Introducing My Publisher: Morgan James Publishing (Take 2)

Hi guys!

Last week I did a post introducing my publisher, Morgan James Publishing, and saying a few things about them. I called it ‘Take 1’. This week, I’m doing another post about my publisher that I’m calling ‘Take 2’. It’s the official (and probably final) take, haha! Here goes:

***Official Take***

Morgan James Publishing was founded in 2003 by David L. Hancock, a mortgage banker at the time, who had written a book and been less than thrilled with the conventional book publishing process—yet pleasantly surprised by the immense power of publishing a book.

Created by an Entrepreneurial Author for Entrepreneurial Authors, Morgan James became the first hybrid publisher to blend the strength of traditional publishing with the flexibility of self-publishing.

“Morgan James makes an extraordinary effort to help its authors to grow their own business”
– Publisher’s Weekly’s Lynn Andriani and Jim Milliot.

David, with his bride, Susan, named the new company after their two children, daughter Morgan Renee and son Ethan James.

In just over fifteen short years, Morgan James Publishing has grown from publishing 6 books per year to publishing an average of 150 front list titles each year, with a backlist of over 2,000 titles.

Morgan James focuses on four book categories: Nonfiction, Fiction, Faith, and Kids.

Our vision is to publish titles that educate, encourage, inspire and entertain with current, consistent, relevant, titles available everywhere books are sold.

We even have something exciting we are working on called ‘Morgan James Complete’. Unlimited access to all of our books on any device. A subscription plan for only $10/mo. that includes our front list titles, many up to 3 months ahead of bookstores. It also includes our bestselling backlist titles. Let’s Read!

Morgan James Publishing is regularly ranked by Publisher’s Weekly as one of the fastest growing publishers in the nation. Morgan James ranked #44 on Fast Company’s Fast 50 for its significant accomplishments and impact on the industry over the last ten years.

For more information about my publisher, go here.

***And…Cut!***

That’s it guys. Thank you for reading! I’m so excited to be working with the team at Morgan James Publishing. I can’t wait for the book to be finished and finally be in your hands. I’ll be sharing more details about the book in subsequent posts. If there’s anything specific you want to know, drop me a line in the comment section below. If not, still drop me a line even if it’s to say hello. I’d love to hear from you.

Cheers!

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Introducing My Publisher: Morgan James Publishing (Take 1)

Hi guys! So, in my last post I dropped a bomb on y’all, telling you that I landed a publishing deal a couple of months ago. In another post, I’m going to tell you HOW I landed this deal and my journey to this point. In this post, I’m introducing my publisher.

*drum roll*

MORGAN JAMES PUBLISHING!

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Yay!

Yeah, you probably already figured that out from the title. Ha! Morgan James Publishing is a tier one Independent New York based publisher with offices in the United States, Canada, Europe and Australia. They have a couple of New York Times Best Sellers on their belt, which I think is really cool, seeing how I want to be a NYT Bestselling author and with this first book!

Morgan James Publishing is a traditional publisher, so no vanity press and whatnot. They were recently ranked by Publishers Weekly as one of the fastest growing independent publisher in the U.S.

Okay. That’s my brief unofficial overview on Morgan James. Nice, huh? That’s what I thought.

The deal I signed with Morgan James Publishing is great. Better than average, in fact. I’m super excited about being a Morgan James author and can’t wait for my YA book to be published. I don’t have a final date, yet, but I do have a meeting in two weeks with the team. We’re supposed to talk about final release dates, timeline and a host of other important things. As soon as I have more information, I’ll let you know.

Fingers crossed.

Hello World!

Hi everyone and happy easter!

I’m back! Yes, I’m back! For good this time, because this is home…

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I have a lot to share with you that I’m totally bristling with excitement right now as I type out this post. I’ve been working behind the scene on a lot of projects, some of which are mine, some of which aren’t (ghostwriting and stuff).

However, I’m making a commitment to start blogging actively again. So you’re going to be  getting a lot of my posts weekly going forward. I admit there’s another reason for this besides the fact that I want to reconnect with you and that is I’m going to need your help in the coming weeks and months. Here’s why.

I landed a publishing deal a couple of months ago. YAY!!

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It’s for a YA Fantasy Adventure. I’ll be telling you all about this publishing deal in the following posts. But it’s huge, it’s exciting, and I’m so glad to be taking this next big step as an author.  I’m now going to be traditionally published, which means aside from being on all online retail store, you can expect to see my books in the bookstores!

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I may be revisiting some of my self-published works now and then, while I work with my publisher on getting this new book ready for prime time.

I’m also working on another exciting new story, which is definitely getting the whole ‘traditional publisher’ treatment, haha! I’m totally stoked about this new book! It’s huge folks, I tell you. I’m going to be doing all sorts of reveals about this new story I’m working on with time.

See why I’ll need your help? To get the word out.

There’s a lot of fun happening here. A lot of great stories and wonderful experiences in these books. I’m sharing them with you, hoping that you would share them with others. Share the posts. Tell someone about these books. Encourage them to like and follow my blog.

I’m also active on social media: Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. The more the merrier, and we like it merrier, don’t we? :).

Well, there you have it! These are just a few of the things that have been happening with me. I’m glad I have you all caught up with me. I would love to know what’s been happening with you, your dreams and all. Let me know in the comment section below!

Wrath of Elijah (#1, The Blood Moons Series) – AVAILABLE NOW!!!

…after four blood moons, bad things will happen.

Though the patriarchs of faith are dead, they live on through their descendants. Their traits, strengths, and even weaknesses—all transferred from up the generational line down to the twenty first century. But as these patriarchs live on through their offspring, so do their foes. The same battles are being fought. Only, the stakes are higher now than they were then.

Johnny Akinwale is your average 12 year old boy living with his parents in the slums of Ajegunle. In the day he goes to school; in the night he survives on the streets by wits and sheer force of will. At birth, he was diagnosed with a rare disease which left him perpetually feverish. He was consigned to living a marginalized life and one of great distress and sorrow. However, what the doctors did not know was that the root of Johnny’s fevers was not in science but in an ancient power he possessed as a result of who he was—one same power which runs in his bloodline. Johnny Akinwale is a descendant of the fiery prophet, Elijah.

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Johnny neither knows of this power nor of the fact that it has pitted him against evil forces that are beyond the control of a 12 year old. Nevertheless, this becomes clear to him as he encounters Sagnarok. A lieutenant in the armies of Hell, Sagnarok has been sent to the ancient city of Lagos to trigger the blood moons. Johnny must heed the call to greatness and stop Sagnarok against all odds.

Johnny does not know what the blood moons will cause. Only that after four blood moons, bad things will happen.

Kindle version Now Available for $3.99:

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Print version Now Available for $8.25:

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Read an excerpt HERE.

Have you already read the book? Let me know what you think by commenting below. Don’t forget to share this with your friends!

The Blood Moons: Chapter Reveal! (A Look Inside!)

Chapter Seven

 Desolation of Orunmila

Timi started swinging the moment the creatures began to attack. Bursts, and intermittently short floods, of fire blasted from Johnny’s hands, and tens of monkey-like creatures caught on fire. But there were simply too many creatures to blast with fire. They were overwhelmed and overpowered within seconds…

CONTINUE HERE

 

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Wrath of Elijah – Contents REVEAL!

Okay, so The Blood Moons: Wrath of Elijah releases this January 24 for the Kindle Version. The Print Version will be available for purchase sooner. When it’s out, you’ll be the first to know. Here’s what you can expect to see in the book:

CONTENTS

For: Print Version

Books by Kachi Ugo

1          The Spark

2          Scales of Yeshua

3          Wrath of Elijah

4          Descendants of the Patriarchs

5          The Blood Moons

6          West Wind and East Wind

7          Desolation of Orunmila

8          Esther vs. Solomon

9          Fly Birdie!

10        Zule Charms a Hellish Creature

11        The Boy Who Wields the Thunder

12        Battle in the Clouds

13        The Point that Kisses the Stars

14        Sagnarok

15        Angelus Mikhail

Glossary

Patriarchs and gods

Attack of the Sea Monster: Sneak Peek

About the Author

Up next: Chapter Reveal

This January 24

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Print Version Available Sooner!

The Blood Moons Series: Wrath of Elijah Coming This January 24!

THIS JANUARY 24

…after four blood moons, bad things will happen.

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Though the patriarchs of faith are dead, they live on through their descendants. Their traits, strengths, and even weaknesses—all transferred from up the generational line down to the twenty first century. But as these patriarchs live on through their offspring, so do their foes. The same battles are being fought. Only, the stakes are higher now than they were then.

Johnny Akinwale is your average 12 year old boy living with his parents in the slums of Ajegunle. In the day he goes to school; in the night he survives on the streets by wits and sheer force of will. At birth, he was diagnosed with a rare disease which left him perpetually feverish. He was consigned to living a marginalized life and one of great distress and sorrow. However, what the doctors did not know was that the root of Johnny’s fevers was not in science but in an ancient power he possessed as a result of who he was—one same power which runs in his bloodline.

Johnny Akinwale is a descendant of the fiery prophet, Elijah.

Johnny neither knows of this power nor of the fact that it has pitted him against evil forces that are beyond the control of a 12 year old. Nevertheless, this becomes clear to him as he encounters Sagnarok. A lieutenant in the armies of Hell, Sagnarok has been sent to the ancient city of Lagos to trigger the blood moons. Johnny must heed the call to greatness and stop Sagnarok against all odds.

Johnny does not know what the blood moons will cause. Only that after four blood moons, bad things will happen.

Coming Soon!

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Up next: Content Reveals! Stay Tuned.

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Have You Read ‘The Great Hunt’?

Short Description:

Having just turned seventeen, Samantha Krus, daughter of the Lord of the Hunt, must embark on a once in a five year pilgrimage of blood to Aloehexa called the Great Hunt. But Sam, in a fit of compassionate rage, has broken the most sacred law known to Hannibus. If she’s caught, her life and body will be forfeit. However, when she discovers a plot to wipe out Aloehexans in the capital city of Granadia with a chemical weapon, she risks everything to stop it.

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Long Description:

Small. Feeble. Aloehexans.

In a world where all animals are dead, humans have had to evolve into two distinct species in order to balance the natural order and ensure survival: Hannibians—an extremely powerful, yet civilized race of cannibals who possess all the qualities of a savage beast while embodying that which is human; and Aloehexans—a peaceful and prosperous race of grass eaters who outnumber and outgun the Hannibians a thousand to one.

Having just turned seventeen, Samantha Krus, daughter of the Lord of the Hunt, and Luke Odenigwe, son of the Master of the Hunt in Renia, along with over one hundred other seventeen year olds, must embark on a once in a five year pilgrimage of blood to Aloehexa called the Great Hunt. But Sam, in a fit of compassionate rage, has broken the most sacred law known to Hannibus—Secila no Cranadia, meaning no meat goes to waste. And Luke, failing to report Sam, becomes an accomplice in this crime. If they are caught, their lives and bodies will be forfeit. However, when they discover a plot to wipe out Aloehexans in the capital city of Granadia with a chemical weapon, leaving three million bodies poisoned and inedible, they risk everything to stop it.

With the investigations leading in their direction and their success in the Great Hunt threatened, Sam and Luke must withstand assaults to their resolve and even their friendship if they are to stop the plot. Because failure might very well mean the end of Hannibus as they know it.

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Here are a few places you can get this eBook:

Amazon

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Kobo

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Get a copy for yourself and your friends! Happy reading!

Cheers

KU

Attack of the Sea Monster (#1, The Mewraters Series) – An Introductory Post

Ah… The much awaited post.

Okay, so I’ll get right to it.

My upcoming book is titled Attack of the Sea Monster. It is the first book in a series titled Mewranters.

It is a coming-of-age Upper Middle Grade Fantasy tale about 12 year old Perry Johnson, the main protagonist, who must rise to the fullness of his power and battle the Sea Monster, who is terrorizing the East River. (I’ll be posting a fuller description soon).

Mewranters is a name I came up with for the set of people among us who possess the ability to change into three different forms: an Aerial form, a Terrestrial form, and an Aquatic form. Their original Charter is to defend the world against Nature’s evil personality at these three frontiers. They exist all around the world, defending the world against monstrosities conjured by “Evil Nature”. Of course, there are those that abuse their powers as we’ll see in the book. (More on these later).

The book releases in June; maybe earlier; I’ll know as soon as the manuscript is back from my editor. The cover is ninety percent done, and everything is looking good.

Though written for Middle Graders and Young Adults, Attack of the Sea Monster can be enjoyed by everyone.

More coming soon.

By the way, have you read The Great Hunt?

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If yes, kindly leave a review at your favorite retailer. If not, you can get your copy at these retailers: Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes and Noble, Kobobooks, and Scribd

Cheers!

KU

Prophecy (#1, The Levitators Series) – A Sneak Peek

Hi there!

So a couple of days ago I hit a hundred followers on Facebook! Exciting, right? I know! To celebrate my followers on Facebook, I decided to post a part of an early scene in a book I’m currently working on.

Book one in a series titled Levitators, Prophecy is a story not unlike stories about Elementals. However, this is one book about Elementals you’ve probably never read before. The concept is unique, fresh, and interesting.

Prophecy (#1, The Levitators Series)

 Copyright 2016

By Kachi Ugo

The following is an excerpt of the first draft of an upcoming book by Kindle Bestselling Author, Kachi Ugo. All rights reserved.

Enjoy!

Peter arrived at the lookout post and found Mr. Barkley standing in the glaring sun with about five dozen chopped wood lying in scattered heaps around him. There was another man Peter didn’t recognize a little ways down the path, past the large wooden house next to Mr. Barkley. Peter didn’t recognize him, but the man was dressed like a gang biker, chains, tattoos and all. He had a hard look in his eyes, and his hands were balled into fists.

“Hello, Mr. Barkley,” Peter said as he approached the man. “It’s me, Peter.”

A look of confusion flashed across the man’s face. “Peter?” Barkley Sanders was one of Peter’s father’s right hand men. He was a powerful Wooder, though you wouldn’t suspect this, what with his puffy appearance, tender eyes, and simple dressing. He was wearing a plain bottom down shirt and pants.

“Yes,” Peter assured him. “I’m here to see my father.”

A huge smile lit up the man’s face. He tackled Peter in a bear hug. “Peter?” he said afterwards. “It’s been what … five years?”

Peter smiled. “It’s been a long time.”

“Hey, Barkley, is everything alright there?” the other man called.

“Everything is fine, Blake,” Mr. Barkley replied. “It’s Peter Crawford.”

“Come on,” he said to Peter. “Let’s get you inside. Your father and brother will be thrilled to have you back.”

Peter nodded and allowed the big man lead him further down the path. His father he was sure of; his brother, he was not so sure of. Blake nodded at him as they passed by and disappeared into the woods.

“A lot has changed since you left,” Mr. Barkley said.

“Really?”

“Well, first your father is now Chief Elder.”

Peter nodded. He’d heard the news a couple of months ago. His father had won by a unanimous vote of the Council of Elders. Unlike Metalers who had a monarchical system of governance, or the Earthers, who preferred democracy, Wooders favored a communal system of ruling its people. Each clan was guided by an Elder, who was part of the Council of Elders. A Chief Elder was elected every two years and had a final say on every matter concerning Wooders.

“There’s also been a lot of people living in your house since you left,” Barkley continued. They’d left the dirt strip, which ended in a thick wall of trunks, and found a hidden path leading deeper into the forest. Barkley didn’t seem to show any sign of it, but the more time Peter spent in the cover of the towering trees, the more anguish tried to rend his heart. He found himself stifling winces and decided it was better if he didn’t accidently touch any of the trees.

“What do you mean a lot of people?” Peter asked, tensed. He didn’t really like a lot of people. Too many variables.

“It’s as if he couldn’t bear to be left alone after you ran away,” Barkley said, as if a teenager running away from home was as normal as a dog crossing the street. “I mean, when he became Chief Elder, there were more people living in the house and even more people coming in and going out. But it all started when you left.”

Barkley grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to a stop. “Listen to me, kid,” he said in a serious tone. “You left us for good when you were a teenager.”

Peter started to protest. “Mr. Barkley—”

“Ah, ah,” he cut him off, shaking his head. “No one’s accusing you of anything. What I’m saying is I hope you’re back for good.”

Peter kept silent. He was anything but back for good. However, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t get what he wanted by going around telling everybody he was only here to use them.

Mr. Barkley gestured down the path, where it met another dead end. Peter took a closer look, and he realized that it wasn’t just cut off by tall trees. These trees were evidently out of place and wrongly grown … except they’d been Levitated into place. Their trunks were about thirty feet in diameter, rising to a height of about a hundred feet. Like a raft, each trunk looked like they’d been slammed into place to form a formidable wall, stretching away from the path on both sides.

Set in place by reverence, Peter reached out from his core and felt the trunk directly before him. It wasn’t shallow. He could feel its hardness. He could feel its unyieldedness.

Baobab,” Peter whispered, his gaze following the wall as it went stretching east and out of sight.

“Fire resistant barks, leafless most of the year, toughest tree known to man,” Barkley said with a hint of pride in his voice. “It’s the perfect protective barrier around the Chief’s house.” He paused, gave a look in the direction of the lookout post, and added, “That is, of course, when you add the numerous Wooders patrolling the environs.”

Peter still couldn’t wrap his mind around it. The enormity of magical power it would have taken to make the wall. It was staggering. “These trees don’t even grow here. How could he have so many in so little time?”

Barkley smiled. “Growing them is easy, you know that. Levitating them under this atmosphere, now that’s the hard part. Once they had been grown to maturity on the Westside, they’d been transported here. It had almost killed your father to raise up the barrier.” He looked up at the trees around them with a pained look in his eyes. Berkley felt it, too. The struggle and strife. Only he had developed an innate resistance to it.

“No one gets in unless they can Levitate wood,” Barkley said, pulling out of his reverie. “I’ve got to get back.” He turned and walked back the same way they had come.

Peter stood where Barkley had left him, not sure what to do next. He hadn’t done any heavy Levitating since he’d ran away. Not Levitating was one way he could forget about his past. Now he stood before the hardest tree in the world, which his father had used to form a wall around his house, and he was expected to make a path through five layers of it in an area that made it impossibly hard for Wooders to use their powers.

He was beginning to think his father had built the wall specifically to keep him out. The son who had betrayed him and ran away.

Peter desperately thought of alternatives to solve his problem. Yet, no matter how he thought of it, the only way forward was through these Baobab trees.

Peter let his mind fall to silence and took in a deep breath. The pain came rushing back into the fore of his mind. Peter let it swirl there for a moment, feeling decades of violation and outright injustice against wildlife pierce through his consciousness with rabid intensity. He put a leash around the storm and brought it under control like a chariots master.

Peter stepped closer to the four trunks occupying where the road should have been, until he could perceive the raw fruity scent it gave off. He puffed out a breath, swallowed hard, and reached out and touched the rough trunk surface. Immediately, his mind was flooded with imageries of each tree that formed the barrier. Where they’d been grown, their life cycle, what Wooder had manipulated them in anyway. It was strange.

He could feel every one Baobab tree, smell their specific scent, and taste their sweet, tangy flavor on his tongue. The information he was receiving was too much for him to bear, and they kept on pouring into his mind with the force of a flood. Peter’s senses became overloaded by the onslaught, and he began to swoon.

Before he could blackout, he felt another Wooder make contact with the barrier somewhere along its circumference. The Wooder spoke calming and assuring words to him, skillfully channeling some of the inflow away from his mind. Peter pushed back on the inflow, stifling it to a reasonable speed.

It was then Peter realized the ground was vibrating. The trees were responding to him, setting of a vibratory response into the ground. Peter also realized there was a limit to what he could do now he had control of the barrier. He could still sense their unyieldedness.

“I need a path through,” he muttered, reaching two imaginary hands through the middle of the two center trunks. He felt a spark of resistance at the intrusion and paused to let it fizzle. He began to shove them apart. The vibration got worse, the resistance to his mind flared, and the trees began to push apart from each other.

With each feet he moved the trees, he felt his life-force drain away. The ground trembled. Barks wined aloud. Leaves and fruits rained down. Peter fought blackouts, desperately clinging onto life, until a two man path stood between him and the open field beyond.

Peter relinquished his hold of the Baobab barrier and collapsed to the floor. He felt like a massive weight had lifted from him. He found himself panting, and his blue polo T shirt was drenched in perspiration. Peter looked up at the path he had made and the first thing that caught his attention was the impossibly huge mansion standing in the center of a wide open field. Then he saw a crowd of people standing on the other side. And they were all staring at him in amazement.

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Hope you guys are having a great week. I know I am, writing Levitators and preparing Mewranters for publishing.

Cheers!

KU

Kindle Bestselling Author