Signed Copies Available For $10.00…

SIGNED TRADE PAPERBACK COPIES OF “THE BRIDGE” AVAILABLE FOR ONLY $10.00, LIMITED TIME!

These are not the 1st edition copies, these are the re-edited 2nd edition copies. Each one is $10.00 a piece, plus $3.00 shipping/handling in the United States. Anyone interested in getting one of these please let me know down in the comments section or e-mail me. Payments accepted through Paypal.

I’m Running A Special Sale This Weekend…

To celebrate my first novel “The Bridge” being #44 on Smashwords Horror Bestseller list of books over 100K words, I’m taking 50% off the price. It’s now available there for $1.50 for this weekend. So take advantage of it while you can. There’s 15 reviews on this page so you can get a good idea of what others have been saying about this strange blend of paranormal mystery and science fiction.

Remember: Smashwords offers this book in the following e-reader formats: Apple, Sony, Nook, Kindle, Kobo, EPUB, PDF (for regular laptops and desktop computers), and others.

Oh, and if you’re one of those people who already bought a copy and loved it, please help spread the word of this special promotion. Thanks so much and have a great weekend everybody.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/272613

Update About My “Hobbit Birthday Party” Last Weekend…

Well, time for a little update.  Here are the results so far from my “Hobbit Birthday Party” last weekend. Total 40 free books were picked up. And so far 4 reviews have come back, which is great in my book. The fact that people went through it so fast and got back to me is terrific. I’m hoping with time, that as people get to read it and finish the book, they’ll leave reviews too.

Out of the 4 reviews I’ve gotten 3 were 5 Stars and the last one was a 3 star, but a very pleasant one mind you. They still encouraged people to check it out so I’m not going to complain.

This first review is from Amazon.com:

You’ll think twice about going in the water! April 5, 2013

By Michael Drakich

Format:Kindle Edition

Exhilerating! The story kept me tense the whole way through. I normally don’t read horror as I prefer science fiction and fantasy but after receiving a copy of the novel it is my habit to always read all the way through and I’m glad I did. There is even a touch of sci-fi in the mix which pleased me. The story was creative and, at times, frightening, the good way a horror book should be. A number of sub-plots rounded out the novel but it is the main plot that is so riveting. I don’t want to post any spoilers except to say the concept of the evil hidden in the river is a nice change from coming from underground. For fans of the horror genre, this is a must read.

These reviews are from Smashwords:

Review by:  on April 06, 2013 :   

Good ideas, well paced and well plotted, with interesting and engaging characters.

But it needs a thorough editing; I felt like I was reading an unpublished draft. The common banter style made the characters tend to blur together, and really, could they not sometimes just get on with their bloody jobs instead of making with the constant sexual jokes & innuendos? And the author very badly needed to consult someone actually British for the voice of the supposedly British characters – these are teeth-gratingly bad at times. (What is Oye even supposed to mean? Oy? Oi? Aye? What kind of English are we even talking about? Seems to veer randomly cockney & posh.)

I got the book free in exchange for a review; I hope this isn’t so harsh as to be discouraging. There’s a lot of good in it; it just needs some balancing and tweaking.
(reviewed within a month of purchase)

Review by: April 03, 2013 :     
As someone who got to proof read this, I must say I love it! Found a few surprises in it that were not there before! Can’t wait for the next one!
(reviewed within a week of purchase)

Review by: March 31, 2013 :     
The Bridge is an excellent book, well written. A genre I don’t usually read but, I will look out for Allen’s next book.
(reviewed the day of purchase)

And Now It’s Sample Sunday Folks…

I got the idea for “Sample Sunday” from one of my fellow authors, namely Scarlet Black.  She is the author of “Wisdom Of Evil”, “Salem Moon” 1 and 2, “The Last Gift” and most recently “E-Vamp” which is taking the European market by storm.   I strongly recommend checking her out on Amazon folks, you won’t be disappointed.

Anyway, today I decided to give you all a brief glimpse into a scene in “THE BRIDGE”.  I thought it might be nice to show you some of what goes on during one of my lead characters psychic visions.  Once you’ve read it, remember the book is available for all e-readers and in print.   You can find all these versions  at my new webpage: http://allankrummenacker.wix.com/allan-krummenacker.  Just click on the one you want and the link will take you to where you need to go for it.

In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this snippet:

Alex, blissfully unaware of all that had taken place, boarded a train at Grand Central station, eager to go home.  He had been in the city all day and was glad to be leaving.  He had met with clients, visited contractors, and then checked on a couple of jobs his office was overseeing.   Then he’d met up with his sister and her husband for lunch.

And as usual Sharon was in top form, going on about how tired he looked and that he needed to spend more time back on Long Island.  Maybe go to the beach.  Of course he could bring Veronica, but she’d heard that too much sun was bad for older skin, and so on and so forth.

Now, he was comfortably settled in a seat on the train and allowed himself to lean back and relaxed.  The gentle swaying and clicking sound of the wheels were soothing, almost hypnotic.  His eyes slowly lowered and he fell asleep…

 

… and once again found himself in the strange hallway with the four doors waiting for him.  How had he gotten up here?

Up here?  Yes, this was an upper story that was rarely used anymore.  A thin layer of dust covering the carpet was testimony to that fact. No one had been up here in some time.

Brushing aside a cobweb he went over to the nearest door and tried the handle, it was unlocked.  Suddenly it swung inwards, revealing a bedroom furnished in Colonial style. Though he was no expert, he was sure the furnishings were originals, not modern copies.  And unlike the hallway, everything in here was immaculately clean and well cared for.  There was some clothing laid out on the bed which indicated this room belonged to a woman.

Instinct told him not to enter, so he decided to make his way towards the next room. As soon as he turned away, the door behind him slammed shut.  Then the unmistakable sound of keys in a lock could be heard.  Looking back, he saw the door was now bolted shut and thought he heard movement inside.  Looking down at the lighted crack at the bottom of the door, he spotted the shadow of feet pacing back and forth from the other side of the barrier.  He quickly went over to the other doors and saw no light or shadows coming from them.

Coming back to the locked door he found wooden slats now covered the portal.  At first he felt panic for the owner of those shadowy footsteps, but then he realized the room was now empty.  He could sense no one within.

From behind him came the sound of creaking.  Turning he saw the door opposite this one slowly opening.

He took one final look at the barred doorway and found it was now bricked up.  And half of the brickwork was already covered by dark paneling that matched the rest of the corridor.

There was nothing more he could do here.  And the room behind him waited patiently.  Taking a deep breath, he turned and headed over to the room across the hallway.  He didn’t bother looking back, knowing that any sign a room had been there would be gone.

 

On the old stone bridge over the stream, a woman stood silent and motionless.  In her arms she cradled what appeared to be a small bundle.  Her eyes were fixed on the line of tall trees surrounding the rear half of the great mansion.  Their many branches practically obscured the entire third floor.

Nearby, at the foot of the bridge a man wearing a white wolf skin knelt.  His head was bowed as he chanted in a tongue not heard in centuries…

As Professor Farnsworth Would Say…. “GOOD NEWS EVERYONE!”

My good news today is that I have finally set up my own Official Website.  I did it through WiX which made it a free site.  And while it did take me a few hours to put together, it was so worth it.  I would highly recommend them to anyone else needing or thinking about putting together a website with little expense.

Now on the site you’ll find “The Bridge” of course, along with buttons linking you to the various formats available.  You’ll also find news and information on my upcoming books, along with a time frame for when I hope to be releasing them.  I’ve also supplied small synopsis for each one so my visitors can get an idea of what they can look forward to.

I hope you’ll all come and visit the site.  I’m still updating and correcting a few areas, but overall the site is pretty much done.

Here’s the link, I hope you like what you see:

http://allankrummenacker.wix.com/allan-krummenacker

 

 

A Valentine’s Day Limited Offer….

VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL! From today through Saturday Feb. 16th, my novel “The Bridge” is available at Smashwords for (Sony, Apple, Nook, EPub, Mobi, PDF) for half off. $1.99. Get yours while you can. The price goes back to $3.99 on Sunday.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/272613

 

Final Version of the cover.

“THE BRIDGE” Is Now Available In Many Formats…

Just wanted to share a few things about my new novel “The Bridge” with all of you.  I’ve been getting a lot of questions and I’m hoping to answer most, if not all of them, here.  The novel is a strange blend of horror, paranormal mystery, and science fiction set in modern day.  I have psychics, police, ghosts and a mystery that initially dates back some 300 years and then beyond that.

It is now available as both an e-book and in print.  For those who want print follow the Createspace or Amazon links provided below.  OR, if you are interested in getting a signed copy please e-mail me.  The price for a signed copy is the same as at Createspace or Amazon ($15.99) and that will include the shipping price as well.  I’ll provide my e-mail address below along with the links.

As for the e-book formats I have Kindle, Epub (which is good for IPad/IBooks, Sony readers, Nook, Kobo, and most e-reading apps including Stanza, Aldiko, Adobe Digital Editions, others), PDF, Palmn Doc (PDB).  The price for the e-book versions are $3.99.

 

LINKS:

Createspace/Amazon/Kindle: 

http://www.amazon.com/The-Bridge-Para-Earth-Series-ebook/dp/B00B86DR9G/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_2

Smashwords:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/272613

E-mail:

allan.krummenacker@gmail.com

 

If you have any questions please leave a comment here or e-mail me at the address above.  Thanks so much for taking time out and reading my blogs.  I hope to continue entertaining and informing you for a very long time to come.  There is still so much for us to explore together.

“THE BRIDGE” Has Arrived…

“THE BRIDGE” is finally here! My debut horror/paranormal mystery/sci-fi novel is available on Smashwords starting TODAY! The e-book formats are Nook, Apple, Sony. Kindle and traditional Trade Paperback will be available shortly. In the meantime you can go to Smashwords via the link below to sample the book or purchase it:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/272613

Final Version of the cover.

My First Novel “THE BRIDGE” Is Coming To Smashwords This Friday…

My debut novel “The Bridge” is a unique blend of horror/mystery/science fiction and it will be available on Smashwords, Kobo, Apple, Sony, Nook this Friday.

The novel will also be available in Kindle and Trade Paperback shortly.

Here’s a the book jacket blurb”

Alex Hill buried his psychic talents for eighteen years. But with the scream of tires and twisting metal all this changes.

When his girlfriend, Police Sergeant Veronica Ross, is nearly run down by two teens he becomes concerned. But upon learning that both the driver and passenger had been dead for almost twelve hours before the crash, he knows what he must do…

WELCOME TO BOOK ONE OF THE PARA-EARTH SERIES

Note: Books 2 and 3 are already under way.

New Scene from My Paranormal/Horror/Mystery novel “THE SHIP”

I know this is the first post I’ve done in two weeks, but things have been busy at college and at home.  I haven’t had as much time to write, but rest assured that progress on the novel has been taking place.  I’ve managed to bring “THE SHIP” up to 57,000 words in length so far.  I’m aiming for about 90,000.  So it’s more than halfway done.  I just have to try and get more writing done when I can.  However, college will be wrapping up in about another 5-6 weeks and projects are due, so we’ll see how much progress I actually get done.

In the meantime, here is another snippet from “THE SHIP” where Cassandra Elliott, heiress and psychic, demonstrates one of her more unusual talents “POST-COGNITION”.  Instead of seeing into the future, Cassandra will usually see things/events from the past either in dreams or visions.  Whenever this happens it means a piece of information or knowledge is being conveyed to her about something she has already or will soon encounter.  In this case, she has already met the threat while trying to learn how to surf.  While out on the water a frightened sea lion pup climbed aboard and tried to urge her to leave the area.  Unfortunately, the two of them get knocked off the board by an unseen force and she hears the pup scream in pain and perish.    At this point of the story, she still does not know what attacked or how dangerous the thing is.  But she’s about to gain a little more insight to the situation.  I hope you enjoy this scene…

            In the bedroom Cassandra seemed to be sleeping quite peacefully, however her dreams were anything but. 

            She found herself standing on a vessel from another time.  Tall masts and rigging swung loomed overhead.  The word ‘frigate’ came to mind.  Yes, that was what this ship was.  She’d seen drawings and images dozens of different types of early vessels in history books.  There was even a refurbished frigate on display at her family’s shipping facility back in England.  But unlike the pristine colors and highly polished brass fixtures, the ship she was on was not for tourists to admire.  This one was a working vessel and it was being buffeted around by a turbulent sea and intense winds.  The sound of a storm roared loudly in her ears.  All around her men scrambled fore and aft to keep the vessel under control.

            Water came pouring over the sides sweeping some men off their feet.  But quick reflexes and years of experience prevented them from being sent over the side and to their doom.  She marveled at the way they reacted and moved.  Even more importantly, their clothing caught her eye.  Every man was wearing the gear of a sailor from the late 1700’s.  And from the condition of the outfits this was no movie or film set.  Their wardrobe would not have been deemed colorful or sensational enough for something like that.  No, this was the real thing and somehow she was in the middle of it.

            Again the ship seemed to pitch to the side and then straightened up, but she wasn’t afraid.  There was no danger for her in this place.  She was merely a spectator to the events unfolding before her.  This was not the first time she’d had such dreams, they had been a part of her life for as long as she could remember.  On all those previous occasions she was there to learn or see something of importance.  And they were not always pleasant things. 

            During the 25 years since her birth she’d witnessed weddings, births, duels, deaths, and even the circumstances surrounding Jerome’s passing.  The story she had told Julie had been based on that vision as well as notes she’d found inside old journals and letters some weeks after the dream.

There was no doubt in her mind that this was another one of those vision/dreams into the past.  In all the previous ones Brandon, Roxanne or another deceased member of the family was at her side bearing witness to the events unfolding before her.  And this one was following that same pattern.

No one seemed to notice her or Brandon who was keeping one arm protectively around her shoulders.   It was reassuring to have him at her side.  She could barely remember a time when he wasn’t somewhere near.  There were times when she even had dreams of looking up and seeing the sides of a crib and mobile overhead.  And there he was smiling down at her with his wife or Jacob next to him.

A loud shout from a raised area drew her attention and she looked up.  There manning the great wheel was a towering figure.  The captain of the ship no doubt, he was tall and solid.  Not fat, just powerfully built.  A large beard and moustache combined with long wet hair to give him an almost bestial look.  From amidst the long dark tresses whipping across his face from the storm she saw a pair of bright blue eyes with an almost fanatical gleam in them.  All this, coupled with his great height and massive chest and shoulders made her think of a bear that had somehow taken on some aspects of human countenance.

Yet it was that powerful physique and determination that made him so effective at controlling the ship under these circumstances.  Another wave crashed over the railing and nearly took the man closest to him.  But with a speed that belied his size, the captain’s hand shot out and caught his crewman by the belt and saved him from being washed over the edge.  At the same time, the human mountain kept his other hand on the wheel and pressed his great chest against it to help keep it on course.

One of the other men shouted his name and she did a double-take.  Mordecai… Captain Jason Mordecai!  She couldn’t believe her eyes.  Oh there had been paintings done of the man, many of them by Brandon who later became his business partner.  But those had been all done under much calmer conditions such as in the man’s cabin or at home.  Getting to see the legend in action was practically a treat for her.  But she knew better.  This glimpse into the past was being shown to her for a reason.  But what was it?

A scream from up in the rigging caught her attention.  Looking up she saw another member of the crew, a young man barely out of his teens from the look of him.  A look of absolute terror was etched into his face making him look much older.  “CAPTAIN!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, desperately hoping to be heard over the storm.  “WE’VE BEEN SPOTTED!”

Mordecai didn’t look up.  His entire focus was on controlling his vessel, but something in the young man’s tone had registered in his mind.  “WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT BOY?  ARE THEY ENGLISH, FRENCH OR PIRATES?” his loud voice boomed back.

The reply was partly lost to her as thunder roared overhead and all she could catch was “IT’S…THE… SHIP…. THE DEATH…” the rest of his words became lost on a sudden blast of wind.  But his fellow crewmembers must’ve heard him because every man on deck stopped whatever they were doing and froze.  Several crossed themselves while others began to wail like frightened children.