However, in the time since I originally pondered this question, I stumbled upon Enongo "Sammus" Lumumba-Kasongo, who I think would be the hands-down perfect choice for Abigail.

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  2. Thank you so much for hosting today!

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  3. Thank you so much for the chance!!

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  4. Looks like an interesting story. I can relate to the heroine - I'm addicted to paranormal romances too.

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    1. Thanks! I think one of my favorite early reviews of the book had the tagline "You'll actually like the main character", which I found tremendously flattering. :)

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  5. This captivating and intriguing novel is unique and appealing. The story and excerpt is creative.

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    1. Oh, thank you so much! :D
      If you are interested, I have the prologue and first three full chapters available right over here!
      http://jonathancharlesbruce.com/improbables/improbablesindex.html

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  6. I enjoyed the excerpt, thank you.

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    1. Thank you, Rita! If you want to dig in to some more, I have the prologue and first three chapters available in their entirety right over here! I mean, I'D always like to read more before making a 300+ page commitment. :)
      http://jonathancharlesbruce.com/improbables/improbablesindex.html

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  7. Great cover and awesome excerpt! Thanks for sharing :)

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    1. Thank you, Victoria! My cover design was done by the magnificent Ashley Ruggirello from http://www.cardboardmonet.com/
      We were originally going to go with a heavier "parody" kind of thing since there is a certain self-awareness to the novel. We dropped that after a while when it became apparent that, despite the attempt at humor, the plot is still at least semi-serious. I think it works. :)

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    2. Well Ashley did a great job. I also think you picked the perfect cover - that's going based off of the blurb :).

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  8. Thank you for hosting this giveaway!

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  9. Liked the excerpt and thanks for the giveaway

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  10. Interesting cover and also I like the clip from chapter three. I like your choice of words that you use in your writing.

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