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Monday, July 31, 2017

Release Day Blitz & Giveaway For REX by Cody B. Stewart, Mark Rogers and Adam Rocke

Cody B. Stewart, Mark Rogers, and Adam Rocke
Genre: Middle Grade
Publisher: Common Deer Press
Date of Publication: October 5, 2016
ISBN: 978-0-9959729-1-6
Number of pages: 320 pages
Cover Artist: Common Deer Press, Ellie Sipal

When eleven-year-old TJ finds a
weird looking egg in the Florida Everglades after a tropical 
storm rips 
through, naturally he takes it home for 
identification. It could be the egg of
a mutant duck or something, which would be awesome.

Problem is, the egg doesn’t look
like it came from a mallard, even a mutated one—it’s too 
big and heavy 
and…strange. So he hides it away in 
his closet and continues on with his life
as usual, doing his best to ignore the creepy men 
constantly banging at his
front door and the significant rise in military helicopter 
sightings in his 
typically quiet neighborhood. Then one 
day he comes home from school and it’s
as though a cyclone has gone through his bedroom.

Suddenly, TJ knows he’s dealing
with something a little more interesting—and a little 
more deadly—than a duck.


TJ and Sam stood silent and
still, too afraid to move or make a sound. “Wait a second,” 
TJ finally said.
“Mess downstairs? We weren’t downstairs.”

eyes met and they shared the same thought. 
They darted into TJ’s room, emerging
a moment later, sufficiently rearmed with the slingshot and bat. 
Then, they 
snuck downstairs to assess the damage.

TJ saw the extent of the wreckage, he almost let 
another marble rip. His heart
sank when he spotted the demolished cherry pie.

Kitty,” Sam uttered, marveling at the mess. 
“I think your house is haunted, TJ.
You have one of those polter-geese.”

TJ corrected. “Poltergeist. Do you think a ghost 
hatched out of that egg?”

don’t know what it was that came out of that thing, but I 
know it’s a huge pain 
in my butt. Since you found it, 
I’ve almost been eaten by an alligator, shot by
a swamp cowboy, and now I’m stuck cleaning up its mess.”

and TJ grumbled at each other, and ghosts, and the 
whole world as they scrubbed
the floors, wiped the counters, and picked up bits of broken 
plate and other 
unidentifiable things. Once the kitchen 
sparkled, Sam threw her dirty rag at 

that this wasn’t a fun night or anything, but I’m going 
home before the ground
splits open and we get attacked by mole people.”

leaving?” TJ shrieked. “While there’s still a possible 
ghost goblin poltergeist
thingy stalking around my house?”

shrugged. “Ghost goblin poltergeist thingies got 
nothing on my dad when I miss
curfew. Call me if something tries to eat you.”

***** ***** *****

Fatigue hit TJ hard. He yawned 
and didn’t stop yawning 
until he reached his bedroom door. His mind raced in
circles. He couldn’t focus on any one thing long enough to 
even care about 
poltergeists or alligators or whatever. 
All he wanted to do was go to sleep
with the hope that he’d wake up in the morning with all 
of his limbs still 

TJ’s reflexes were working just fine despite his 
mostly asleep brain. He opened 
the door and ducked just in 
time to avoid getting hit square in the face with a
flying sneaker. He dropped to the floor and covered his head 
with his arms. He 
peeked up when he was sure the other 
sneaker wasn’t going to follow. He
instantly wished he had his helmet—and the swamp cowboy
—because standing on his
bed was the thing that had destroyed his room and the kitchen…

A one-foot tall Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Cody B. Stewart
was born in the Adirondacks, in Upstate New York. His love of stories began in those mountains as he vanquished trolls, fought in the American Revolution and discovered his latent mutant powers. Stories have continued to consume his life, but he now plucks them out of his head and puts them down on paper in the
form of novels and comic books. He left the Adirondacks to grow into a man, did so, and has since returned with a wonderfully supportive wife and two sons.

Mark Rogers’ career as a travel journalist has brought him to 56 countries and counting. These trips have fed his imagination while at the same time provided authentic experiences and sensory detail that find their way into his novels and
screenplays. Mark’s won multiple awards for his travel writing, including an award for his Hurricane Ivan coverage in Jamaica. His work regularly appears in USA Today and other media outlets. Mark lives in Baja California with his Sinaloa-born wife, Sophy, where they recently built a rock house overlooking
the sea.

Adam Rocke never met an adventure he didn’t love. From swimming with great white sharks without a cage, to jumping out of a plane without a parachute, Adam’s adrenaline junkie tendencies play a major role in his writing.Throw in a secondary degree in CryptoZoology, and it’s anyone’s guess where Adam’s literary travels will take

1 comment:

Jennifer Herrington said...

Thanks so much for hosting REX! REX is also on sale on the Common Deer Press website,

Have a great day!

Jenn @ Common Deer Press