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We’re happy to announce D.A. Hewitt’s DOMINION: FIRE & ICE is available now! You can find out more
about his book below.  Please leave a comment to let him know you stopped by and you can pick up your copy at Amazon (link below)!

 

 


Title: DOMINION: FIRE AND ICE
Author: D.A. Hewitt
Publisher: Double Dragon eBooks
Pages: 372
Genre: Science Fiction
It’s the year 2075. Lunar mining and processing facilities
have prospered near the lunar south pole, where the Moon’s largest city, Valhalla,
rests on the rim of the Shackleton Crater.
Dominion Off-Earth Resources has beaten the competition into
space and is ready to establish its monopoly with the opening of the orbiting
space resort Dominion. But Pettit Space Industries has a secret plan to emerge
as a major contender in the commercialization of space. The upstart company is
training the first space rescue squad at a secluded off-grid site in Barrow, Alaska.
The rescue squad gets nearly more than it can handle when
its first mission involves the Pope, who’s traveling to the Moon to establish
the Lunar See. During the rescue attempt, they discover Earth is imperiled by
an asteroid large enough to cause mass extinction. Using the unique skills
taught during their training, skills emphasized by the great psychoanalyst Carl
Jung, these Jungi Knights must elevate their game if they are to save both the
Earth and the Pope—while not getting killed in the process.

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Interview with the Author:

What initially got you interested in writing?

 

I became interested in writing in the 7th grade. Our class got an assignment to write a story, a minimum of 1 page. Well, I turned in a 57-page story. The funny thing about it is, I got a D-. That’s because I wrote some of the story in pencil and not in ink as the instructions dictated. But I can tell you now that I just realized my teacher was jealous at the time. What else would explain a teacher not encouraging a young writer who went well beyond what the other students were doing? I mean, I wrote 50 times as many words as other students and got a D grade.

 

What genres do you write in?

 

Science fiction, these days. I’ve made forays into the mystery and suspense thriller genres, but science fiction is my focus now.

 

What drew you to writing these specific genres?

 

I’d have to answer that the pulp genre of the 1950s. These were novels written to elicit certain emotional responses. Literary fiction was more challenging to understand and enjoy. Well, pulp fiction has messages, too. And the language in pulp fiction didn’t hide the message (like literary fiction often does).

 

How did you break into the field?

I broke in by writing short stories. I had over 100 short stories published before I sold my first novel. I think short story writing helps authors by the need to establish character in a limited amount of words.

 

 

What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?

 

I want readers to be introduced to the Process Map of Consciousness. It’s why I wrote Dominion. I’ve got an actual process map at my website, www.StinkyUniverse.com.

 

 

What do you find most rewarding about writing?

 

It’s an artistic release. If I don’t write, I get bottled up. It’s rewarding, sure, but it’s also something I need to do to stay sane.

 

 

What do you find most challenging about writing?

 

Make no mistake, writing is hard work. It’s relentless and unending. But finishing a novel is like birthing a child. There is no greater feeling of being fulfilled afterward.

 

What advice would you give to people wanting to enter the field?

 

Join a writer’s group and get feedback. And then be thick-skinned enough to listen to the feedback and revise your manuscript based on that feedback.

 

What type of books do you enjoy reading?

 

I like a good story. I don’t care if it’s literary or genre, character-centric or plot-centric. To me, there are so many books out there that are good but are as of yet to be discovered. That’s why I’m here, to let you know that Dominion is one of the must-reads.

 

 

Is there anything else besides writing you think people would find interesting about you?

 

Well, I’ve bicycled from Michigan to Cape Cod. I’ve jumped out of an airplane. I made it through Marine Corps boot camp. I’ve been on foreign study in Germany. I was a guinea pig at the National Institutes of Health. That’s some interesting stuff!

 

 

What are the best ways to connect with you, or find out more about your work?

 

Check out my website, www.StinkyUniverse.com. Find out more about the Process Map of Consciousness and a link to my blog, www.StinkyUniverse29.com. I think the Steal This Thesis topics are quite illuminating and at least provides a great deal of food for thought.

 

 

Book Excerpt:

The girl shook her head impatiently,
the ponytail swaying back and forth. “You don’t recognize me?” she asked.
I looked closer. “I’m not up on the
latest supermodel scene,” I told her, “and I haven’t seen many movies lately.”
“Supermodel? Movies? What on Earth are
you talking about?”
“You seem to think I should recognize
you. I assume you’re a model or an actress, someone who would be easily
recognized.”
She whispered something under her
breath, and having a modest ability to read lips, thought she’d said, What an idiot. “I’m Jessica Thibideau.”
I thought Julia was going to leap out
of her chair and try to strangle the girl. I reached over and laid my hand on
her forearm with as much reassurance as I could muster.
Julia reached over, grabbed the back of
my neck, pulled my head down, leaned in, and whispered, “She runs the science
departments in DOER’s space program. She’s the daughter of Benjamin Thibideau.”
“Oh,” I whispered. “Yes, of course I’ve
heard of her. Never seen a picture, though. Why would she assume I’d recognize
her?”
“Even in the Ural Mountains, I’ve seen news pics of the famous
Jessica Thibideau. Her spaceship designs incorporate integrated shielding
generators. She’s responsible for the explosion of industry in space.”
“And on the Moon,” I added. “Maybe I have seen her picture. She looks
different in person.”
Jessica Thibideau began tapping her
toe. “If you don’t mind, I have things to do.” She waved her arm in a wide
sweeping movement. “And in case you haven’t noticed, we have a problem here.”
I began straightening myself but Julia
grabbed my wrist. “Be careful,” she whispered. “Her company practically buried
yours. Some say the stress is what killed your father.”
“Yeah, well, my dad worked too hard.”
I pulled away and straightened myself
in my chair and folded my hands in front of me on the table. “Are you referring
to the street music?”
She snorted. “Of course. What are you,
some kind of joker?”
“Just trying to communicate.”
She reached up and pinched her nose,
equalizing pressure. “You stole my asteroid retrieval drone.”
My reaction caught me by surprise. I
jerked back as though jolted by a cattle prod such was my surprise at being
accused of something so off my radar that she may very well have accused me of
being an alien in disguise. “What?” I managed to eke out.
“You must’ve sanctioned it, at least.
There are only two players in space—DOER and PSI. And DOER wouldn’t steal from
itself.”
“Are you accusing me of something?”
“A DOER asteroid interceptor-collector
drone has gone missing. Not only that, a dummy drone was left in its place to
camouflage the theft. Now tell me, Mr. Pettit, how many companies have the
capacity to handle what an interceptor-collector drone can deliver?”
I held up two fingers, eyebrows raised
with uncertainty.
She stared as though trying to melt me
with her glare. After a few moments, she made a sound that resembled harrumph and placed her hands on her
hips. “Anibal Sanchez is your stooge, right?”
She
throws out big tomatoes and observes your reaction.
I realized that this woman believed she
possessed the skill to discern changes in blood pressure, eye dilation, and
other change indicators that revealed when a person was lying.
Interesting.
“Never heard the name before,” I told
her. “And now that I’ve answered your question, Miss Thibideau, I’ll tell you
that you’re in no position to judge me. You don’t know me, and I doubt you have
the depth of field to see clear
enough for me to even want to have a conversation with you.”
“We all make judgments constantly,” she
shot back. “You’re judging me right now.”
“You’re the one who barged in on us.”
She took a step to her left, then to
her right. She placed her hand on her chin, opened her mouth, then
finger-tapped the side of her head. She looked like a frenzied shopper who’d
lost her shopping list and was trying to recall each item in the order in which
they appeared.
She reached up and pinched her nose.
Instead of finding it annoying, I found myself attracted to it.
Here,
let me help …
Finally she stopped fidgeting and
looked at me. “Mr. Pettit, allow me to apologize, please. I just got back from
Valhalla, and I’ve got a bit of the jitters.
I’m jumping at conclusions.”
“I hear jitters can be a common problem
for space-goers,” I said. I reached over and nudged a chair away from the
table. “Have a seat.”
Julia jabbed me with her elbow. I
leaned over and whispered, “Let’s see how much information we can get.” Then I
kissed her neck and this seemed to appease her.
Jessica Thibideau glanced back at her
sedan. “All right. I am starving.”
She sat and whispered a command that brought up a translucent eight-panel
octagonal grid interface that encircled her.
Impressive.
But where’s the projector? An implant? No—more likely embedded in clothing.
Signorina Thibideau twirled her finger and
jabbed at one of the displays on the panel to her left. She glanced at me.
“How’s the pizza here?”
“Out of this world,” I said, trying to
suppress the corner of my mouth from rising slightly. I failed.
Jessica closed her eyes, sighed, then
placed her order.
Julia leaned in and whispered, “She
seems flighty to me.”
“Jitters is typically temporary.”
“Permanent jitters, in her case, if you ask me,” Julia
commented.
About the Author

 

D.A. Hewitt is an award-winning author of four novels and
over a hundred short stories. One novel was awarded a gold medal from the
Independent Publishers Book Awards for best regional fiction. He attributes his
success to hard work, honing a skill and providing an outlet for his passion
for writing.


Born in Michigan,
he lived for 25 years in North Carolina
before returning to live in his home state. In addition to enjoying sky diving
and mountain climbing, he is a proud veteran of the US Marine Corps and has
earned a degree in mathematics.
Mr. Hewitt admits to a fascination with the work of Carl
Jung and of the Gnostic religion. He’d always thought intertwining these topics
in a science fiction novel was a stretch, but one day the storyline of Dominion
came to him. He wrote the novel in a stream of consciousness. “It makes sense,
tapping into the collective unconscious,” Mr. Hewitt says, “very much like Carl
Jung might have predicted.”

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