Showing posts with label Beasts of Burdin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beasts of Burdin. Show all posts

Thursday, November 13, 2014

If you wrote a letter to your MC, what would you say? #Giveaway

I'm a day late getting to this...major apologies to Mr. Nader!!

Better late than never, says I. 

What is it? Burdin of Choice, the 2nd installment in the Beasts of Burdin series. I asked Mr. Nader for a personal letter to his MC, Ty Burdin. hehehehe

ENJOY!!!!

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He-hey Ty, my man, how’s life? Everything is pretty good with me, just chilling out with the family and scratching away at these novels, but enough about me, I’m writing this letter because I want to talk to you, Ty. You’re a good dude, I know you are. Yeah, I’ve seen your BS tough guy act, but I know you’ve got a gooey core at the middle. It’s just buried under layers of cigarette smoke, scotch, and snark.

I’m writing this letter to give you a little advice. I know I’m not some hard ass demon hunter working my way through past tragedies; my life isn’t some episode of Grimm or Supernatural. I don’t know what it’s like to have killed or gotten people killed. I’m also not drinking myself into an early grave, well, not too early of a grave anyway. So, if you’ll stop with the babble and rhetoric I’d like to tell you something.

You need to calm down. Seriously, man. Take it freaking easy. I know you’ve got a lot on your plate and the Agency gave you the raw end of the deal a while back—I was there, I remember. You’ve put the world on your shoulders and you don’t have to. Take a day off. Take a week off. Kick your shoes under the desk, lay back, and watch some Netflix or something.

You need to get your rest. It’s good for your health and on top of that, I’ve gotten a glimpse into your future. That saying, it’s always darkest just before the dawn? Well, hunker down because it’s barely even midnight and you’re going to have to keep the wolves at bay a bit longer.

That’s all I’ve got for you. I decided to write it out and send it to you. What says care more than a hand-written letter coming from the mailbox? Besides, this way you’re too far away to kick my ass when you don’t like what you read in here.

Have a good day, Ty. Take care of you and your family. This goes without saying, but I imagine they’re all in danger.

Sincerely,

Alexander Nader




Burdin of Choice (Beasts of Burdin #2)
Author:  Alexander Nader
Publisher:  J. Taylor Publishing
Release Date:  November 10, 2014
Keywords:  Urban Fantasy

Ty Burdin is back. Back to drinking and back to avoiding demons. He is, of course, the leading expert in his field. In both subjects. 

That’s probably why, when a customer offers him way too much money just to locate a missing car and some mysterious cargo, he readily agrees. The dude is human after all—Ty’s prime target client base. 

Along with the money comes a slew of disappearances which Ty tries to ignore while tracking down that car, because, of course, those missing people might be demon related, and as he’s said before, that’s agency business. Not his. Period. 

Until today. 

Ty Burdin is to back drinking as well as everything he vowed never to get involved with again. 

Question is, which one will kill him first? The booze, the demons, or the Agency?



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Alex lives in the tourist infested hills of east Tennessee with his amazing wife/muse and three superb children. He would tell you more about how awesome they are, but you probably wouldn’t believe him. When he’s not hanging out with them he’s making pizzas and occasionally he jots a few words down. He’s a big fan of good music, good storytelling, and fun, lots of fun. 

He once wrote a short story about pirates to his wife via text message that blossomed into a full length novel and never stopped after that.




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Monday, February 24, 2014

Ty Burdin tears off demon heads. No lie. #UF #Giveaway


I am thrilled to have Alex Nader, wordsmith extraordinaire , and his muse stop by today for the Beasts of Burdin blog tour!

I had a few questions for Mr. Ty Burdin himself, and Alex's muse was kind enough to indulge my curiosity.

Welcome Alex, his muse, & Ty!!

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So, Ty—is that short for something?—how in God’s name did you become a demon hunter?

Yeah, Ty is short for Tyler Burdin, but I’m not much on formal names, so Ty’ll do. Demon hunting’s a family business. You could say I was born in to it.

Why a fedora?

Why is the sky blue? Hell, if I know, it just happened that way.

Tell us about your first kill.

That was so many years ago, it’s all a blur now. There was a demon, I imagine I shot it a couple times, and then I took its head off. It’s pretty much been rinse, wash, repeat since then.

Nora. She is faithful enough to move half-way across the country with you. Is there something you’re not telling us?

Well, if I told you, that would successfully undo my not telling you, wouldn’t it?

Seriously, how did you know it was the dog? Do you secretly hear animals’ thoughts?

I have a knack for making guesses at historically opportune times. Sometimes it works in my favor and sometimes I just end up with a new scar to brag about.

And finally, Jack or Johnnie?

As a true fan of scotch, Johnnie would be first choice, but as long as there’s a proof on the label, I’ll take a double.


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Beasts of Burdin
Urban Fantasy
Release Date: February 10, 2014



Demon hunter Ty Burdin hung up his guns, knife, trench coat and fedora a year ago. Bags packed, hands washed of all demon politics, he’s done. Forever.

In fact, to get far far away, he dragged Nora, his rockabilly secretary, from Miami to the Tennessee mountains where he’s lived a life of peace—if peace can be defined as drowning in scotch and taking private eye jobs to keep the lights on. Jobs for real people. Not demons.

No demons.

He’s retired from that. Remember?

Demon hunters aren’t a dime a dozen, though, and when Ty’s brother asks him for a favor—just one—what’s a brother to do? Agreeing to take down one hillbilly demon shouldn’t take that long. In. Decapitate. Out. Favor complete. Back to the office where Nora and his bottle of whiskey are waiting.

Unfortunately for Ty, staying retired doesn’t seem to be in the cards, and an avalanche of bad luck draws him right back to an agency he despises and the career that nearly cost him his sanity.

This time, Ty has no way out and will have to face his own demons just to survive.

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Excerpt:

“Ty Burdin! Answer the phone already. It’s your brother.” The voice comes from the next room in a tone usually used by stress-fried mothers, not twenty-something-year-old receptionists. The harsh words crack through my whiskey-soaked brain like someone snapped a bullwhip in my ear. I pick my head up off the desk and wipe the drool from my mouth, as she bursts in the door.

“He’s adopted, and good morning,” I say, opening the drawer to my desk and digging through it.

“It’s not morning. It’s past noon, you lazy drunk.” Her tone is accusing, but there’s a slight smile to her ruby red lips. I really do think Nora gets enjoyment from trying to keep me in line. Her rockabilly style, all tattoos and polkadots, might scare some people off, but honestly, I think it’s kind of cool.

“Fine, I was wrong about the time, but you’re wrong, too,” I say.

“Oh, yeah? How’s that?” Nora kicks her hip to the side and props a hand on her leopard print skirt.

“I’m not drunk. I’m hungover.” I pull out a flask full of scotch and take a long drink. “I’m working on getting back on track, though.” I tip the flask toward her.

“I swear someone’s gonna find you in a ditch one day.” Her voice has a trace of concern, but it’s mostly drowned out by annoyance.

“In my line of work, that’s almost a guarantee. Now, can you tell me why you disturbed my ugly sleep?” Ugly sleep is a gross understatement. No amount of alcohol ever seems to drown out the vision of the young, innocent girl burned into my memory. The scene is even more ominous in my dreams than it was in real life.

A thunderclap breaks the silence of my memories. Nora stares down at me, hands stuck together. “Wake up, drunkard. Hartnet’s been trying to reach you on the phone for the past fifteen minutes.”

The pocket of my jacket buzzes, probably been ringing the entire time. Nora walks over to where it hangs by the door and withdraws the phone. “Jesus, Ty. You’ve got four missed calls, ten new messages, and over twenty emails. Do you ever check this thing?”

“No.” I have the phone, but honestly, I hate it.
Nora sets the still ringing phone on my desk, puts her hands on her hips and, using only facial expressions, guilts me into picking up.

“Hello,” I say into the phone that smells of smoke. I use my free hand to dig out cigarettes and a lighter.

“Ty! Finally, man, where you been?” Hartnet asks.

“Oh, you know me. I just got back from hiking the Swiss Alps with Edmund Hillary.”

“Real funny, Ty, but I imagine you’ve been spending more time with Jim or Jack.”

“God, no, I hate southern whiskey,” I say. “I prefer a fine scotch, Macallan to be specific.”

“You prefer whatever’s in front of you as long as there’s a proof label on the bottle,” Hartnet says.

I don’t have any argument for that. “So, what do you want?”





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About Mr. Nader

Alex lives in the tourist infested hills of east Tennessee with his amazing wife/muse and three superb children. He would tell you more about how awesome they are, but you probably wouldn’t believe him. When he’s not hanging out with them he’s making pizzas. When he’s not doing that he’s working at a bookstore and occasionally he jots a few words down. He’s a big fan of good music, good storytelling, and mixed martial arts. 

He once wrote a short story about pirates to his wife via text message that blossomed into a full length novel and never stopped after that.


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Friday, February 14, 2014

Feb New Release #Giveaway Hop: Beasts of Burdin #UF #Demons

Click on image for linky list!!! 

Congrats, Mr. Nader, on your debut novel release this month! He's got one great character in Ty. In fact, Ty himself will be stopping by here on the 24th with a chance to win some goodies.

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Beasts of Burdin

Release Date: February 10, 2014
Target Reader: Adult
Keywords: Urban Fantasy

Description

Demon hunter Ty Burdin hung up his guns, knife, trench coat and fedora a year ago. Bags packed, hands washed of all demon politics, he’s done. Forever.

In fact, to get far far away, he dragged Nora, his rockabilly secretary, from Miami to the Tennessee mountains where he’s lived a life of peace—if peace can be defined as drowning in scotch and taking private eye jobs to keep the lights on. Jobs for real people. Not demons.

No demons.

He’s retired from that. Remember?

Demon hunters aren’t a dime a dozen, though, and when Ty’s brother asks him for a favor—just one—what’s a brother to do? Agreeing to take down one hillbilly demon shouldn’t take that long. In. Decapitate. Out. Favor complete. Back to the office where Nora and his bottle of whiskey are waiting.

Unfortunately for Ty, staying retired doesn’t seem to be in the cards, and an avalanche of bad luck draws him right back to an agency he despises and the career that nearly cost him his sanity.

This time, Ty has no way out and will have to face his own demons just to survive.

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Entry is easy peasy on this one. Answer this question in the comments:

A bottle of what awaits Ty back in his office?

(Read he blurb!!!)

A random generator will choose the winner! Best of luck!!

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