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Evolved Publishing Earns New Honors and Awards in May 2014

And the awards just keep on coming….

We speak often of our commitment to quality, and awards are a sure way to bolster that claim. We understand that awards are both highly subjective and incredibly competitive, which makes receiving them a real challenge. Indeed, we believe some of our books have been extremely deserving of awards for which they were nominated, and yet they came up short in the voting. After all, judges are people, too, and they have their own preferences.

Nonetheless, we’re always pleased when our hard work is recognized by others in the industry. Most recently, we’ve added a few more awards to our shelf.

Publisher Award

Awesome Indies-ApprovedFirst, we have to thank the good folks at Awesome Indies for making Evolved Publishing their first outside publisher to receive the Awesome Indies Seal of Approval. As they explain on their website, Awesome Indies has some tough, uncompromising criteria for the awarding of their seal of approval, as explained here. We are pleased to have met their criteria on a consistent basis, thus earning their trust – and their seal of approval – as a publisher. When looking for books that will stand up to your own high standards, you would do well to trust Awesome Indies as a source of recommendations. We’re gratified to be one of those recommendations.

Book Awards

In the past few weeks, a number of our books have achieved special recognition.

Hot_Sinatra_v2_300dpi_200x300 ArthurEllisAwardsFinalistOn April 24th, the big news for us from our neighbors up north was that the Crime Writers of Canada selected Hot Sinatra by Axel Howerton as one of five finalists for the Arthur Ellis Award for Best First Novel. Hot Sinatra was chosen with 4 other books from a large field, and whether it ultimately wins the award or not (to be announced at the Arthur Ellis Awards gala dinner on Thursday, June 5, at the Arts & Letters Club in downtown Toronto), we are honored that Mr. Howerton’s book has made the cut.
 
 
NZ_Mammoth_Trouble_v2_300dpi_200x300 Eric-Hoffer-Award-Banner_2014 Awesome Indies-ApprovedIt’s been a big couple of weeks for author D. Robert Pease and Noah Zarc: Mammoth Trouble, the first book in this middle grade sci-fi adventure series. First came the news that this wonderful book earned an Honorable Mention from the Eric Hoffer Awards 2014, making it one of their TOP 7 books in this vast Juvenile and Young Adult category. Then came the news that Awesome Indies recognized the book with their seal of approval in the Middle Grade category. Noah Zarc: Mammoth Trouble had already won several prestigious awards before this, but we’re so pleased to add these to its list of accomplishments.
 
 
And then we have the guy hogging up all the awards!

The_Silver_Sphere_v3_300dpi_200x300 National Indie Excellence Book AwardsAuthor Michael Dadich just received his 14th award – that’s right, 14 – for his debut sci-fi/fantasy novel, The Silver Sphere. And why not? This fantasy/science fiction adventure, or sci-fa in the grand Star Wars tradition, has readers and critics alike talking, and once you have 13 awards… well, you naturally want the 14th. 🙂 Well, the folks at the National Indie Excellence Awards have made that happen, recognizing The Silver Sphere as their best in Fantasy for 2014.
 
 
 
We expect to be back soon with more great announcements about honors for our books, but in the meantime, you can keep track of them yourself by stopping in at our Awards Won page from time to time. Thank you, and we hope you enjoy these fun and fantastic books.

Noir Detective Mystery “Hot Sinatra” by Axel Howerton an Award Finalist

Announcement from Crime Writers of Canada: April 24, 2014 — Hot Sinatra is one of the five finalists for the Arthur Ellis Award for Best First Novel.

ArthurEllisAwardsFinalist“Quality is Priority #1.” We say that a lot, because we think it’s important to drive that guarantee home for our readers and fans. Of course, winning a prestigious award, or even making the final cut as a finalist within a broad and competitive field, is a great way to support that statement.

Our most recent honoree is the quirky, hardboiled detective, noir mystery Hot Sinatra, by Axel Howerton. We’re pleased that the judges for the Arthur Ellis Awards have recognized the quality of this great book, which offers a character-rich environment that readers are sure to love.

We’re confident you’re going to enjoy this book. If you’re a fan of the likes of Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett, Elmore Leanord, Robert B. Parker, and Mickey Spillane, or just love a well-written, funny, entertaining story, Hot Sinatra is your next must-read.

ABOUT HOT SINATRA:

Hot_Sinatra_v2_300dpi_200x300Moss Cole is a private detective, the kind you thought only existed in old movies and afternoon reruns. He’s smart, talented, sometimes even charming. You’d think he could find a better gig than carrying on his grandfather’s legacy as a ‘Private Dick.’

Cole is out of money, out of ideas, and out of his league. That’s why he’s stuck looking for a stolen Sinatra record… a record that may be just a figment of an old man’s imagination.

Of course, if that were true, Moss wouldn’t have so many people busting down his door.

A vivacious redhead, a foul-mouthed Irish rock star, and a whip-smart little girl only complicate the job, when all Cole wants is a good cup of coffee and some Hot Sinatra.

If only he can stay alive—and in one piece—long enough to find it.

WHAT OTHERS ARE SAYING ABOUT HOT SINATRA:

“Axel Howerton is one of the best new crime fiction writers out there—hell, one of the best writers, period. Do yourself a favor and settle into Axel’s groove.” – Scott S. Phillips, Author of “Squirrel Eyes” and “Tales of Misery & Imagination,” and Writer/Director of “Stink of Flesh” and “Gimme Skelter”

“Moss Cole sizzles hotter than bacon.” – Red Tash, Author of “Troll, Or Derby” and “This Brilliant Darkness”

“Howerton manages to breathe new life into the neo-noir/gumshoe genre by not fixing what isn’t broken. The hero, Moss Cole, is tough as nails, fights dirty, is a recovered alcoholic and is a bit of a brooder. However, he feels pangs for not seriously pursuing a career as a professional musician, and makes no effort to conceal his sensitive side. Howerton also gives us some unexpected characters in the form an openly gay couple that work as low level leg breakers for the mob (they’re a real treat, and never do what I expected as a reader). Perhaps Howerton’s greatest triumph is coming up with a fun, wickedly original MacGuffin for a detective novel: The titular ‘Hot Sinatra’, an illegal, one of a kind recording of a Sinatra performance in his prime that avid collectors would kill to get. Snappy dialogue, fun characters and a no frills writing style made this a blast to read.” – Craig, Kew Gardens, NY

HOT SINATRA IS AVAILABLE AT THE LINKS BELOW:

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FOR A SIGNED PAPERBACK:

Of course, if you’d like a paperback personally autographed by author Axel Howerton, you can get that RIGHT HERE at our website.

Seriously Cool Noir Mystery/Detective Novel “Hot Sinatra” is on SALE!

This Noir Mystery/Hardboiled Detective novel has been compared to the works of Raymon Chandler, Dashiell Hammett, Elmore Leonard, and Robert B. Parker.

We’re running a sale on the eBook of Hot Sinatra, only for the next 3 days, and only at Amazon.

Author Axel Howerton has created in Hot Sinatra a cast of characters that will you having you laughing out loud on many an occasion, and wiping away a tear on a few. These characters pop off the page as if they were old friends – which they will soon be, upon reading this book.

The early reviews are fairly glowing, as we knew they would be. If you’re a fan of the old gumshoe novels, and you love a great noir detective story, you’re going to be thrilled with Hot Sinatra. There’s never been a better time to try it. JUST $0.99! Wow.

Moss Cole Introduces the New Face of “Hot Sinatra,” and You Can Win Prizes

To celebrate the new cover of Hot Sinatra by author Axel Howerton, the leading man himself, Moss Cole, stops by for a chat. Be sure to enter the raffle at the end for some cool prizes. (Old cover pictured above.)

Moss Revisited

What the hell am I doing? Sitting here on this park bench, watching people play with their kids. Every morning, I tell myself that I’m just going for a walk, part of my physical rehabilitation. I’m just limping down to the corner to get some coffee, despite the fact that I can make it better at home, and the new girl behind the counter has red hair and an attitude—exactly the way I imagine her at 19. She left me behind. They both did. Too much trouble, I guess. Even after the bullets and the knives and the two months in the damned hospital recovering from them.

I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. Thanks to Grandma Pot-Queen, I have plenty of money while I convalesce. Danny calls me twice a day to check up, three times on Sundays. He not-so-subtly pushes for me to take up a full-time spot with the band. I calmly explain that I’m not feeling strong enough to get dragged across the globe in his rock-star wake. Not today, Mossimo Cole. Not today.

On the other hand, every time the phone rings, I sit frozen in my big corner chair, straining to listen past the record player and the sounds of summer raging outside my windows. I sit there, terrified, waiting to hear her voice, or worse—someone looking for Moe Rossi Investigations, someone looking for the man I used to be. Someone looking for Moss Cole, Detective—the man who died in a blaze of glory.

So here I am, sitting in the park, all dolled up in shorts and a t-shirt and my friggin’ house-slippers because I still can’t pull on a pair of jeans, let alone my boots. So here I am, splayed out on a bench, not caring when people stare at my mangled, tattoo-covered leg. Not caring if I look like some kind of decrepit creeper, with my cane and my slippers and my old-man fedora, like I’m some 80-year-old punk-rock reject, like I’m Henry Rollins at the old folks home.

There’s dozens of kids running around, playing, jumping, climbing, screaming at the top of their lungs as they turn the playground into their own worlds, their own realities. Girls, boys, dogs—and they’re all so happy. It’s like a knife in my chest. Yet, I can’t stay away. Cake is blasting in my headphones, trumpets and SoCal sunny guitars.

I look around at the parents, bored and disingenuous. All the dads look like they just came from some BonnaFestaPalooza somewhere. They’re my age, or younger, every single one of them in black T’s from some band or another, every single one of them with tattoos and ridiculous wraparound shades. Shaved heads and porkpie fedoras—is that what I look like to the rest of the world? They all stand apart, clickety-clacking marimbas on their iPhones and mini-tablets, Facebooking and Candy Crushing and whatever other silly shit they do to avoid their lives and their kids and their wives. Their wives work hard and bring home the scratch so these dudes can play drums in bands with names like Stewed Shits and Monkeyfucker. Bands that will forever get nowhere, but let these guys hold onto their adolescence until they hit 50 and get a job selling cars in Reseda.

The moms stand in clusters around strollers and tiny bicycles tossed around the grass, occasionally scanning the horizon to make sure their offspring are still within chastising distance. The moms are all tan and fit in their tank tops and khaki shorts—black-rooted blondes and bottle reds, long legs and yoga asses. Their husbands are record producers, account managers, agents and big change bankers. They spend their days on play dates and wine lunches, mani-pedi appointments and tae kwon do lessons.

None of them know what they’re missing, barely noticing their kids busting their limits, challenging themselves to destroy the playground and its myriad obstacles. Kids are so awesome—none of the bullshit, none of the posing, no agendas beyond getting a second creamsicle or staying up late. They’re happy. They’re sad. They’re just happy to be here and explore the world. When do we break that out of them? Fuck. I never even got to take Holly to the park. I can taste the bitterness in my mouth. Maybe it’s just the shitty coffee.

One of the moms stares at me rather suspiciously. I don’t blame her. I’m a mess. Why do I do this to myself? I’m going to get arrested if I keep hanging around here. That would be the corker, wouldn’t it? Arrested for wallowing in my own grief, for stewing myself in what could never be.

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She’s pretending to read a book. I’ve seen it before: Hot Sinatra. Must be a good one. I’ve seen it before, in the bookstore window, in the shop at the hospital where you buy flowers and magazines and cards for people who just had babies. Must be a good one. Something about a detective and a Sinatra record. No thanks. I’ve had enough Sinatra to last me a goddamn lifetime. I think I’m switching to Dino, maybe Sammy; he did some good stuff with Count Basie. My head is fuzzy again. The doctors say it’ll pass. No real damage, they say. Sure. Step inside and say that, Doc. Come over for dinner at Chez Misery and tell me I’m okay.

Hot Sinatra. I’d almost think it had to be about me, but I’m not that far gone. Yet. It looks like a million other mysteries and thrillers, the booze and cigar pic, the title in huge block letters and the slightly smaller author name, Axel Howerton. It takes years to write a book, right? Booze and cigars and a sexy cover? Try bullet holes and heartbreak and macho mafia psychos and Mexican gangsters. Yakuza thugs and hot lady cops and crazy Irish rock stars and knife wounds and eight days in a coma and my grandfather turning in his grave. Drive-by shootings and little girls that steal your heart and their incredible mothers who break them. No way it could be about me, about what happened a couple of months ago. Right? No real damage. Right. Sure would make a good fucking story, though.

It couldn’t be about me, right? Hot Sinatra. In stores now! Couldn’t be.

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Evolved Publishing’s Wednesday Double Feature – June 5, 2013

Grab some popcorn, pull up a chair, and enjoy Hot Sinatra and Poppy the Proud.

FOR THE ADULTS

Hot Sinatra by Axel Howerton is getting some rave reviews, as well it should. It features a lead character in Moss Cole that is someone we can both root for and worry about. Surrounding Moss is a unique and often hilarious, rag-tag group of characters who help bring this quirky, noir detective story to life. Whether you’re a fan of the old Raymond Chandler or Dashiell Hammett novels, or the slightly newer Mickey Spillane or Robert B. Parker novels, you’re sure to love Hot Sinatra.

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Moss Cole is a private detective, the kind you thought only existed in old movies and afternoon reruns. He’s smart, talented, sometimes even charming. You’d think he could find a better gig than carrying on his grandfather’s legacy as a ‘Private Dick.’

Cole is out of money, out of ideas, and out of his league. That’s why he’s stuck looking for a stolen Sinatra record… a record that may be just a figment of an old man’s imagination.

Of course, if that were true, Moss wouldn’t have so many people busting down his door.

A vivacious redhead, a foul-mouthed Irish rock star, and a whip-smart little girl only complicate the job, when all Cole wants is a good cup of coffee and some Hot Sinatra.

If only he can stay alive—and in one piece—long enough to find it.

You can get your copy of Hot Sinatra at these fine retailers: Amazon US, Apple iTunes-Books, Barnes and Noble, BookieJar, Diesel, Kobo, Smashwords, Sony, Amazon CA, Amazon UK
 
 
FOR THE KIDS (AND THEIR PARENTS, OF COURSE)

Poppy the Proud by Emlyn Chand has been a favorite among parents, when speaking of books from the Bird Brain Books series. It’s a new twist on an old, but always important, lesson: we mustn’t judge others solely on the basis of what we see on the outside. What lies inside each of us is the truly important thing, a lesson every child must learn. Poppy the Proud gives kids as young as 3 and as old as 8 that opportunity in a fun and visually appealing way, featuring wonderful color images by artist Sarah Shaw.

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Poppy is the prettiest peacock in the entire garden, but one day his privileged existence is upset when an all-white peacock is born and promptly named the most beautiful by a smitten flock. Intensely jealous, Poppy no longer knows where he fits in and decides to reclaim his title as the fairest bird in all the land, no matter what it takes.

In a desperate attempt to regain the admiration of his peers, Poppy steals items from the humans that visit his park. He wraps himself in a beautiful silk scarf, wears a series of ornate bangles around his neck, and even tries to dye his feathers with colored dust from a festive Holi celebration. Unfortunately, each of these attempts not only fails to improve his appearance, they actually make it worse. What’s a poor bird to do?

In this compelling tale of self-esteem, pride, and learning what makes each of us special, Poppy the peacock discovers that true beauty lies beneath the feathers.

You can get your copy of Poppy the Proud at these fine retailers: Amazon US, Apple iTunes-Books, Barnes and Noble, BookieJar, Diesel, Kobo, Smashwords, Sony, Amazon CA, Amazon UK

We hope you and yours enjoy this week’s double feature, and we thank you.