Today we spotlight Seaville by Jim Reilly (@JimReilly98)!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jim
Reilly is a new science fiction / fantasy novelist. He is a married
father of four, born and raised in Long Island. After going back to
college and finishing with an MBA, some of his professors gave
accolades to his writing prowess. With that and encouragement from
his wife, he wrote his first novel, Evolution.
The success
of Evolution has inspired Jim to continue his writing efforts and
finish his next science
fiction / fantasy novel, Seaville.
From
an early age, Jim always had a fascination with science, science
fiction, and fantasy to a point that it became a passion of his. Now
he enjoys putting that passion to paper. He has already penned his
next book and is working on another.
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ABOUT THE BOOK
Title: Seaville
Author: Jim Reilly
Publisher: Sayville Books
Book Genre: Sci-Fi / Fantasy
Release Date: September 30, 2014
Book Description
When
new neighbors, Mike and Ann Wells along with their children CJ and
Patricia, move into the southern part of town along the Great South
Bay of Long Island, they discover the true identity of their
neighbors.
Each
of their new neighbors hosts a being from an alien race hiding from
the cruelty of enslavement. This mysterious race needs the Wells
family to help them navigate the complicated human experience while
being concealed from a nosy but well-meaning old priest. But most of
all, they must help them from being captured by a corrupt individual
looking to make a profit off a race hoping to peacefully secure fuel
to stay one step ahead of their former masters.
As
the town of Seaville erupts into chaos, Mike and Ann try to keep
their new friends concealed and safe. However, time is running out as
their former masters search the universe for their lost property and
inch closer to Earth.
EXCERPT
As
I sprinted out of my home heading to my neighbor’s house
across the street to look for my daughter, I glanced toward
town down the row of beautiful old Victorian homes on my
block. On the church roof visible to most of the area,
there was a man standing with his arms raised toward the south
side of town. As I focused in a little, it looked like old Father
McNeal, the priest who of late seemed to be out of touch in
his waning years. He was wearing his Sunday Mass vestments and
was standing on the highest point of the church. Still, as out of the
ordinary as that was, it was the least odd sight I
would see that early summer evening as dusk approached.