Matt Posner and Jess C. Scott – Teen Guide to Sex and Relationships

Teen-Guide-coverTitle:  Teen Guide to Sex and Relationships

Author: Matt Posner and Jess C. Scott

ISBN:  1477411429

Page count:  250

Genre:  Young adult nonfiction

Price:  Paperback $13, ebook $2.99


Author Bio:

Matt Posner is a New York City schoolteacher, novelist, and performing poet. Jess C. Scott is a professional noncomformist who writes in many genres.


Tell us about your book:

Teen Guide to Sex and Relationships is an advice book for teenagers which explains the basis of friendship, love, and sexuality. It’s written from two points of view, with a male and a female author. We cover a wide variety of topics, with each author answering each question in a way we intend to be helpful, direct, practical, and honest to our own opinions based on our knowledge, experience, and research. Rather than trying to promote a particular religious or political agenda, we give our own genuine opinions.


teenguide_authorpixHow long did it take to write the book?

The book was Matt’s idea originally. He proposed co-authorship to Jess in Fall 2011 and the book was published in May 2012.


What inspired you to write the book?

Matt became aware that due to legal and other constraints, he could not give advice on these topics to students in the school where he works, even when he saw how badly the young people were in need of guidance in order to make wise and healthful choices for their lives.  A book on the topic would give him a chance to say what he wanted to say, and he wanted a female voice to balance and contrast with his own. After a long time thinking about the idea, he approached a past promotional partner, Jess C. Scott, to provide that female voice. Jess was immediately interested, and writing commenced from there.


Talk about the writing process. Did you have a writing routine? Did you do any research, and if so, what did that involve?

We each made up a list of questions to answer. Initially, Matt handled the sex questions and Jess the relationship questions. Then we both answered all the questions and added more by mutual agreement as we went along. Each of us read through and commented each other’s text. The original author got the final say on how the text read, and we never argued on any point. Jess did the cover design and the formatting, while Matt managed the copyright. Most of the research we did was cumulative over years of study and life experience. We know a lot of young people, and we are well-read about both relationships and sex, and have our own separate experiences with it. We are both skilled researchers as well.


What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your book?

We want our young readers to come away with the ability to make choices for their lives that promote their physical and psychological health. There is a lot of misinformation out there about sex and relationships, and a lot of hearts are broken and a lot of lives harmed by misinformed or uninformed decision making. Any young person who makes a smarter choice because of this book validates our decision to write it.


Where can we go to buy your book?

The book is available at every online store in the U.S. Ebooks are at all retailers, and the paperbacks seem to sell well at both Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Through extended distribution we have sold paperbacks as far away as India! We don’t have paperback distribution to bookstores, but our paperbacks by CreateSpace are top quality!


Any other links or info you’d like to share?

Our blog:
Matt’s website:

Jess’ website:


Excerpt from book:

How can I tell if the person I have a crush on likes me back?


I guess you’ll notice some changes in their behavior. It’s more obvious with some people and a little harder with those that are more careful about their body language and facial expressions.

The person is likely to show their interest in one way or another. They might start talking/messaging/texting you more often, asking more questions about you. They might smile at you more and just pay you more attention in general. They might laugh more around you or do something that comes across as awkward (these are also things they might be sub-consciously doing to get your attention).

The person might also start hanging out with your social circle or some of your friends (in order

to dig some info on you). You can also rely on your friends for info which your crush might not have told you (assuming your friends are trustworthy, and if they’re not, well, they never were your true friends anyway).

Some people take things slowly (they might want to get to know you better first), while others just jump right in and let you know that they’re interested in you. The bolder ones might just ask you out. If they do, congratulations!



It’s very difficult to be normal with a person you have a crush on, but that’s probably what you have to do. Hang around, don’t show how strong your feelings are, just be friendly and casual, and see how that person responds to you. When I was young, my classmates always liked to back into relationships. It was necessary just to be in the area and pretend not to be interested until the other person decided you weren’t threatening. Your generation tends to socialize in groups, so maybe you can get a group of kids together and include the person you’re interested in.

The other way to find out if you have a chance is to find a friend to ask. I don’t recommend this, but sometimes it works. The person you have a crush on may not have thought about you that way, but might start to think about you differently if your friend asks the right way. The risk of this method is that teenagers are not always cool about this situation, and they will tend to make fun of someone who has strong emotions that aren’t returned. For this reason, you might not want to share how you feel until you know that you have built a strong friendship and that there is no one else that person is interested in.


Charles Fetters – Grizzly

BookCoverImage[1]Title: Grizzly

Author: Charles Fetters

ISBN: 1468119192

Page count: 224

Genre: fiction/drama

Price: Paper back $15.00 Kindle $6.00


Author Bio:

Charles lives at the Head of the Great Lakes in Superior Wisconsin. He owns a home improvement business by day and writes his storys by night.


Tell us about your book:


After years of being bated with a cocktail of raspberries, growth hormones, and human body parts by a young, greedy and unscrupulous hunting guide.  These wild bears grow to a monstrous size and no longer understand their true role in the natural world. The largest male begins to wonder through the Northern sections of the Park, scaring the wits out of any human he meets.

The smell of human has for the past six years meant raspberries. When these humans refuse to give him the one thing he craves more than all else, his patients runs out. Some hikers and campers escape but those few who don’t, suffer a death so violent it terrorizes the first responders as well as Park management.

When the Chief Warden suffers this horrible fate then something has to be done with this Grizzly. They call in the Federal Wild Game Bounty Hunters.

These men are expert trackers and highly skilled hunters with vast knowledge of Bear activity and patterns. However, there is nothing normal about this bear.

After 24 hours the hunters realize this will be the most dangerous hunt of their lives. It soon becomes a battle for supremacy; the calculating human mind and their big guns against monstrous size, brute strength and absolute terror.

Man has not won every battle against Mother Nature. Can they win this one, or will this Patriarch successfully defend his territory?


How long did it take to write the book?

About 14 months plus several editings


What inspired you to write the book?

I enjoy telling storys with a bit of drama


Talk about the writing process. Did you have a writing routine? Did you do any research, and if so, what did that involve?

I would write weekends and those evinings that I was not exhausted. I have lots of free time in the winter so I wrote the bulk of the story then. I researched the World Record Grizzly. Basicly, I Googled it. I used Google Maps to zoom in on Glacier National Park to get the perfect location for the setting.


What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your book?

Well I hope they put the book down thinking it was a good story, maybe a bit shocked at the ending. With enough possitive feedback I will write a sequel.


Where can we go to buy your book?

paper back:



Any other links or info you’d like to share?
An audio version will be coming out soon. I don’t have a link yet. You can watch for it on “I-Tunes.”


Excerpt from book:

The first officer looked at Warden Brandon and insisted, “give it up Warden, we are going in with you and we are wasting time.”

He reached over to his shoulder with his right hand and squeezed the radio mic. “112, 124.” A short pause then.

“Go ahead 24.”

“112; We have a situation at the Kintla Ranger Station. Possible man down, we are going in for an assist.”

“24; man down, affirmative. Do you need back-up?”

“112; no mam, we have a Warden.”

“24; clarify. Is this man civilian or officer.”

“112; Officer mam, Chief Warden Hayward.”

“24; Chief Warden Hayward, affirmative. Do you request an air lift?”

“112; Not yet, mam. It’s search and rescue as of now.”

“24; Affirmative, search and rescue. Keep me posted.”

“112; yes mam.”

Warden Brandon stood there in disbelief at their bravery or ignorance, but was very glad he wasn’t going in there alone. It would be well after dark if they had to go all the way to Flat Top Ridge.

As the officers retrieved their hiking gear out of the trunk of the cruiser, Brandon was preparing his gear as well. When they saw Brandon’s 50 caliper Remington they suddenly got the gist of what they were up against and rushed out to get the

only big guns they had with them, two 12 gauge pump shot

guns with slugs. They may not bring down a grizzly but they would certainly get its attention.

Two hours later they crested Flat Top Ridge.

Warden Brandon was surprised at the two officer’s physical  endurance. Nether man seemed to ever tier much, in fact the way they kept talking, it seemed like they had more energy than Joe himself. Maybe it was their training regiment, maybe it was nerves, Brandon didn’t know. Never-the-less, the Warden appreciated the fast pace they had set. It allowed them to reach the Ridge by twilight, making it unnecessary to use their flashlights-saving them for the trip back.

All three men came to an abrupt stop when they spotted the gruesome scene of Chief Warden Hayward’s remains. They quickly lowered their packs and pulled out their flashlights.

Shining the light on the horrible sight one officer whispered,

“Jesus Christ!”

The other spoke a little more loudly, “holy shit, look at this.”

Brandon was speechless. This was his boss and friend laying in peaces, spread out over the campsite. He had done his best to convince his boss not to come up here alone but he had insisted. Brandon thought of the man’s family, his wife and two teenage kids, that would now be on their own. Anger at himself started to boil within him.

“God Damn it!……….This is my fault. I should have insisted that I come here instead. At the very least I could have been at his side. He should have never been allowed to come here alone.”

One of the officers tried to console him, “there would just have been twice as many body parts to hall back. If a bear did this, it would have to be a big one. A big bear with a nasty attitude.”

The other officer spoke up, “a big bear that is wounded.”

He was shining his light on a track imprint in the trail. Three toes were missing and spots of fresh blood lined the print. This was the spot the bear had stood on his hind feet before the attack.

The other officer spoke in shock, “Look at the size of those tracks! That is one big fucking bear!”

Brandon stood there silent, his mind wrestling with guilt

and anger.

One of the officers asked him if he was going to be alright.

Brandon forced himself to snap out of his negative thoughts and come back to the task at hand.

“We need a helicopter to retrieve his body. Does the State have one available?”

“Yes we do, I’ll call it in.”

He reached to his left shoulder and squeezed the mic. on his radio.

“112-124 copy?”

“24; copy.”

“112; we need a recovery lift. Victim DOA.”

“24; is this victim Chief Warden Hayward?”

“112; affirmative.”

“24; chopper dispatched, please set GPS.”

“112; affirmative.”

“24; we have your GPS.”

“112; we have a PDS, (particularly dangerous situation,) will need lift for 3 officers as well, please prepare the chopper for the extra weight.”

“24; do you need back up?”

“112; no, we just need to get the hell out of here.”

“24; affirmative, chopper will handle the extra weight.”

“112; what is your ET?”

“24; ET in approximately 22 minutes.”

“112; affirmative, 22 minutes. Officer requests the chopper hit high gear. We have a wounded grizzly loose here in the dark. We may not make it 22 minutes.”

Suddenly there was a screech on the radio and other transmits could be heard but only for a second. This screech was a warning that went state wide. No one was to use the radio unless they too had an emergency.

“Rescue 1, go to Code 1, Code 1.”

They could hear the chopper pilot radio back.

“112; affirmative, code 1.”

“24; stay in radio contact at all times. Chopper ET, now in

approximately ten minutes.

“112; I’m not going anywhere, affirmative ten minutes.”

Code 1 genericly meant, “officer in trouble.” It would motivate responding officers to get to the scene as quickly as possible. The pilot and the EMT had reluctantly stood up from their TV show and began to move as soon as they heard the call. However, it was a different story when they heard Code 1. They would run to the chopper instead of walk and the emergency equipment would be prepared in-flight instead of pre-flight. The chopper engine would not be given a chance to warm up. Once at power it would lift and fly.

On Flat Top Ridge the three men were now moving closer to the horrible sight of Chief Hayward’s torn body. The bear had scattered body parts out a considerable distance. One leg was found more than a hundred feet away. The three men reluctantly began to pick up body parts and return them to the torso. This would make it easier when the recovery chopper arrived. The entire mess would have to be put in a body bag for transport.

Warden Brandon bent down to straighten the torso. He rolled the Chief over onto his back as the officers placed the leg and arms next to it. His intestines were spread out for some distance and in many peaces. The smell was horrendous but Brandon placed them back the best he could. Tears dripped off his cheeks as he worked to give the body as much dignity as possible.

One officer stood up and began to take his gloves off.

“Do you hear that?”

The other two men looked at him with surprise.


“That’s just it. There is no sound at all except for our breathing.”

Brandon and the other officer stood taking their gloves off as well. Brandon could not remember ever hearing the forest so quiet. Once his gloves were off, he bent down and retrieved

his light and riffle. Both officers brought their shot guns up to a ready position and released the keeper strap on their pistols.

Nothing moved, absolute silence. The stillness seemed to

give one a sense of claustrophobia in the near darkness of the evening. They were all now shining their lights in different directions. Each man fighting the urge to panic.

One officer shined his light at his watch and spoke quietly, “ET approximately six minutes.”

Quoting Gordon Lightfoot’s “Edmond Fitzgerald,” Brandon spoke softly, “where does the love of God go when the minutes turn to hours?”

Just then the other officer whispered with shock in his voice, “look!”

The other two men turned to see what direction he was looking at, then shined their light at the same place. What they saw was the most frighting sight ether of them had ever seen. It was like a shocking scene from a horror movie. Two large green eyes reflecting the light stood out between two huge tree trunks. It was to fare away to make out anything but the eyes with their flashlights.

One officer whispered, “what the fuck is that?”

Brandon spoke, returning his whisper, “grizzly!”

The officer that noticed it first spoke, “shit, now what do we do?”

Brandon said quietly, “keep your lights on it at all times and don’t move. What ever you do, do not panic.”

“If this thing attacks, whats my best shot?”

Brandon answered, “aim for the neck. A head shot will only piss him off. Try to break his neck.”


The other officer asked, “is that my heart beat or is that the chopper?”

Everyone listened closely.

After several seconds Brandon spoke up, “I think that is the chopper but he is at a distance yet. We have another problem guys.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I forgot to set the flares.”

“You have flares?”

“Yea, but I need to get over to the trail so they know where

to drop the basket.”


The other officer said, “set them, we will cover you.”

“Yea, do it, do it now.”

“Okay, but warn me if he moves at all and keep those lights on him at all times.”


Brandon started moving to his left keeping his light on those eyes the best he could. His riffle was at his shoulder pointing the same direction as his light. After several steps he had to shine his light at the trail to find his pack. Once located the light went straight back to the bear.

Finally he reached the pack and bent down to open it.

Both officers began screaming then two shots rang out. The loud concussion of the 12 gauge shots, in the silence of the evening, scared the charging bear and Brandon got his light on it just as it disappeared back into the forest.

One officer spoke up, “that was no bear, that was a fucking  dinosaur.”

The other officer stated, “I never seen an animal that large before. He must be 3000 pounds.”

Brandon grabbed four flares and dropped his pack then shined his light back to the woods just in time to see the bear making another charge.

He screamed, “here he comes again.”

Both officers pumped in fresh shells and fired at what looked like a moving shadow. This time however, the bear didn’t back off. He stopped right in front of both men, his front legs spread wide and his jaw snapping together in an aggressive act for supremacy.


Massimo Marino – Daimones

Title: Daimones

Author: Massimo Marino

ISBN: 0985143824 (ebook edition) 1478347104 (printed edition)

Page count: 330

Genre: sci-fi, PA

Price: $4.99 (ebook), $24.90 printed edition


Author Bio:

I’m Italian, or should I say, Sicilian. Palermo is my home town and I left it in 1986. I now have lived more years abroad than in Italy. Needless to say, I have changed in many and different way than my old friends there.

I lived in Switzerland, France, and the United States. For work, I used to travel some 500,000 air miles a year. I am a scientist as a background, having spent over 17 years in fundamental research. Most of my writing are academic stuff. I worked for many years at CERN, near Geneva—an international lab for particle physics research—then in the US at the Lawrence Berkeley National Lab. In 1995 I moved to the private sector, worked with Apple Inc., and then for the World Economic Forum.

Some say I have acquired a multi-faceted personality

The new addition of the family is actually…two. Two British long hair cats, a Chocolate one aptly named Nutella and a Lilac one who was named Hermès, quick and cunning, moving freely between the worlds of the mortal and divine, as emissary and messenger of the gods, intercessor between mortals and the divine, as all cats are.

You can see pictures of these two rascals from Facebook.

Discovery: it seems many authors have pets, and authors’ cats invariably end up napping on the keyboard…


Tell us about your book:

PA novels are often about cataclysmic events, survivors fending off dangers at every page, zombie attacks, aliens destroying everything for inscrutable reasons, or as a fulfillment of the latest religious prophecies. “Daimones” has nothing of the sort.

The novel puts a few survivors in a world having experienced a planetary culling of the human race but there is no immediate cause to be pointed at for the survivors. The Apocalypse has arrived, but why and how remains unknown in a frustrating and fearful reality for the family around which the story evolves, untill the last third of the plot.

“Daimones” explores moral and emotional issues as well as the mechanics of everyday survival for this family: all evidences point for them to be the only people left alive on Earth. The exploration of human relationships and their importance, of personalities and memories, are at the heart of the tale. Confusion, sadness, and fear start to mix into the main character’s mind, Dan Amenta.

We are led to discover the disbelief, the anguish, the grief, the frantic search for other survivors through his eyes and the 1st person narration.

Finally, when Dan and his family do find other survivors…they experience the absolute terror of first contact. The ending brings some closure about the catastrophe to this family, but also lays a heavy burden and responsibility on Dan, and opens up the novel to the sequel in the trilogy.

Being a scientist at heart—and by formation—the premises and what happens in the story are very plausible and realistic, if the tale were to be true…


How long did it take to write the book?

All in all, about a year, including polishing work which took two months with my editor, Rebecca Stroud. But probably the best answer is that it took a life to blossom.


What inspired you to write the book?

I can’t say it came from something specific. Things added together with time. There are stories that build up in the mind of any writer, or aspiring one. Sometimes you are able to contain them all your life and no one will ever think of you as a writer. Other times a story breaks free and you can’t but start writing it. It becomes inevitable. “Daimones” just found me, I’m its story-teller.


Talk about the writing process. Did you have a writing routine? Did you do any research, and if so, what did that involve?

In a sense, it is a discovery process. In lessons on creative writing from Brandon Sanderson, he described the two extremes of writing styles and writers. One goes through pre-organizing everything, the entire plot, from the beginning to the end, the various conflicts, each chapter, everything. And then fills up the gaps, more and more till the manuscript is “completed”. At the opposite sit those writers called “gardeners”. These ones plant the seed of the story, and then the story grows, evolves, takes unexpected turns, with the writer sometimes unable to tell how it will end, or what will happen if certain events were to occur. I found myself more into this last tail of the “writers distribution curve”. I’ve watched Daimones in my mind, heard characters discussing and reacting to what happened to them as in a movie. Sometimes I was unable to write as fast as the images flow I witnessed. The story and the characters had a life of their own.

I usually keep a regular schedule. Write in the morning and go into the afternoon only if I do not meet a “daily quota” of about 2,500 words. Then I re-read and revise in the afternoon. I usually write in the home-office, with a window looking at the Alps and the Mount Blanc. Sometimes I stare at it, while I see again and again the last scene I am trying to put on paper. Other times scenes build up and I need to wait to “receive” more details, see the characters in there and hearing their voices.


What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your book?

I do write for myself, because there are situations and dialogues that needs to come out, but I also write for every reader, hoping to share emotions and feelings, hopefully providing good reading times. It is an invitation to evade together with me, as I do when I write. I hope then I’ll be such a good host and a good company for every reader and that they’ll be willing to know what happens next in the sequels.

If I can make so that one spends a good time in the world I created, care for the characters that speak through the pages, and is willing to share the emotions and feelings I hope to transmit, I have found gold. There is not a greater reward than a reader who sends a “Thank you” note.

A good story should make you laugh, cry, feel sadness and happiness, move you to tears, and lose track of time. It will not happen with every reader or at the same places in the story, but if it happens here and there, to some, even one, then the story has reached its goal to please a reader, allow him to escape and live in the same lucid-dream the writer used to create a different world. A good story will find its readers.


Where can we go to buy your book?

Daimones is on Amazon, Apple iTunes, and on Smashwords. Iit has been accepted on Smashwords “Premium Catalogue” too so it is distributed on their extended e-retailers list. It is currently on Kobo, Lulu, available for Nook, and slowly appearing on other distributors too, on almost every ebook retailer; I found Daimones in unexpected places. Distribution seems to be quite effective. Specifically you may get my novel from:


Any other links or info you’d like to share?

Well, if people wants to follow my rumbling on twitter, I am @Massim0Marin0 and on Facebook my links are:


Excerpt from book:

The siren almost exploded. It was all silent now, even though my ears were still buzzing. Maybe an alarm was now blinking furiously in some police stations where no agents would answer the call. Having never been there before, I examined the place. The shop seemed to have everything I needed, at least at a first look. Hunting rifles were aligned vertically behind the counter but were of no use to me. Locked glass cabinets contained handguns of various types, including pistols and revolvers. This is what I was looking for.

On a pedestal, the famous .44 Magnum and, behind it, a few pictures of Inspector Callahan from the “Dirty Harry” movie. An inscription stated it was “The Most Powerful Handgun in the World” and a paraphrased Harry quote (“Go ahead. Make YOUR day”) was followed by the inflated price…a moot point now.

I was tempted by that Magnum, like having a cannon in your hand. But first things first, I thought as I needed pistols light enough for Mary and Annah yet with considerable impact power nonetheless. Unfortunately, there was no clerk to ask for help or to guide me in my gun shopping spree. I had to read all those terse descriptions if I wanted any information about the various models. My eyes fell on a “Glock 36 Cal. 45 AUTO. Compact and powerful.” Two terms that fit perfectly.