Ever have one of those weeks?

Of course you have, otherwise you’d be an alien having one of those wezfibitzs. Whatever that is. But, as a result of having one of those weeks, I am totally brain dead, though I am not discounting alien abduction, but that’s a totally different blog entirely. So unfortunately, I have nothing for you this week. I hate wasting your time. Maybe, I can make amends by sharing a snippet from my latest release. Oh by the way, I forgot entirely that it came out earlier this month. How’s that for one of those weeks, or months, if I want to be perfectly honest with you.

So, here’s a tid bit from my first Young Adult novel, ‘Scrolls of Eternity: Rebirth’. Next week, I promise something cool, like an interview with my muse for this book. The real Patrick Michael Hughes himself. Well, you know unless he’s off saving the world or something.


Scrolls of Eternity

Book One


By J. Morgan


Desert Breeze Publishing


Patrick Hughes’ idea of field trips didn’t include armed robbers and Egyptian gods, but that’s just what he got. Accidently assuming the mantle of Horus, the Egyptian God of War, he is about to take Superhero 101 for extra credit. With the help of his substitute history teacher, who just so happens to be Anubis God of the Dead, Patrick takes a crash course in what it takes to be a hero. Too bad time is running out. Sutekh the God of Chaos has his eye on taking over the world. Unless he gets the hang of being a superhero and quick, getting an F will be the least of Patrick’s worries. Will Patrick’s first test at being a superhero be his last, or will he become the hero he was born to be?


“Uh, I don’t know what you’re talking about?” He might not have been able to manage the running away, but the girlish squeak had come through loud and clear.

“Oh, please, let us not play these games.” Ubis leaned forward. “Do you think I came here simply through the auspices of serendipity? No, Hemsut placed us together.”

“Sorry, Mr. Ubis, but I have no idea what you’re hinting at, but I assure you that you’re barking up the wrong tree.” Patrick winced under the man’s gaze, as sweat pooled between his shoulder blades.

Mr. Ubis surprised him by laughing. “Barking up the wrong tree. How droll of you. Perhaps Hesmut has a grander sense of humor than I supposed.”

“Sir, I’m not trying to offend you or anything, but are you on crack?” Under normal circumstances, he might have been afraid to say something like that to a teacher, but as awkweird as this was, somebody needed to say it.

“No, but I can understand why you would think so. Your world has had much upheaval in these past few days. My peculiar grasp of your situation would only come as another shock to your system.” He placed his chin in the crook of his thumb. “As damaging as this might be to your already fragile psyche, the only way you will believe my intentions are, as they say, on the up and up, is to show you a harsh truth.”

That didn’t sound one bit of good to Patrick. Mr. Ubis was doing more than scaring him. He was freaking him the heck out! If this hadn’t been a school type setting, he might have been really worried. This probably had an innocent explanation, but danged if he could figure it out. Teachers never usually acted this screwed up in Patrick’s experience, not counting Mrs. Jackson’s breakdown when he and Galen caused a minor mustard gas scare during Chemistry last semester. He would have thought something like that usually waited until toward the end of school, and not on a teacher’s first day on the job. That’s why he found himself confused as all get out.

“Mr. Ubis, I’m not sure exactly what’s going on here, but maybe we should both go down to see the nice therapists.” He felt that was the nicest way possible he could insinuate that Mr. Ubis might be a Twinkie short of a twin pack without risking actually coming out and saying it.

“No, Mr. Hughes, that wouldn’t be prudent. I seriously doubt either one of us wishes them to learn we both harbor secrets that could endanger not only you but those you love.” Ubis crooked a finger into the air. “Before you attempt to run from the room, humor me for a few moments longer, then you may do as you see fit.”

Patrick nodded, because quite frankly he didn’t know what else to do.

An impossibly wide grin slashed the teacher’s face. Impossibly wide and it didn’t stop at his rosy cheeks either. The Joker lips split his face clear to his ears that had somehow gone all pointy and jacked up a good six inches above his receding hairline. Patrick blinked. It was either that or start drooling. No, Patrick decided blabbering might have been the better way to go. The transformation didn’t stop there. Mr. Ubis had become a dog! A big black one with glowing yellow eyes and skin so black it was like looking into the heart of a black hole.

Not that having his teacher turn into a doberman pincher from the neck up wasn’t weird enough on all its own, but a name popped into Patrick’s head. “Anubis?”

“Very good, Mr. Hughes, and I thought this would be more difficult.” Just as suddenly, Mr. Ubis’ head was back in human working order. “See, no lasting damage, and we avoided any further difficulties ascertaining my — or your — sanity. All in all, I think this is a positive step in the proper direction.”

“I still don’t understand.” He was shaking all over, not from fear, but true excitement. Finally, here were the answers that he’d been looking for. Sure, seeing him morph into Zeppo the Dog Faced Man had been freaky as all get out. It would have anyone. If his need to discover exactly what was going on hadn’t been stronger than his fear of awkweird, he wouldn’t have stayed in his seat.

“That is why I’m here. The winds of chaos are nearly upon us. Without you as its champion, this world will not survive the machinations of Sutekh.” Anubis narrowed his eyes, bringing his arched brows down into a bunched knot.

“That seems a like a lot of pressure on top of mid-terms coming right around the corner.” Patrick squirmed back in his seat. “Not that I don’t appreciate the fact Horus chose me, but isn’t there someone else that can, you know, suit up or whatever it is that happens?”

“Hesmut, the lord of fate, chose you to be Horus’ Knopic. Out of everyone on the face of the earth, only you can wield the power of the sky lord.” Mr. Ubis reached across the desk and tapped him on the chest. “That means in your youthful vernacular, you’re tagged.”

Here are some handy dandy buy links just in case the excerpt got your mouth to watering. Anubis if you’re reading this, no offense to you or Pavlov’s pooch.

Desert Breeze Publishing




Barnes and Noble


A Superhero type of week.

Mashed Up Romance

I’m going to be honest with you. When I went to bed last night, I had no idea what I’d write about. My brain had literally been killed by the heat and the work week. Yeah, it was one of those weeks. Don’t ask. Neither of us needs a rehash of all that. Really, we don’t.


This morning, a totally different story.


I don’t know if it was divine inspiration, or HBO shoving ‘Pitch Perfect’ down my throat 8 times on three different channels last night, but an idea greeted me when I finally crawled out of bed. Mash Up!


Okay, how does a ‘Gleeism’ apply to a Blog by a guy who writes romance? Simple! Romance is the ‘Mash Up’ master. It takes everything readers love and meshes them into a damn fine story time after time. Huh? What yo talking about Jmo?


Romance, especially modern Romance, is all about presenting a story that appeals to any reader. Seriously, it doesn’t matter what you love to read, Romance can give you a story that you’ll love. Let me give you a few examples.



Westerns. My good friend Paisley Kirkpatrick mashes the Old West with Romance in such a way that readers who normally would only read the Western genre could easily slip into the old west and feel right at home. I say that with confidence because she exhaustively researches her books before writing it. The historical details are right on the money. You read about a mining town, you better believe it’ll be historically accurate. Same with wagon trains. Trust me when I say, she goes beyond the norm to make sure her readers walk away feeling like they just stepped out of the Old West. Before I scamper off onto my next tangent, she adds a level of Suspense and Mystery to her books. That’s a Mash Up hat trick of goodness.


Suspense. Again, I’m going to touch on one of my fellow authors. Melanie Atkins goes to the same extremes crafting her stories by researching police techniques and everything else that it takes to create a story steeped in police lore. When you enter one of her books, you feel like you’ve just spent the night riding along with a detective. What about the Romance? Trust me, she has that covered. Not only are her facts top notch, she works some magic that keeps you breathless from her thrilling plots, but her characters make you fall in love right along with them.


For my last example, I’m going to a true master of the Mash Up! Jennifer Hartz in her Future Savior series doesn’t stop with combining Science Fiction with Romance. Oh no! She combines elements of SciFi, Fantasy, Inspirational, and Romance. Oh my! Out of all my fanatical reads, Future Savior is my all time fan boy pleasures. Jennifer has taken world building to a whole new level. If that wasn’t enough to knock your socks off, she gives you multiple timelines all at the same time! Past, present, future, she rips you across time and makes you like it. Like C.S. Lewis in the Chronicles of Narnia, Jennifer presents the perfect spiritual allegory in such a way that the message is subtle and gives you a warm toasty feeling that makes you dig deeper for understanding. And, the Romance? She doesn’t give you a slam bam thank you ma’am. No, her characters’ romance is a continuing story toldover five books with all the twists and turns that real life gives you. So, when you get right down to it, she mashes SciFi, Fantasy, Inspirational, Romance and real life, and you can toss in a little Contemporary. Now, you see why she’s my idol.


So, what about me? What do I mash together like a big bowl of cheesy bacon mashed potatoes? You knew it was going to be about me eventually. Wink.


I mash together whatever I can. Like Jennifer, I started off building a world. I make that world so real in my head that I live there much of the time. It’s the world we know, but slightly left of normal. My Love Bites world is a mash up of our world, ancient mythology, ancient aliens, the usual paranormal elements, but all swirled together into something new, yet old at the same time. That’s my first Mash Up.


With Love Bites and Bite Marks, I wanted to craft stories embodying all the things I love. Romance, the Paranormal, Fantasy, Comedy, a little SciFi and High Adventure, with some Tom Clancy type espionage elements thrown in to keep me hopping. Hopefully readers hopping too. Why all that? Because, when I read books, those are the things that hold my interest. So do I write Paranormal Romance? No, I write a Frankenstein version encompassing all of the above.


The Vampire stories are more story driven with plots that cross over all the books in the series to give you a broader view of the world I’ve created. My heroines and heroes main job aside from falling in love is to keep the world safe. Hey! That makes them superheroes. My Vampire Avengers! Guess I better add another genre to my Mash Up. If you’ve read my books or this blog before, you probably already knew that, but it slipped up on me. Funny how that happens.


The Southern Werewolf Chronicles is an extension of the Love Bites Universe, but it deals more with a single relationship. It is the continuing love story between Maddy and Nicholi. It begins with their unlikely reunion after a European Vacation gone furry and continues from there. So, with it I’ve mashed up Contemporary Romance, Paranormal, Comedy, and Romance with a Southern Flavor. Each book tells a snapshot of their lives growing to love each other and understanding what that love means to two people used to depending on only themselves. Something anyone in a lasting relationship has to come to grips with.


My Amor Immorati series, I’ve gone to the other side of Paranormal. For one thing, Comedy isn’t the main story element. In each book, two so far, I’ve mashed up specific genres to tell my stories. Immortally Yours combined my love of Ancient History, Fairy Tales, Detective Novels and Fantasy in the form of bigger than life heroes. Set in the modern world, it falls under the ultimate mash up genre, Urban Fantasy. Book two, Immortally Damned examines Religious themes and redemption. Immortally Yours dealt with the same theme but approached it from a different angle. That’s what’s so great about these mash ups. You can literally tell a thousand stories and be original about with each one because of the tools you use.


Mash ups are more than a musical term. It’s a tool. A tool any artist can use. I can say artist, because authors paint pictures like a painter uses brushes or pencils, or like a singer, D.J. or musician uses their individualized instruments. The creative process does not limit what you can do with the tools you’re taught to use. It’s limited to what your mind can conceive. Romance authors are the quintessential artists. We love so many genres as readers, that when it comes time for us to become writers, it’s natural for us to gravitate to those things we endeavor to paint portraits of love in the minds of our readers. We can do it in the present, the past, the far flung future, or worlds you’ve never seen before.


That’s why when someone asks me what I write, I’m proud to say that I write romance. It’s not only the language of love. It’s the language of imagination gone wild.


Before I go, a couple other Mash Up Authors you should check out.


Gail Delaney: Her Phoenix series is just amazing. If you love Science Fiction, it is not to be missed.


Gloria Clover: ‘Children of the King’ is quite simply the most wonderful adventure I’ve been on all year. A Mash Up of Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Inspirational, this series is a true delight.


Jordan Bollinger: Duty with Honor mashes together suspense, spy thrillers and romance. If you love James Bond with a Scarecrow and Mrs. King mentality you’ll love this tender tale of love and espionage.


Now, go forth and mash up your reading!


Change the Words with a Smile



Things change.


That’s the truest statement ever uttered. As you grow older, notice, I didn’t say grow up, your comfort zone is constantly being challenged. Things happen. You adapt. Or, you stagnant. That is true in life and especially true in writing.


I’ve been writing Paranormal Comedies for over seven years. When you do something for that long the magic begins the fade to a dull throb in the back of your skull. I’m not saying I don’t enjoy writing it, but something comes up missing. The ideas just don’t seem fresh. I find it harder to see things with a new eye. As a result, questions constantly bombard me that probably wouldn’t have been in my head when I first started writing.


What am I doing?

Is the new book really new or just a retread of what I’ve done before?

Where am I going with this?

How many stories can you realistically tell about Vampires?

Should I go in a different direction?

How many ways can I crack a joke about facial hair on female werewolves?

What happens when Vampires go to the bathroom? I mean, what does Vampire tinkle look like? Do I even want to know? Probably, not, but… it does bear some investigation at a later date.


Just not today. Today is about change. Weird asides can wait for another day.


How does one go about change? For me, it was examining all the things I love. Science Fiction, Superheroes, Westerns, Biblical heroes, Murder She Wrote. Hey, don’t look so surprised. I do love me some Jessica Fletcher. The point is I have a wealth of loves to choose from. Just because I write Paranormal, that doesn’t mean I’m not well rounded in other areas.


To explore that wealth, I set out to try beginning a book based on my loves. As hard as this may be for some of you to believe, I have the start of a few books that have nothing whatsoever to do with Vampires. That said, I had to find my comfort zone. We all have them, but finding them is the hard part. For me, it was finding a theme that I could slip into and feel safe writing about.


First off, I began a Biblical themed Young Adult about David. Why David? Because, he came from nothing to achieve everything. Even failure. Born a shepherd, he went on to kill a giant, lead an army, lead a people, and ultimately father a dynasty that still reverberates through us today. But, more than that I wanted to understand him not as a historical figure, but as a young boy thrust into something greater than himself. How would he cope with that pressure? How could he adapt to a role greater than anything a teenage boy should be able to handle? These are themes that are universal and still affect us today.


So how far did I get? A couple chapters before I realized how much work it would take. To do the story justice I needed to understand the truths of who young David was. That would take something I hate to do–research. I did the obvious thing. I downloaded a few Kindle books on the subject. Bought some hard copy books on his life. You get the picture. Ultimately, I decided before I could do his story justice, I needed to step back and read those books.


But, like any author, I wanted to write a book now! So, while I did my — shudder — research, I dipped into another of my loves. Superheroes. Stealing a muse in the form of the son of a good friend I began work on a series called The Scrolls of Eternity. What would you do if you suddenly became the avatar for an ancient Egyptian god? That was the question that burned in my head. Incorporating the mythology of my years of comic reading I set about to answer that question. It didn’t take long for me to discover that I would write a comic book without pictures. Patrick Michael Hughes came alive in my head. His alter ego, Horus, had already been alive there for years. Since, the early Nineties, I’d been trying to tell his story in one form or another. With this book, that dream became a reality.


I’m not saying it was easy, but I worked out the kinks and got my brain wrapped around the concept. The first book in the series, Rebirth, comes out in a few short weeks. Like all origin stories, it is only the beginning. A stage setter if you will. Already, book two is percolating in my head, with the first bits sitting in a fresh document. Will it be better than book one? My answer is yes. Whereas book one introduces the world to the legend of Horus, Storms of Chaos will bring growth to Patrick as he copes with what being a superhero is all about. When you add teen angst into the mix, he’ll also discover that becoming a man might be an even harder thing to do.


Am I pleased with the end result? Yes, but it could be better. I say that only because as an author, I’m not living the story. I’m only writing it, but like real life, I can look back and see where I could change this, or change that. Fiction often mirrors life. And, it should! If you can’t believe the story you’ve written, why should anyone else? Like my own life, I can see subtle things Patrick could do to make his life easier, better? Then again, easier often isn’t better. Patrick’s story isn’t about easy. It’s about making choices that are often difficult, but will make him a better man. They might not always be the wisest decisions, but from our mistakes we learn. That is real life in a nutshell. Screw up and you just might learn something.


Before I go back to my own real life, I have one more WiP to share. I have always loved Westerns. Growing up some of my favorite memories are of watching John Wayne movies with my grandparents. I know the Star Wars and Comics might have thrown you, but to me those old westerns are my true comfort zone. So, sitting on my computer is my first attempt at paying homage to my early heroes. It’s a story I look forward to telling because it is so different from what I’ve done before.


With Scrolls, I stayed within the shared world of my Love Bites universe, because that world is so alive and rich to me. Plus, you never know when you might need a Vampire to liven things up. On the other hand, the Western is a true stepping out of my normal happy place. It might take me awhile to get there with it, but I can’t wait to see what happens.


I guess the thing is this. Change is good for the soul and challenges the mind to become better than it was. Stronger. Faster. They can make me better. They have the technology. At least, I hope they do. Who is this ‘they’ I’m referring to? Well, my muses of course. Only, I call them my friends, my family, and all the people who come in and out of my life on a daily basis. That includes you guys reading this. You inspire me to keep throwing my thoughts out into the universe, whether you want to read them or not.


Before I go, let me say one more thing. Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there. You guys are the true inspirations. You inspire children to dream. I know my dad did. So, really if you want to blame someone for all this literary rambling. Blame him.


Thanks Dad for being my inspiration every second of the day.

June just inspires love.



June has gotten me to thinking. A lot of things changed for me in the month of June. The majority of them led directly to me becoming an author, and continues to inspire my writing. So, I thought perhaps I should dwell on them in the form of a rambling blog that might show some insight into who I am and how it made me into the author I am today. Notice how I said author? Well author sounds a lot better than writer. More professional. Yeah, I’m all about more professional. Snicker.


June marks my fifteenth year of marriage to the inspiration of my life. Jenna Leigh is not only a fellow writer, but the person who got me into the writing biz. Honestly, before her I only thought I knew what love was all about. So, how could I write about romance without a frame of reference to start from? Romance is all about the heart. Before Jenn came into my life, I had been living with only half a heart. Romance, or love, is all about completion. Two people becoming one. Jenn did that for me. When you pick up one of my books, that completion in my life is the inspiration for my characters’ journey to discovering that one person who completes them so totally it changes their lives.


I’m not saying my happily ever after is every day violins and sweet nothings, but it is better than living without her. That’s the thing about happily ever afters in the real world. They take work, understanding and a healthy dose of compromising. That’s the story a Romance novel rarely tells you. And, to me personally, it’s the story I love hearing and living. My Southern Werewolf Chronicles is my attempt to show the real world aspect of romance. Sure, my characters have fur issues, but behind the fur are two people coming to grips with loving someone who at times are hard to live with. Why do they do it? The same reason we do. The good parts far outweigh the bad parts. And, they and we can’t honestly see our lives without that combination of good and bad rolled into one person being a part of us.


What else?


Father’s day! My dad is the greatest person I’ve ever known. He’s my best friend and a driving force behind my comedic bent. The best way for me to describe him to you is to tell you to go rent Grumpy Old Men. He’s all three old farts rolled  into one, only with a Southern drawl. That said, my snark comes from him, only I tone it down so it’s halfway believable. Getting to share my life with him has been both an adventure and an education. Before I change topics, it took me awhile to appreciate my dad, because young boys worship their fathers, teenagers rebel against them on their way to becoming men, young men are so caught up in being men we don’t appreciate them, but when we finally grow up enough to see our fathers not as gods, silly old men, or guys we see on the occasional weekends, our dads truly are amazing men that should inspire us. Because, part of who we are is a result of work so hard they make it too easy to notice until we’re the ones with kids driving us crazy. For the record, after becoming a father myself, I apologized for most of the stuff I did growing up. The rest it’s best he never finds out about.


That brings me to the greatest treasure to ever come to me in the month of June. My daughter. Marrying Jenn, gave me two things. True love and a step daughter that has never been a step. The job of being a father should never be limited by blood. I loved her way before a piece of paper made her a fully documented part of my life. Becoming her father might not have been easy at times, but I think that’s true of however a man is thrust into the job of being someone’s parent. It is without a doubt the scariest job any guy will ever have. You’re someone’s protector, educator, sometime doctor, sometime therapist and all the time crazy man during her teenager years. But, in my defense, boys are evil and have only one thing on their minds. I should know. I was one.


Over the years we might not have agreed on each and everything. Busting heads is the term that springs into my head. Not once during the past fifteen years has my love for her diminished. If anything it’s grown. My pride in the person she has become is not in doubt. She is a strong, smart and funny woman who is embarking on her our journey to becoming a parent herself. I just hope that the ‘your kids will be worse than you’ curse teaches her to appreciate her mom and dad. Insert hysterical laugh here.


I won’t say helping to raise a daughter gave me an expert perception into the female mind and helped me to become a better writer, but it did give me a clearer idea on the subject. At times it scared me spitless, but I do understand a little better the dynamic between men and women because of her.


What did I learn? Men and women are basically the same with the same fears and hopes when it comes to romance. I don’t know if many people believe that, but it’s true. We’re scared of being alone. We’re scared of trusting our hearts to another person. Above all, we’re scared of being someone’s everything. Then why do we do it? Why do we drive ourselves insane for love? For the same reason I stated above. To be complete. To have that happily ever after, we romance authors keep promoting.


June is more than another month to me. It’s the month I found my completion. It’s the month I became a father. It’s the month I learned to appreciate what being a father meant. It is the month I learned what romantic love is all about. What unconditional love truly means. Basically, June is the month of love. Lastly, for you guys out there who take the time to read my books, it’s the month that finally gave me the tools to take the feelings swelling inside my heart and put them on paper, or computer since this is the digital age.


I guess you could say, June is to blame for over seven years of heartfelt insanity. Here’s to many more!


And, Jenn when you read this, thank you for fifteen years of happily ever after and then some.


Til next week, happy reading.




Heroes of Jennifer Hartz!


“This Blog is mine!”


Yes, I Victor Von Jmo have taken over this blog in my bid for total world domination. Since I am J. Morgan’s clone half-brother’s sister’s aunt’s twice removed robot slave, you will understand if I employ a little nepotism in this venture. Besides, Jmo is in the middle of an edit induced nervous breakdown and will never notice that I, Victor Von Jmo, have fiddled with his air time.


But, how will I take over the world, you may be asking yourself. Well, none of your business. All you need to know is that I have kidnapped the ultimate icon of comic books. Yes, Stan Lee is under that hood. See, for yourself. Insert comic panel depicting me flamboyantly ripping off said hood. Get Jim Lee or George Perez to draw it.


Wait! That’s not Stan Lee. For one thing this person has female lady bits.


Victor Von Jmo: Person, who are you?


Jennifer Hartz: Hahaha!  Well, hello there Victor Von Jmo.  My name is Jennifer Hartz


Victor Von Jmo: I have heard of thee. You are the famed author of the Future Savior Series and the just released Heroes of the Horde. I profess to have read both and been totally amazed by them, but that will not save you from my wrath! Well, unless you agree to tell all those people out there a little about the Horde. If you don’t, I will be forced to tickle you mercilessly with a toilet brush of dubious origins.


Jennifer Hartz: Ummm… eww… I’d like to avoid the questionable stains on that toilet brush so I’ll answer your queries. The best way for me to describe Heroes of the Horde is to give you the novel’s blurb… It pretty much sums it up: 


Six mismatched students at Deacon Proprietary are about to discover the demonic legend of their school’s origin is actually true. Not only have they obtained amazing powers, but they’ve also unleashed the demonic Horde. Now it’s up to these six high school freshmen to stop the Horde before its evil spreads throughout the school and beyond.


So they’re a group of high school freshmen who become overnight superheroes equipped with powers to fight the demonic Horde.



Victor Von Jmo: Very nice blurb. I will force you to write my blurb to let the world know I am its sole ruler. But first, what inspired you to delve into the Superhero genre, instead of writing a good old fashioned misunderstood villain story?


Jennifer Hartz: Heroes of the Horde stems from my love of comic icons and Superheroes.  I grew up a big fan of The X-Men.  Plus as a former teacher, I have a grand fondness for teenage angst and drama.  It only made sense to combine these two.


Victor Von Jmo: I must say I fell in love with the teen drama dynamic between your so-called heroes. How hard was it for you to dip into the teenage mind to create such believable characters? I do love Maggie the best.


Jennifer Hartz: That’s an easy answer… I never matured past the age of 16!  Seriously though, I have a few things I actually believe I’m very good at.  One of them is my ability to relate to teenagers.  I like working with teens, which is the only thing I truly miss about teaching.  Writing teens is super easy for me.


Victor Von Jmo: Jmo never matured past third grade, but alas I digress. As I said before, I read the Future Savior series, and loved it. How did you prepare yourself mentally to go from the fall flung future to a Young Adult series? And, what can we expect from the next Future Savior book? Remember your ticklish bits depend on your answer!


Jennifer Hartz: Oh The FS Series… it will always be my favorite because I combined everything I love into one epic tale.  Future Savior Book 5: Revelation will be released on September 1st and I must say it is by far, hands down, no questions asked, my favorite of the entire series.  All loose ends are tied up and I’m hoping people will shed a few tears by the end.


Victor Von Jmo: Tears! I do not deal well with emotional outbursts. Where is that brush. Never mind, I have world dominating things to do and since you’re not Stan Lee, now I must go find him. So, while you attempt to undo your bonds, feel free to entertain my purloined readers with an excerpt from your misguided tale of Superheroes. I’m certain they will enjoy it. Consider it a gift from their soon to be World Dictator for Life Victor Von Jmo!  Oh and don’t forget to include those pesky links so they can purchase these delightful books of yours and anything else they might need to know. Not to become rabid fans mind you, but ardent stalkers of the highest order.


Jennifer Hartz: Thanks so much for kidnapping me today Victor Von Jmo!  Here’s an excerpt from Heroes of the Horde One: Unleashed…


“Anybody got any bright ideas?” Mike mutters, his voice almost comical. I glance over at him and discover he’s levitating about a foot off the ground.

A shiver races through my body. It’s freezing out here, but I don’t think that’s what caused the shiver. I’m pretty sure the fact the six of us are standing here getting ready to fight a demon has more to do with it than the temperature.

Those powers belong to us, a horrific voice says in my head. The demon.

“The demon just said, ‘Those powers belong to us,'” I tell the others.

The demon snaps its beady eyes in my direction, snarls, and lunges at me.

Mike hooks my elbow with his arm, and my feet leave the ground as he jumps us high in the air. Cooper and Jimmy rush forward. Jimmy holds his hand ready to sauté the demon again, but Cooper gets there first. He lowers his shoulder at the charging demon. The demon crashes into him, and it goes careening backward about ten feet before slamming into the hood of a car parked in the teacher’s parking lot.

“How do we kill a demon?” Caitlyn yells.

“No clue,” Jimmy responds.

The demon is up again. It jumps at Mike and me in the air. The creature can’t levitate like Mike, but it jumps far higher and farther than any human. Its claw-like hand encircles my ankle and yanks me toward the ground, right out of Mike’s grasp.

I slam hard into the ground, the demon on top of me. Pain from the impact courses through my hip and shoulder. Then a new pain engulfs me. The demon bites into my shoulder. I scream out and tears swim in my eyes.

“Shelly!” Cooper yells. He grabs the demon off of me and, using his super strength, hurls it into the car again.

My shoulder throbs and I can feel blood seeping from the wound, but Maggie helps me to my feet. I look at her and see nothing but fear in her slanted brown eyes.

“You okay?” Mike asks me, landing directly beside Maggie.

“I think so,” I reply. My shoulder feels a lot worse than it looks. The skin is punctured in quite a few places, oozing blood, but you can’t tell it is a bite mark. It looks like I was stabbed a few times with a wide tined fork.

“We need to figure something out,” Caitlyn says, edging alongside Mike.

“I could try to burn it to death?” Jimmy suggests. He moves next to Caitlyn.

“I don’t know if that will kill it,” I say, “but it might slow it down.” The six of us are standing in a semi-circle again. Shoulder to shoulder. Almost like a team.



Jennifer Hartz’s links:

Future Savior Series 1: Conception – http://www.amazon.com/Future-Savior-Book-One-ebook/dp/B0041HXOUG/ref=pd_sim_kstore_4



Victor Von Jmo: Now go forth my minions and follow yonder links. Or, you shall pay! Well, pay for her books. I will not charge you for the subjugation to come.


Oooppsss. It would appear Jmo has finished with his potty visit and doesn’t look happy to see me.  Must dash. Thanks to Jennifer for being my Gwen Stacy and come back next week when Jmo will once again own this blog space.


Jmo, put down that toilet brush! I know where it’s been!