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The Temporal AND A Temporal Trust is FREE today at Amazon

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Today only–you can get both books in the Temporal Series absolutely free.

The Temporal–Sam was ordinary. Then came the Echoes of Eternity, a mysterious Japanese woman, and the realization that he alone can stop a terrorist plot. Click to download.

A Temporal Trust–After stopping a terrorist plot to position a murderer as president, Sam Williams must come to grips with his newfound abilities. As one of the Temporal, his encounters with eternity give him both gifts and challenges to overcome. Click to download.

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New Cover for Temporal Book One by CJ Martin (and Book Two Update)

The image you see on the right of a Red Headed woman is now the cover of the forthcoming Book 2 (The List of the Temporal)–the only perk out of being unknown and unread is I can do things like this and no one will notice. 🙂

Here is the brand new cover for Book One of Suteko, the Japanese Temporal:

Book Two, The List of the Temporal, should be out later this month. I am in the final editing stage now.

Tanaka, Sons of Redemption is due out mid-December. My partner, Joe Lemont and I are also making great progress.

The Temporal “Sales Report” Now at #15 in Action & Adventure

I’m excited that The Temporal is still going strong. It is now #483 in the Free list (which again, is horrible compared to that one experience with Tanaka and the Yakuza’s Daughter which quickly zoomed under 100 in the entire Amazon store!) and #15 in Action & Adventure.

 

 

A few days ago, I took The Temporal off Smashwords (which was still pending review for the Premium distribution), and BN.com (which was not selling at all) to test KDP with it. KDP Select allows authors to make their books free for up to five days every three months. The only bad thing is for three months I have to agree to not sell the ebook anywhere else.

That’s fine. If I can get a few reviews on Amazon, it will be worth it. So far 468 people have downloaded it. That is over about 28 hours. Again, not nearly as impressive as when Tanaka went free–I counted two seconds, refreshed, and saw another “sale”!  While I’m not getting that kind of response, one good side effect is, I’ve sold four, I think, Tanaka and the Yakuza’s Daughters since yesterday. I think the freebie is leading people to checkout my other work. I just wish I had more “other work”!

I had planned to make it free for just one day (yesterday), but it seemed to be gaining momentum last night so I decided to use the second free day for today. And overnight, it went from #30ish to #15 in Action & Adventure.

If you haven’t “bought” the FREE Temporal yet, please grab it today while it is still free.

The Temporal was $2.99 on sale for .99 (plus borrow for free) at Amazon

I had listed The Temporal for $2.99, but Amazon just price matched it against Smashwords, I guess. Now it is .99.

Oops.

But I don’t mind. If it means more people reading and buying it, I’m happier–even with less money coming in.

I have five “likes” but so far, no reviews. As you know, reviews make or break an author’s effort. If you are interested in reading the novel for free in exchange for an honest review, please contact me.

Of course, I’d love to get five star reviews, but I’m not going to ask for it. If the work can’t stand on its on, I may be wasting my time and it would be better to know sooner than later.

I’m feverishly working on Book two. I have about 17k words written, and today, I spent a few hours working on the cover for it. I’m hoping to be done with the first draft by the end of June. July and August will be spent in editing. I’ll post the cover as soon as I am done with it.

Hopefully by the time the second book is ready, I’ll get my first The Temporal review!

Hint! Hint!

The Temporal Book Trailer Video–What do you think?

Here is the exciting new book trailer for my new thriller: The Temporal (and at BN.com)

What do you think?

NEW Novel — The Temporal: a Supernatural Thriller by CJ Martin only .99 #kindle #nook

 

 I’m happy to announce my first full-length novel is out at for Kindle, Nook, and at Smashwords. The paperback should be released next week… 

Would you like to read this for FREE in exchange for an honest review? If so, please email me (see contact me page).

If you like thrillers with a slightly weird twist, this book is for you. It has some weirdness (hence the “supernatural” part) but I think it could also work as a straight thriller. Book two (The List of the Temporal, coming late summer) will be more of a “super hero” action thriller, however.

I would rate it as PG-13. Coarse language is at a bare minimum, and the violence isn’t described in detail, but there is some violence. The prologue below will give you a taste of what I mean.

About the book:

“Concise, action-packed chapters that really keep the pace moving. … CJ Martin will thrill you while making a surreal world seem so plausible.”

ETERNITY: Existence outside time

The Temporal, a supernatural thriller by CJ Martin

After his wife leaves him for a former friend, Sam Williams moves to Japan to start his life over.

But a quiet life for Sam was not to be.

A devastating earthquake in central Japan sends eternity crashing into time, enabling Sam to hear echoes of the past and even the future. Through the echoes, Sam and a mysterious Japanese woman learn of a terrorist plot that could plunge the world into turmoil and position a murderer as the leader of the free world.

They alone have the knowledge and ability to stop the plot.

But even with eternity on their side, can they stop it in time?


This novel has 62,000 words, 48 chapters (plus prologue and epilogue), and is about 250 printed pages.

And here is the Prologue in its entirety:

Prologue

Four Months Ago…

With his right hand, Fakhr al Din reached for a large chunk of white cheese. He had lost his little finger, but was blessed by Allah to still have retained the full function of the other three and his thumb. The explosion had been greater than anticipated. In the end, however, the mission was successful. He allowed his hand to momentarily hover over the cheese, giving him a chance to admire its marred form—his small sacrifice for the cause.

The lighting in the room was dim and set primarily above the food on the table. His periphery was completely in shadow, but that shadow was not void of eyes watching and fingers gripping weapons. There were two guards ready to give their lives to protect the great imam of the Bushehr Province in Southern Iran.

He took a generous bite into the cheese while enjoying the heavy aroma of garlic in the air. The garlic paired surprisingly well with the hint of fragrant mint and thyme flowing from a gift basket in front of him. He had received many such gifts since an anonymous spokesman from his Warriors of the Sword had, through Al Jazeera, publicly taken credit for the latest bombing in Sderot, Israel. Of course, on CNN International and in English, Fakhr al Din himself had categorically denied any involvement in the “atrocious and unfortunate event.”

Even with the local popular support and the current pleasant refreshments, the imam hated to be kept waiting. Hamim, his head of security, was due for a report on local threats and was twenty minutes late.

Last week at Hamim’s request, the imam had ordered the killing of an innocent boy to remind the locals of the holy mission with which they were all entrusted: to protect Fakhr al Din. The boy’s parents had been quite cooperative. It was amusing to him how quickly planted evidence persuaded the father to disown his son, the infidel. As the child was dragged away to sentencing, his father led the frenzied chants of condemnation. The whole matter, of course, had not been the imam’s personal desire. But he had to periodically remind the neighborhood of their sacred duties.

Where is Hamim?

The Americans had taken an increased interest in him. He, however, felt sure his current safe house was secure. Two dozen loyal guards were on the grounds. The latest surveillance equipment continuously monitored every inch of the compound. A tunnel that exited into the kitchen of a nearby house was an escape route of last resort. In addition to all this, he had a more traditional security system stationed at the three entrances and trained to discover explosives, his Belgian Malinois dogs. These precautions would afford him the precious minutes needed to facilitate an escape if necessary.

Fakhr al Din grabbed his pita filled with lamb shawarma, but before he could bite, the door flung open.

“Hamim, where have you been?”

But it wasn’t Hamim.

Two strange men—Westerners wearing sunglasses and dark suits—stood in the doorway. He could see another shadowy figure in the distance beyond the men. A woman?

“Guards!”

Two of the imam’s men, unseen and hidden by the shadows, stepped into the light. Brandishing their AK-47s, they let off a few rounds before they were silenced no more than two seconds later.

Fakhr al Din was left with his mouth open and without comprehension of what just happened. He had heard the rat-tat-tat of the weapons to his left and right, but what he saw straight in front of him defied understanding. Instead of blood and flesh ripped by bullets, he saw, for the briefest of moments, the two dark men’s hands go from their sides to a level equal with the incoming bullets. The motion—if it could be called motion—was quicker than his brain could process. It was as if their arms were in one position and then in the next moment, up to meet the bullets.

He heard the sounds of a dozen rounds ripping into and ricocheting off of the walls, furniture, and glassware around the room—but not into flesh.

In the next instant, the cleric, still looking forward, saw only the figure that had been behind the two men. The two black suited men had vanished, leaving what he could now confirm to be a woman. Her fiery-red hair was free and not held back by the traditional hijab head-covering. She was beautiful and terrifying.

Where are my men?

He turned left and then right to see his men held by the throat and off the ground, struggling to breathe.

Fakhr al Din looked at the table. His SIG P226 was next to the cheese. With the quickest of motions, he jerked his hand out, slapping it on the hard wooden surface where the gun had been a second ago. The woman had closed the two dozen feet within that timeframe and now held his weapon; its muzzle was directed at him.

He heard the sound of bodies pounding into the floor and turned to his left and then right. His guards were on the ground.  Their throats were still tightly held by the intruders who were now down on one knee and had their heads turned toward the center of the room. Although the dark sunglasses hid their eyes, they both were clearly looking to the woman, waiting for her command.

“What—what do you want?”

“A chat. A private chat,” she said with a smile, causing the Iranian man to shudder. “Tell your men not to disturb us.”

The imam was at a loss. He felt her cold fingers gently lift his chin. Her motion first closed his opened mouth and then raised his entire head to meet her eyes. With the other hand, she held up his gun. Depressing the magazine release, she let the clip fall with a clunk onto the table.

“Tell them to go.”

Before he realized it, she had the gun lifted directly above her head. A single shot expended the remaining round, ejecting the spent casing and filling the small room with an explosive sound. It somehow seemed louder to the imam than had the bursts of the AKs. Bits of clay and plaster rained on Fakhr al Din, covering the table and cheese.

“Tell them to go—now.” The woman, having moved to his side away from the debris, startled him. Her voice was soft, silky even. If it weren’t for those eyes that seemed to drill violently and deeply into his soul, she might appear peaceful and sublime, like an angel.

“D—don’t disturb us,” the imam said to the men, keeping his attention fixed on the woman’s face. As terrible as they were, he feared to wander too far from those dark, piercing eyes. “Tell the others to not disturb us!” Dirt and plaster dropped from his beard as he shouted the order.

She nodded. Her two men immediately released their prisoners and returned to a standing position. In an instant, the two dark suited men were standing with their hands cupped in front like pall-bearers awaiting their duty. The guards on the floor rolled away from their captors, coughing.

“Go!” the woman shouted with a force beyond what seemed humanly possible.

The two men jumped to their feet and made for the door.

“Now,” she said as she walked casually to close the door, “I have a job for you. A job that I’m sure you will find to be mutually beneficial.”

 

The Present Day…

Donata desu ka?—Who are you?”

Her hand darted up, grabbing air as if she could touch the visage of the man standing in front of her in her dream.

She only required five or ten minutes of sleep daily and yet this dream had continued for over half an hour. She had already kicked off the top futon and her head was far from the pillow. Sweat dripped from her brow.

“Do you not see me?”

She always remembered her dreams which seemed to begin immediately with her loss of consciousness and end when her body’s need for sleep was sated.

Particularly vivid were the dreams with him in it. His name was a mystery to her, but his face—she could recall it with exquisite detail and on command.

Her eyes fluttered, then opened with the full realization that she was not awake. Her mind projected the dream world onto the wooden ceiling above.

“Who are you?” she repeated.

The man stood two dozen feet or more away and was enveloped by an obscuring cloud—a first for a dream with him in it. Even still, her keen vision discerned a panic within his eyes.

How different this dream was. The man had always brought peace to her heart—not conflict and now… this horror. In previous dreams, the man recognized her. But now, she was invisible to him.

The man began to run. He was running from something and in her direction, but his position remained unchanged as if on a treadmill. He craned his neck over his shoulder in search of someone—his pursuer.

She sharpened her vision and dared to peer beyond the man to see the nightmare from which he was escaping. A moment later, he vanished. She realized she had moved ahead of his position and was seeing what he saw. She faced his nightmare directly.

As the scene gradually came into focus, she saw a street. It was in slow motion, but people were fleeing from some terror. She squinted her dream eyes hard until she saw what they saw. A fireball.

Then it all disappeared. There was nothing but white.

“Sam,” chanted some disembodied voices from the whiteness. It was a calm, sweet sound but with a multitude of voices singing in unison like a well-trained choir. It was as pleasant as the gentle whoosh of the ocean at eventide.

She answered, anticipating the voice. “Samuel Williams, the one at the hospital.”

She understood the meaning and allowed it all to slip away.

Two New Reviews for “Two Tocks Before Midnight”

Yesterday, I received an email from Adrian Magson–the British spy/thriller writer. Last month, I had asked if he wouldn’t mind reading Two Tocks Before Midnight and then promptly forgot about it. His email yesterday pointed me to his review on Amazon.com. Whohoo!

First, I have to say that I am deeply honored that Mr. Magson would read my stuff and thrilled that he would take the time to review it. I highly recommend his two Harry Tate thrillers Red Station (see my review here) and Tracers (my review forthcoming).

4.0 out of 5 stars Intriguing, February 20, 2012
This review is from: Two Tocks before Midnight (Kindle Edition)

I found this a pleasant change to read, harking back in style and language to the writing of Poe and others, but with a slight modern twist. Good story and atmospheric portrayal of characters and setting.

Needless to say, I was feeling pretty good about that.

THEN, this morning, I had another surprise. Yet another review!

5.0 out of 5 stars Tick Tock Totally Worth Reading!, February 20, 2012
By
Lyne Frost (Vancouver, Washington) – See all my reviews
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This review is from: Two Tocks before Midnight (Kindle Edition)

I was enthralled with the story Sherlock Holmes-esk, the story is unique and fun to read. A short story that isn’t bogged down with unnecessary verbage or so thin that a reader is left wondering what is going on. The writting brings me back to nostalgic readings of classic literature.

Lyne, I do not know you, but THANK YOU!

If anyone would like to read Two Tocks Before Midnight (about 10,000 words–a long short story or short novella) for free (whether or not you write a review), please contact me via this website.

Thank you,

CJ

Something about Free Ebooks… and a Tanaka Cover

As I mentioned in the previous post, Tanaka and the Yakuza’s Daughter was free for about two weeks. During that time, a little over 4,000 copies were downloaded. I was thrilled.  Then, the downloads slowed to a trickle so I decided to make it a .99 ebook again. (If you would like a free copy, just ask. I won’t bite, but I’d love to hear your thoughts on it.) Once the novel comes out, the plan is to make it free again whether through KDP Select or through Smashwords again.

But the week or two it was free has really helped sales.  Instead of 1-2 sales a month (ouch), I’m getting 1-3 sales a day.  I’m anxious to see what we can do when the novel comes out.

Speaking of which, here is the tentative cover and title:

Any thoughts or comments would be most appreciated.

CJ

Tanaka Soon to be Released

The first Tanaka short story will soon be published on the Kindle and Nook.  Here is the cover:

I’m not a graphic designer, but I’m pleased with how it turned out.  This short story (a little over 6,000 words) will be the prologue for a planned novel fleshing out the Tanaka background more.

The Goal of this Blog

Well, here I go.

I have had a reoccurring dream (meaning, I start, then stop, then start…) of writing a novel.  I do enjoy writing–I won’t say I love it–but the reason for my stunted writing career is, quite simply, money.  I love my family too much to spend hundreds of hours on a writing project that never gets published.  In the past “never gets published” meant to never get paid. I figured my chances of being published was one in a million at best.

But now things are different.

For years, the internet and blogging systems like WordPress have given individuals a voice and a platform for that voice to reach thousands, if not millions.  But only very recently has this same opportunity presented itself for for-profit authors.  Amazon’s Kindle is doing what the blog did but, and this is the kicker, authors actually get paid by their readers.

No longer is an author at the mercy of some New York publisher.  No longer does an author have to wait months or even years for her book to come out.  Everyman can upload his Great American Novel on his own terms.  Obviously, this means more crap and a crap load of crap (I promise I won’t use that word again–it has been cleared out of my system!).  But people are smarter than politicians and self-appointed philosopher kings give them credit for.  People gravitate toward quality whether it be a blog or a $2.99 Amazon ebook.  Self-interested people make informed and deliberate choices that inevitably means better books will rise in sales rank, have better ratings, and will gain better than average visibility.

Back to my introduction…  I read Joe Konrath’s inspirational blog about how he has made an impressive living for himself mostly from self-publishing.  If you haven’t read any of his stuff, forget this blog and spend an afternoon over there while downing a full pot of coffee.

Mr. Konrath has been very open about his earnings, successes, and failures.  This has inspired me to do the same with this blog.  I am about to release my first short story (which may turn out to be the beginning of a series of short stories or the beginning of the end of a writing career) and I will post the good with the bad at least until my attention turns elsewhere (what a way to leave an out, CJ.).

I actually have a few non-fiction ebooks selling both at Amazon and BN.com right now; so I’m not going into this totally blind.  I’m not making much with those (about $200-300 a month) but for the purpose of this blog, I’m pretending like they don’t exist.  This blog will record the successes and failures of what’s new to me, fiction.

I have no illusions of making $50,000 a month like Mr. Konrath, but I do believe–if the readers like what I have to offer–I can create a decent passive income.  My first goal will be $500 USD a month.  Considering I’m starting with only one short story done (almost), I realize this will take some time (a year?) if I’m diligent.  But that is one of the purposes of this blog.  In addition to recording sales and feedback data for others to be inspired or laugh at, I also want it to be my daily New Year’s resolution reminder.  This blog will hold me accountable to my goals and promises I make to myself.

So, with that, I begin this blog full of hope, but as Benjamin Franklin once wisely said, “He that lives upon hope dies farting” (Yes, he actually wrote that: Almanack, 1736) I’ll take that advice and start writing. Now.