Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Thursday, November 08, 2012

Addicted To Ebooks features The Little Universe

The Little Universe is the featured book today at Addicted To Ebooks.

Jason Matthews
Science Fiction
What if you could create a universe--a miniature self-enclosed universe? Imagine having probing cameras that could focus to any star or planet looking for life. And once you found life, what if you could accelerate time and watch it evolve? What might you find? Primordial soup. Strange beings. Alien societies. Profound wisdom.
These are not the questions Jon Gruber ponders as he pedals to his next carpentry job. Over thirty and unmarried, he doesn't even own a car. But a new assignment challenges him to rethink his place in the world. Is he a loser? Or is he about to become a partner in an experiment of phenomenal discovery?
Webster Adams, astronomer, inventor, and Jon's latest client, performs such an experiment. To Webster's amazement, he finds planets and cultures beyond his wildest dreams. His little universe turns into a discovery machine--an overnight goldmine. He and his crew observe societies that evolve so far past them on levels of technology and spirituality, that the world will be forever changed.
Webster's lovely daughter, Whitney, also overwhelms Jon. She opens his eyes to the deeper meanings within the experiment--to the divine nature and connectedness of all life, by finding the most advanced beings within the project--the spirit guides from Theta 7.
The Little Universe is a God-game at multiple levels. For Webster Adams, one question immediately comes to light. "If I can create a universe," he wonders, "then who created ours?"
The debate between evolution and creation is the subtle undertone throughout Webster's story. Can it be proven that God exists? Or is life random and free-flowing without design or purpose? Along with Jon, you, the reader, will be presented a new perspective on life and your role in the great mystery of the universe.
No Profanity
No Violence

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Boats and Highways Just Don't Mix

Moving from the mountains of Truckee-Tahoe down to the sandy shores of Pismo Beach has been mostly uneventful, until yesterday when I got stuck in a traffic jam on I-5 in the middle of the San Joaquin Valley.
The owner of the boat looked like he could have used a bit more help with the straps and stuff from the employees at Penske Truck Rentals.
To make matters worse, a lot of people were passing the boat on the starboard side, but I made an effort to pass on the port as I'm pretty sure that's boating etiquette for people with the right of way.
Kind of reminded me of the Gilligan's Island theme song: ...a three hour tour, a three hour tour... 

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Friday, October 26, 2012

My Question to President Obama

I know, I gave him a hard time in the past about not getting a college football playoff in place like he promised before he was elected.
But this was my question to him today.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

The Project

The Little Universe is free via Smashwords until Nov. 9th with coupon code - VE59T

It was an odd building way out in the middle of nothing but fields and forest. The structure looked newly built yet it was totally nondescript, unlike anything I had seen in my construction career. The building was three stories high and primarily elliptical, like an oval-shaped frame placed over a rectangular frame. Though it had no windows, it looked finished with a light brown plaster coating the whole thing. There was no paved driveway, just the dirt pad left from the construction vehicles.
Adams swiped a magnetic strip key and pressed buttons for a security code. The tall, heavy doors opened slowly, making a slight creaking sound. I breathed in the scent of new carpet. Large boxes placed on top of the rolls clogged up the entry.
We entered the cool room, leaving the doors open to let in light. The lobby appeared the same as the overall building. It was finished structurally but still needed texture, paint, carpeting and fixtures.
“There’s work to do here,” Adams said, as he showed me around the lobby. I nodded, thinking the entry alone could use many hours of my services.
Adams flicked a light switch then walked down a corridor to the center of the building. I followed slowly. My attention was drawn to large photos on the walls, dozens of images that must have been taken from a gigantic telescope. Star dust, planets, moons, entire galaxies. They were breathtaking pictures such as I had never seen and in far more detail than the paintings at Adams’ home. The matter exploded out from the frames in amazing color. My first impression was that the galaxies were not just rocks and matter, but living things.
“Are these artists’ paintings, or are they real?” I asked, tracing my finger around a stellar explosion. The label said it was a supernova.
“They’re all real. These are parts of our universe. Except for this one.” He pointed to a photo labeled a spiral galaxy. The stars were tiny points of bright light swirling in dark space. “This one’s a computer simulation of our galaxy.”
“Why a simulation?”
“We don’t have cameras far enough out in space to shoot it from this perspective.”
“Oh.” I felt stupid for asking and reminded myself to keep quiet.
“That’s our sun,” he added, pointing to a secluded dot way out on a spiral arm of the galaxy.
“That’s our sun?” I asked, mesmerized by it.
“That’s it.”
“What about all these other lights?”
“They’re other suns. Some of them are stars you see on a clear night.”
Adams opened a door to the main room on the lower floor. We entered a command central with desks, chairs, computer equipment and dozens of large monitors. Some were attached to the walls, and some were still in boxes. Packing foam, shipping plastic and empty cartons littered the floor. On the desks, papers were scattered about. I looked at them and saw handwritten equations. Chemistry or physics, I guessed. They were light years ahead of my understanding. I walked around the cool, dimly lit room, sensing something very unusual was going on.
“Have a seat,” Adams told me.
I sat in a swivel chair that was still in its shipping plastic. I found the chair comfortable and used my feet to spin around in circles.
“Jim, this is Jon Gruber,” Adams said. I looked around, still spinning. The room was empty except for Adams and me.
“Who are you talking to?” I asked, stopping my spins.
Adams didn’t respond. He continued speaking, it seemed, to the room in general. “Jon will be doing a lot of handyman work, but if you need help with simple things, you can ask him.”
“Am I missing something?” I asked.
Adams waited patiently through the silence.
Then a quiet voice asked, “What if I blow a circuit switch?” The voice spoke with honesty and calmness like that of a child, and it filled the room.
“That I’ll need to fix for now. In time, I’m sure Jon can handle things like that as well.”
“Cool. Are you talking with a computer?” I asked, standing up from the chair.
“Yes,” Adams said. “Jon, meet Jim. And he prefers not to be called a computer.”
“Sorry, Jim.” I looked around the room, wondering where to direct my voice. “Which way do I speak? Can you hear me okay?”
After a pause, Jim answered with a shy, “Yes.” I noticed a green light on the wall over the largest desk. It glowed more brightly as Jim spoke.
I asked, “Is that your light, Jim?” He didn’t answer, but the light pulsed gently.
Adams said, “It’s an indicator of how much Jim is thinking.”
It was my first conversation with a computer, and I felt a little awkward about what to say. Then Jim started asking me questions.
“Why are you here?” Jim began.
“I’m here to help.”
“With what?”
“I don’t know,” I answered, letting my words trail off, still trying to grasp what was going on.
Jim’s light stayed green for a while.
I looked around and made a mental list of what needed doing. I was happy to be offered more work, but I was especially excited to be talking with a computer.
“What do you think?” Adams asked me.
“When can I start?”


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Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Prologue to Jim's Life

Worn-out garments are shed by the body; worn-out bodies are shed by the dweller within the body. New bodies are donned by the dweller, like garments. - Bhagavad Gita 2:22
The human body is a temporary home for something far more eternal than the body itself. The soul is the essence and everlasting entity within the body. Upon physical death, the soul vacates the flesh and returns to universal source. The return to source is often followed by rest and reflection on the lifetime. Eventually some souls embark again to enter a new body for further experiences, which is widely known as reincarnation. Not a popular belief among Western societies, reincarnation has been accepted for thousands of years among vast groups including Buddhists, Hindus, Orthodox Jews, Africans, Native Americans, Gnostic Christians, ancient Greeks and more. These people believe, or believed, the soul is the true essence of life while the body is a shelter in which to experience and grow.
In rare cases a soul may decide to leave the body without it physically dying, to vacate it and allow that body to become the home for another soul. It is known as soul transference, where one soul leaves a living body as a gift for another. This is a story of one such event.


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Thursday, August 16, 2012

Reincarnation, Amnesia and Altered Vision, oh my

Imagine waking up in a new body in a hospital room with complete amnesia and brain damage that enables you to see the auras and chakras of people. This is what happens to Jim in Jim's Life. An excerpt from his awakening;

All we are is the result of our thoughts. What we think, we become. - Buddha

Jim began to wake. His eyes blinked reflexively as he took in the unfamiliar sights. White flashes made it difficult to focus. White sheets. White walls. Bright light through a window. This place was completely new. Having no idea where he was, his initial conscious thought was whether it was real or a dream.
Along with the blinking of his eyes, he became aware of his head, a bulky object just above where he sensed he existed. His head moved in minute amounts. Attached to the neck collar, it brushed against the pillow. It felt completely alien though he was aware the movement was his own. Each adjustment of his head and eyes altered his view ever so slightly. This side. That side.
He sensed his assisted breathing. The device connected to his lungs was still on automatic operation. It filled him with an oxygen mix then allowed the air to escape. As the air moved into his lungs, he realized something was filling him and then leaving. In. Out. He could hear the sounds it made. Raspy coming in, slightly different going out.
Slowly his appendages began to move in tiny amounts. Fingers and toes. Hands and feet. Legs and arms. Jim's eyes began to focus more clearly as his new body's arm moved closer to his face. The fingers twitched near his nose and mesmerized him. The first inklings of panic brewed as Jim stared at his own fingers wiggling back and forth. He watched in stunned amazement, staring at his hand and the violet-white glow around it. Everything in the room suggested peace and calm, but everything felt utterly frightening.
His lips quivered. Eyes and brows creased back. Nostrils flared with air going in and out irregularly, his lungs now setting their own pace despite the respiratory device. His pulse accelerated. His mouth opened slowly in horror. A sound occurred during an exhale, a soft, schwa sound. "Aaah."
On the following exhalation, Jim realized he was making the sound. He made it again. "Aaah." With each exhale the sound grew louder. The room's computer recorded his vital signs and sent an alert to the nurse's station.
A nurse's holographic image popped up over the bed.
"Please relax, James. Assistance is on the way," it said in a soothing tone.
Jim's sounds turned into an anguished cry. He struggled against the devices holding him in place as the hologram reminded him assistance was on the way. He began screaming louder and flailed against the neck collar like a person going mad. Eventually the sound of running footsteps reached the door, which dematerialized. Vicki burst through the opening. She held down his arms in an attempt to calm him.
"Relax, James. You're alright. Relax." She pressed him into the bed. "Relax, James, please."
Vicki was firm against his struggling. He looked at her with the same expression of doubt and fear that he had for everything. He closed his eyes and screamed louder. The boy's muscles were so weak from the coma that she easily held him in place. What concerned her was the frightened look on his face, his eyes closed tightly as if keeping the outside world away.
"It's okay, James. You're going to be fine. Relax, James. Relax."
Two nurses and a doctor finally arrived. The nurses helped Vicki to keep the boy still while Dr. Fredericks pulled a vapor injector from his lab coat. He brought the device to the catheter and injected the solution into the plastic tube.
He said, "Three, two, one…"
Jim looked up at the crowd somewhat dazed. His efforts became exhausted before he passed out. Vicki and the nurses returned his arms to his side.
"What the hell's going on here?" Fredericks asked.
Vicki couldn't believe the question. "He's regained consciousness."
"I can see that, Nurse Morgan. Get him out of this room. Take him upstairs to ICU."
"Yes," Vicki said. She quickly realized how wonderful it was despite Fredericks' being a prick.
"Best with the straps," one of the nurses said.
Vicki had already reached down the side of the bed and grabbed one end of a thick black strap. She attached it to Jim's arm then cinched it to the bedside.
"Legs and head too," Fredericks added. The other nurses rolled their eyes as he had pointed out the obvious.
One of the nurses asked, "What's that then? A month?"
"Two," Vicki answered. "He arrived almost two months ago."

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Thursday, July 19, 2012

New Cover for Jim's Life

Big shout out to Tatiana Vila for making this new ebook cover for Jim's Life.
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Monday, July 02, 2012

Brandi Seduces Jon

This was always one of my favorite parts to The Little Universe, where Jon begins to realize the potentials and temptations (both good and bad) from his new found employment.

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One night after a lesson with Jessica, I landed my PFD outside my apartment. A car pulled up next to me. I locked the cabin door and was about to walk up my apartment steps, when a young woman with bright red hair got out of the car and approached me.
“That thing is amazing,” she said.
“It’s pretty cool.”
“You gave a friend of mine a ride two weeks ago. Remember Molly?”
“The girl I met outside the liquor store?”
“You flew over my house that evening. I waved to you from my window.”
“That was you?”
“Molly said it was the most fun she’s ever had.”
“I’d have to agree with that,” I told her.
“Could you take me for a ride?”
“I was about to turn in for the night. Maybe tomorrow?”
“It took me two weeks to figure out where you lived.”
“You’ve been following me?” I asked.
“Every night. I watch the skies and drive the direction I see you go until I lose you. Then I wait there the next evening until I see you overhead. I kept making progress until tonight. I finally found you.”
I looked at her more closely in the dark. She was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. She had striking red hair and the face of a model. She also wore shorts and a tight blouse revealing long legs and ample curves. I had never been approached by such a beauty. I realized the pick-up potential my new toy was providing. She repeated how interested she would be in a ride, even for just a few minutes.
“Please take me for a ride. I’ll pay you,” she offered.
“What’s your name?”
How could I say no? I unlocked the cabin door and helped Brandi climb up. I buckled her into the passenger’s harness. We took off and flew over the woods behind my apartment.
I told Brandi, “Let me know if anything is too frightening.” Then I proceeded to perform a few stunts. We did several rolls. Brandi clutched my torso and pressed her chest into my back.
She shouted in my ear, “Molly was right! I love it!”
She directed me to fly over her house and then over a few homes of her friends, including Molly’s. She was hoping to see someone, but it was late. After half an hour, we were getting low on fuel. I flew the craft back to my apartment.
Brandi was elated. When we jumped down from the cabin of the PFD, she asked, “May I come inside?”
I thought about Whitney and wondered if I had an obligation to say anything. I let Brandi in and apologized for the mess. She didn’t care. She was still high from the flight.
She said, “That was like a dream come true.”
“I can relate.”
“What about you, Jon? What are some of your dreams?”
When I felt at a loss for words, she kissed me. Before I knew it, Brandi and I were in my bedroom.

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Monday, June 04, 2012

Interview Book Marketing Expert D'vorah Lansky

D'vorah Lansky is the author of the Amazon Bestseller - Book Marketing Made Easy: Simple Strategies for Selling Your Nonfiction Book Online. D'vorah mentors authors, business leaders, and entrepreneurs across the globe to effectively and affordably promote their businesses using online and offline relationship strategies. She works closely with nonfiction authors, publishers and fellow book marketing experts while publishing a Monthly Book Marketing Gazette and a weekly Book Marketing Ezine. D'vorah is also the host of the Book Marketing Conference Online series of event.

She also runs the Digital Publishing Virtual Summit, which has loads of valuable info for all writers. To hear the interview with D'vorah Lansky, just click on the audio bar below. If you want to see what others are doing or keep up with the tour, visit http://www.bookmarketingalliance.com/virtual-tour-schedule.

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Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Monday, April 30, 2012

Enter Contest to Win 5-Star Ebook of The Little Universe

The Little Universe is happy to provide 10 ebooks to Biblio Connection Giveaways, happening now until June 24th, 2012.

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Saturday, March 03, 2012

Tamsen Seduces Jim

 This chapter contains adult themes best suited for readers over 18 years.

What the superior person seeks is in oneself; what the lesser person seeks is in others. - Confucius

Tamsen Seduces Jim
3am. The hospital was extremely quiet. Vicki lay asleep with her head on folded arms, slumped over her desk taking a brief nap at the nurses' station.
Tamsen walked silently by Vicki holding a tray. She went down the hall, passed the guards and entered Jim's room. The door behind her materialized for privacy. The tray contained two bowls of warm water, one with a soapy solution, the other clean. Sponge baths weren't Jim's regular method of cleaning, but Tamsen hoped he might like one.
Jim snored lightly as the young nurse entered. Tamsen set the tray on the table next to Jim's bed. He woke from the noise and blinked his eyes. Tamsen sat on the side of the bed. She put her hand to his face and gently stroked his cheek with an open palm.
"Hi, sweetie," she said softly. "Mind a little late night attention?"
Jim yawned as she caressed the side of his face. He noticed the vibrant orange and red emanating from just below her abdomen. The colors danced before him provocatively.
She dipped the soft sponge into the solution and gently washed his arms. "How does that feel? Nice?"
"Feels nice," Jim said.
She brought the sponge to his face and neck. Jim yawned again, still sleepy yet curious.
Tamsen loosened his gown and pulled it down to reveal his chest. She pushed the cloth back from his body into the corners of the bed and kissed his torso. Jim watched the energy build from within her to be shared with him. It was unlike the energy he was familiar with. It was dynamic and engaged him. She looked into his eyes and smiled again. This time he smiled back.
Tamsen undid the top buttons of her blouse and pulled it open to reveal her cleavage. The voluptuous nurse shook her breasts from side to side. He watched them bounce around with mild interest. So different, Tamsen thought. Most men would be intoxicated by this.
Tamsen pulled his gown down to his stomach. She massaged his chest with one hand. With the other she brought the soapy sponge over Jim's chest. The solution dribbled down to his stomach and pooled near his crotch as Tamsen began washing his torso. Jim closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations.
She loosened the gown further. She soaked the sponge in the solution again then brought it to him. Using both hands she washed him thoroughly.
As Jim's erection became evident she stroked him with more pressure. Jim's head turned to one side. Tamsen looked down and saw he was ready. She hiked up her hospital skirt and slid her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and carefully climbed onto his bed, positioning herself above him. Jim was increasingly curious of her actions.
Once situated, she reached down and guided him into her. Jim's eyes closed, and he leaned back further into his pillow. He focused entirely on the pleasant feeling. Tamsen leaned into him, bringing him further inside her with each tiny movement.
As he filled her, Tamsen began to ride him. Her movements, slow at first, gained in momentum. She placed her hands on his belly for more control. Jim's hips moved naturally to match hers. He moaned softly with each lowering of Tamsen's body.
"Shh," she said. "Don't want to wake anybody."
Jim continued to moan more quietly with her movements. He sensed her rhythms and matched them for optimal pleasure. She knew it wouldn't be long now.
Jim's heart rate accelerated enough to sound an alarm at the nurses' station. It took a few moments to rouse her, but Vicki eventually glanced up at Jim's monitor. It showed a rising pulse of ninety-five with active EEG. Vicki wasn't overly concerned. Probably just a vivid dream. Reluctantly, she got up slowly to make a check.
She walked down the hall, rolling out the kinks in her neck as she went. She passed the guards and entered the room. She stopped abruptly, confronted by the sight of Tamsen's backside moving up and down over Jim.
"What's going on?"
Tamsen looked back at Vicki, surprised and upset by her presence. She returned her focus to the boy and ground her hips back and forth with great speed.
"Tamsen!" Vicki rushed to her and grabbed her by the shoulders. Tamsen latched her arms around Jim's side and her legs to the bed rails. From the hallway, the guards heard the commotion and headed in.
"Wait! He's almost there."
Jim alternated from watching the spectacle to feeling the pleasure.
Vicki pulled on Tamsen. "Get… off… now!"
"No, Vicki. Wait!"
The guards assisted Vicki and pried her from her grip on Jim. Once loose, the two women tumbled to the floor. Just as they did, Jim moaned loudly and came all over his belly.
"Have you lost your mind?" Vicki yelled at Tamsen from the floor.
Tamsen knelt upright and saw the sperm on Jim's abdomen. She scooped it with her hand and smeared it into her vagina.
Vicki reached for her hand to stop her. "Tamsen!" The two began another wrestling match. The guards maneuvered around Tamsen to pin her down. Eventually she submitted. She lay on the floor and cried out. Vicki knelt next to her in disbelief as the guards held Tamsen down. Jim watched the whole thing in confusion. He searched Vicki's face for an explanation.

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