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Monsterland by Michael Okon

Today I’m hosting Michael Okon and his horror novel, Monsterland. Michael is giving away a $50 Amazon/B&N gift card. In addition, five (US only) winners will also get a size large Monsterland t-shirt. So make sure to comment, check out the other stops on the tour, and enter the Rafflecopter giveaway!

Michael is also here for an interview today!

Enter to win a $50 Amazon/B&N gift card (international), or a size large Monsterland t-shirt (US only)

Leave a comment and check out the other stops on the tour for more chances to win!


Interview with Michael Okon

Do you ever wish you were someone else? Who?

I love everything about my life. I am extremely happy and full of gratitude for everything in my life. But…if I could be anyone on this planet it would probably be Robert Downey Jr. For some reason, I honestly believe he lives the same life as Tony Stark. He is a playboy actor that steals every scene he’s in, and when he wants he straps on a mechanized iron suit to fight bad guys. I’m obviously never going to be Robert Downey Jr., or Iron Man for that matter, but I can at least dream, right?

What did you do on your last birthday?

I believe I have the greatest birthday ever. I was born May 26, and this date always falls on Memorial Day weekend. So…I get a three day weekend, nice weather, and good summer movies out.  This past birthday (my 39th) my kids made me breakfast in bed, I snorkeled the Great Barrier Reef, and I skydived out of a plane over the Nevada desert. I’m obviously joking. I woke up and cooked my family breakfast. I went to Adventureland with my wife and kids, plus my brother and his wife and kids. We ate dinner at Cheesecake Factory, didn’t sing happy birthday because the kids were tired from all the rides. So…we went home and I rented a movie on Apple TV. Aliens. But I still had an amazing birthday.

What part of the writing process do you dread?

None. I love to write. I love research and development. I love beating out my character arcs. I love building a universe that my characters can play in. Once in a while my kids will get out of bed and come to my office (the den) and ask me half-sleeping how the book is going, and I tell them the same thing every time. It’s going great. Then I forget my place and what I was about to write.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?

I really don’t suffer from writer’s block. I love being creative and know exactly where my characters are going. I have a roadmap for each character so I’m never stumped as to what is going to happen to their arcs. If I do not lay out the map, I will be lost and never finish my story. I already know what’s going to happen at the end of my 6th book and I’m only on book 3 of the series.

Thanks, Michael! Now let’s learn more about Monsterland!


Welcome to Monsterland—the scariest place on Earth.

Wyatt Baldwin’s senior year is not going well. His parents divorce, then his dad mysteriously dies. He’s not exactly comfortable with his new stepfather, Carter White, either. An ongoing debate with his best friends Melvin and Howard Drucker over which monster is superior has gotten stale. He’d much rather spend his days with beautiful and popular Jade. However, she’s dating the brash high-school quarterback Nolan, and Wyatt thinks he doesn’t stand a chance.

But everything changes when Wyatt and his friends are invited to attend the grand opening of Monsterland, a groundbreaking theme park where guests can interact with vampires in Vampire Village, be chased by werewolves on the River Run, and walk among the dead in Zombieville.

With real werewolves, vampires and zombies as the main attractions, what could possibly go wrong?


EXCERPT:

The sky was a sparkling, powder blue, mosquitoes droned lazily over the tepid water, frogs croaked messages while they sunbathed on waxy lily pads. The fire he created burned bright, rabbit roasting on a spit made from hickory, the juices dripping to hiss in the flames. Seven of them lay in scattered repose, enjoying the late afternoon lull—two napped, the others tossed a stuffed fur in the form of a ball around the clearing, hooting with amusement when it rolled into the brush. They traveled in a pack, his group, his makeshift family, foraging together, hiding in plain sight. It had been that way for generations. But the glades were getting smaller, the humans invasive.

The sun started its slow descent into the horizon, hot pink and lilac clouds rippling against the empty canvas of the sky. Their color deepened as the sky filled, the rosy hue morphing into a burnt orange as the sun hid behind the condensation. The air thickened, moisture causing the leaves to lie heavily against the branches. Here and there, fireflies lit the gloom, doing a placid ballet in the humid air. The men moved closer as the sun sank into the western treetops, the fading sky promising another clear day tomorrow in the Everglades despite the moving ceiling of clouds.

A lone hawk cried out, disturbing the peace of the glade. Huge birds answered, flapping their wings, creating a cacophony of swamp sounds. The area became a concerto of animals responding to the disruption of their home—wild screams, squeaks, and complaints of the invasion of their territory.

The lead male stood, his head tilted. He heard it again. It was music, the strange organization of sounds, predictable as well as dangerous. Where those rhythms originated meant only one thing—they were not alone. They all rose, tense and alert, searching the waterway. Billy pointed, his dirty hands silently parting an outcropping of trees to expose a flat-bottom boat with strangers floating slowly toward them. It was filled with people, excitedly searching the banks of the swamp, their expensive khaki bush clothes ringed with sweat. Many held huge cameras. It was obviously a film crew, invasive, nosy individuals looking for something, anything, to enhance their lives. Men’s voices drifted on the turgid air. Billy stood, sniffing, his mates following suit. He glanced at the sky, gauging the time, his eyes opening wide. It was late. The bald top of the moon peeked over the ridge in the south, the sky graying to twilight with each passing second. Night came fast and furious in the swamp, dropping a curtain of darkness, extinguishing all light except for the beacon of the full moon. That chalk-white orb floated upward, indifferent to the consequences of its innocent victims. A halo of lighter blue surrounded the globe, limning the trees silver, the cobwebs in the trees becoming chains of dripping diamonds in the coming night.


BUY LINKS:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Monsterland-Michael-Okon-ebook/dp/B0751F3B3S/
B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/monsterland-michael-okon/1126998959
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/monsterland-1


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Michael Okon is the award-winning and best-selling author & screenwriter formerly known as Michael Phillip Cash. His originally self-published book Monsterland was picked up in a two-book publishing deal by WordFire Press. Michael is happily married and writes full-time on the North Shore of Long Island with his two screaming monsters in the background.

For more information, details and updates, visit:

Website: http://www.michaelokon.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/iammichaelokon
Twitter: https://twitter.com/IAmMichaelOkon

Email Michael at: MichaelOkonBooks@gmail.com

Enter to win a $50 Amazon/B&N gift card (international), or a size large Monsterland t-shirt (US only)

Leave a comment and check out the other stops on the tour for more chances to win!

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Urban fantasy and paranormal romance author.

10 thoughts on “Monsterland by Michael Okon Leave a comment

  1. Congrats on Monsterland, a book that sounds just amazing. Thank you for the great excerpt and giveaway chance.
    Carol L
    Lucky4750 (st) aol (dot) com

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  2. Memorial Day weekend would be good for a birthday…mine’s usually near MLK day, which is too close to Christmas for most people to give me the proper fealty!

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