Friday, December 7, 2018

Virtual Book Tour and Giveaway: Tar by Taylor Hohulin

Welcome to my stop on the virtual book tour for the post-apocalyptic/science fiction/horror novel Tar by Taylor Hohulin. This tour was organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. On my stop, I have an adrenaline fueled excerpt for you. Also, find out if Taylor Hohulin would be able to survive in a post apocalyptic world in an exclusive guest post! There's also a tour wide giveaway at the bottom of the post. Be sure to check out all the stops on the tour for more exclusive content. You can find a list of participating blogs here. Happy reading!
Brendan Cobb calls it tar, but there might be as many names for it as cities left standing.

To some, it’s known as filth, or blight. Others call it the Black God in reverential whispers. Whatever name it takes, the effects are the same. Cities left in ruins. People turned into monsters. Living infections with no known cure. The best anyone can do is avoid it, but even that gets harder the more it spreads.

Brendan survives this waking nightmare by trading salvage for shelter and for repairs to his cybernetic arm, until a newcomer arrives, convinced Brendan is the key to ridding the world of tar once and for all. Reluctantly, Brendan and his mechanic join the newcomer on a journey across the desolate highways of a ruined world, where he learns the true history of the tar…and of the dark power inside him, which grows stronger every day.

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The driver of the black car twisted his wheel hard, and the weaponized tires rolled toward Brendan’s head at ninety-five miles per hour. Samson slammed on the brakes, and the seatbelt bit Brendan’s collarbone. Tires squealed, and Samson’s car fell back a split second before the black ones collided. The spiked tires sparked and shredded each other. The vehicles tangled, swerving about the highway in tandem. Samson hung back to avoid danger, but he couldn’t do it for long. Another car loomed behind them.

And so Samson lifted one hand off the wheel.

As he did, the road lifted off the ground.

Samson punched the gas, and Brendan’s body pressed into the seat. They raced up the rising pavement, came to the place where the road ran out, and then they were airborne.

Brendan held his breath. He braced his arm against the window. The hum of the road faded away. The small vibrations of the highway’s uneven surface ceased. They were flying, the car carrying them over the carnage of the entangled black vehicles.

As suddenly as they’d left it, they hit the ground again. Brendan’s spine compressed with the impact. The car fishtailed a moment, the wheels bit the asphalt, and they took off like an arrow.

When he’d regained his bearings, Brendan looked out the rear window. The black cars had flipped, now lying on either end of the road with shredded tires spinning uselessly. No evidence remained of the ramp Samson had created except crumbled pavement.
About the Author:
Taylor Hohulin is a radio personality by morning, a science fiction author by afternoon, and asleep by 9:30. He is the author of The Marian Trilogy, Tar, and other genre-blending works. He lives in West Des Moines, Iowa, with his wife, where they are owned by a dog and a cat.

Guest Post:
The Three Items Taylor Hohulin Needs to Survive A Post-Apocalyptic World

I’m going to be perfectly honest here. I would not fare well in a post-apocalyptic world. You’d think that, after writing four books about people learning to survive after all of society has crumbled, I would have gotten some ideas, but if there’s a zombie apocalypse, an EMP that destroys all our technology, or if we get a delayed Y2K disaster, I would be woefully unprepared.

To illustrate, I want to tell you exactly what I’d wish for if given the option by a post-apocalyptic genie with a scar running over his eye—because, let’s face it, everyone gets scars over their eyes after the apocalypse. Maybe in their fear they run around with scissors or something.

So this post-apocalyptic genie leaps out of an old, tarnished lamp, tells me I get three wishes, and what do I wish for? Not a crate of dried food. Not weapons to fight off the mutants howling outside my shelter. I ask for…

A Kindle!

Listen, when the apocalypse hits, there won’t be a whole lot of entertainment options. All the TV and radio stations are just going to be survivors trying to find each other and tell each other where the safe cities are. BO-RING.

Besides, if the apocalypse means I don’t have a day job anymore, I’ll finally have time to get caught up on my to-read list, which grows faster than my ability to read. Maybe with my new genie-kindle, the first book I download could be about speed reading. I’ll certainly have time to learn how to do that, right? I mean, how much of my schedule will realistically be eaten up by scratching and clawing for mere survival? Thirty minutes a day? Forty-five if things get really hairy? I’ll need a book or three to pass the time for sure.

Next, I’d ask for…

A Chemex with some good coffee, preferably a natural process from Africa!

I’m assuming at this point that I’ve managed to hold onto my good grinder, that I have clean water, and a reliable way of heating it. Oh, and filters. And a scale so I can get the extraction ratio.

BUT THIS IS IMPORTANT. Listen, if I’m running from mutants or zombies or monsters or whatever, I need plenty of energy. And I am utterly worthless if I skip my morning coffee. And if the world has fallen apart at the seams, drinking cheapo coffee that tastes like burnt disappointment, it is going to be one. Long. Apocalypse. For everyone involved. Not just me. I once tried to give up coffee just to prove to myself I could do it, and my wife begged me to start drinking it again.

Which brings me to my third wish, which is…

My wife!

I mean, I’m not calling her an item, and I’m not saying she’s only as valuable as an e-reader and a fancy coffee system. But she’s the one who could totally get me through an apocalypse. Not only is she my best friend and the love of my life, with whom even the remotest of jungles could feel like home as long as she was nearby…but she is super practical and efficient, and has watched enough Walking Dead to have a few pretty good ideas of what would make for good post-apocalyptic shelters and strategies. So I would lean on her wisdom, and let her decorate our apocalypse shelter in all the cutest fallout-chic decorations, and if there’s still a Pinterest, all her designs would go viral, and we could probably run some advertisements in exchange for a steady stream of food. Also, in this apocalypse, advertising is still a thing, because I think we all know a measly apocalypse won’t stop advertisers from finding a way to run a fifteen-second ad at the start of everything imaginable.

Let me reiterate: I would not fare well in a post-apocalyptic world.
Taylor Hohulin will be giving away a $20 Amazon or Barnes and Noble gift card to a randomly drawn winner via Rafflecopter after the tour. Be sure to leave a comment at a different stop on the tour each day to increase your chance of winning. You can find a list of participating blogs by clicking here. Good luck!
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  1. Replies
    1. Thank you for your great guest post! One of the best and funniest I've read!!

  2. My family and I all appreciate you bringing to our attention the book description of another great book to read. Thanks so much!

  3. Great author. Deserves more exposure.

  4. I have enjoyed the tour. The book sounds great.

  5. I've enjoyed following the tour for Tar and I'm looking forward to reading it. Thanks for sharing all of the great posts along the way :)

  6. sounds like a fun one

  7. I hope that you've enjoyed your book tour and I wish you the best of luck in all of your future endeavors. Happy Holidays to you and your family.

  8. Several of my fave genres in one: post-apocalyptic/science fiction/horror novel. This sounds great.

  9. what a awesome cover and my fave colors.

  10. How long did it take you to write your book? Congrats on the release. Bernie Wallace BWallace1980(at)hotmail(d0t)com

  11. do you fweel like you see yourself in any of the characeters