5 great reviews from 3 different countries for THE PASSWORD IS WISHPERS …

Five NetGalley/Goodreads reviewers from Tennessee, Pennsylvania, Canada and Great Britain share their thoughts on Jack Chaucer’s new children’s book, THE PASSWORD IS WISHPERS, now available in paperback at Amazon and Hickory Stick Bookshop in Washington Depot, as well as major e-retailers.

“Such a super quick, and very cute story about keeping a group of small children calm during a scary situation. Even though it is only around 30 pages long, I have already fallen in love with the author and his writing style, and I cannot wait to check out more of his stuff.”

— Jemma Hammond, author and reviewer from Great Britain

“Ever wonder what kids do during a school lockdown? How do teachers keep their classes quiet when they are in such an emergency situation?

THE PASSWORD IS WISHPERS is a tale of imagination and playful fantasy set in the context of a lockdown. Mrs. Shea keeps her class of twelve students quiet and calm with a trip to the Isle of Wishpers. With their eyes closed, Mrs. Shea uses storytelling to guide them through their trip. Each child has an opportunity to whisper a wish (wishper) to add flair to the story.

The tale was beautifully written. I was in awe of Mrs. Shea’s ability to smoothly incorporate each child’s wish into her story and change the direction of the story without hesitation. I could see the eager faces of the children and imagine teachers inspired to tell similar tales to their own classes during lockdown drills or the real thing.”

— Liz Tipping, book reviewer from Joelton, Tennessee

“This is a very good story that shows the school classroom during a lockdown. I can’t exactly describe the quality that sticks with you other than to say that the story created a sense of peace in me. I can only hope that my children have a teacher like this in a similar situation. The teacher’s quiet confidence sticks with you after the story is finished. It does feel like it could use a few more illustrations. The ones that are included are well done and help bring the wishes the students make alive.”

— Richelle Zirkle, former school and government librarian in Houston, Pennsylvania

“As a retired elementary school teacher/administrator, we had to practice lockdown drills with our students. Because they were always drills, I do not think they were taken as seriously as they should have been. I liked that this story emphasized being quiet, taking it seriously. the story the teacher and students whispered was calming and kept them on task. The story was a bit long and probably could have used more illustrations. The illustrations that were there were large, vivid and colourful. This would be a great book to read before a lockdown drill or emergency so the activity could be used when the time arises. A nice addition to a primary classroom.”

— Carla Johnson-Hicks, retired teacher and primary school administrator in Windsor, Ontario, Canada

“I liked the colourful illustrations dotted throughout the book, allowing the reader to imagine what is happening a bit clearer. It’s a unique book. I’ve not come across anything similar before which is nice.”

— Rebecca Walsh, primary school educator in Great Britain

Advertisements

THE PASSWORD IS WISHPERS officially released today!

My new children’s book is now available in Amazon paperback, Kindle, Apple iTunes, Kobo, Smashwords, etc., as well as the Hickory Stick Bookshop in Washington Depot! The amazing cover art and illustrations are by Jeanine Henning of Cape Town, South Africa!

Here’s the Amazon link …

And here’s what Joanne M. Moore, MLS, school library media specialist at Litchfield Center School in Litchfield, Connecticut, USA, had to say about the book:

“Author Jack Chaucer sensitively addresses a solemn school exercise in his first children’s book, The Password Is Wishpers. Along with fire drills and other safety measures, lockdown drills are standard in schools of today, and the author’s message soothes and distracts students in the fictional story about the sensitive topic. In the story, during an extended drill, the teacher and her students weave an exciting tale of adventure. Along the way, the children spell the word CHILDHOOD, as they discover and are reminded that their childhood is a gift to be cherished every day. Although silence is often required during a lockdown drill, if whispering is permitted, the book has a comforting message and is an exciting read. The book would be an excellent one to “whisper read” to students during lockdown drills in every school.”

A children’s book about school lockdowns? … unfortunate but true

I wrote my new children’s book, “The Password Is Wishpers,” because unfortunately in this world we live in, even our youngest school kids must participate in lockdown drills in case the next Adam Lanza shows up at our schools.

It is not lost on me that my 6-year-old twins are now the same age as many of the victims at Sandy Hook. I literally consulted with my son and daughter on the lockdown procedure they have experienced while writing this book. “The Password Is Wishpers” puts a positive spin on that experience with a resourceful and imaginative teacher, who weaves a tale from the whispered wishes of her first-grade students.

The lesson is to protect and treasure childhood innocence, even in a situation as horrible as a school lockdown.

This transitional book for first- through fourth-graders is 34 pages and will be published in paperback on Aug. 4 ($12.99 on Amazon), well in time for school and children’s libraries to order for the 2017-18 school year.

Jeanine Henning
of South Africa did the amazing cover art and interior illustrations. She handled every piece of art with incredible sensitivity to the book’s tricky subject matter for such young readers.

And what exactly is a wishper?

A wish made with a whisper = wishper

Check out this Goodreads link for the book blurb and more details:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35264578-the-password-is-wishpers

New children’s book coming out in August!

I had a lot of fun collaborating with my 6-year-old twin son and daughter on my latest book, “The Password Is Wishpers,” which will be on NetGalley this summer and published in time for the 2017-18 school year. Color illustrations by the amazing Jeanine Henning of Cape Town, South Africa, really bring this story of classroom unity, imagination and treasuring childhood to life!

Here’s a link to the Goodreads page and blurb for the book …

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35264578-the-password-is-wishpers

Sneak preview of Nikki White: Polar Extremes … Chapter 1 … SHARKS!!!

Here’s a teaser to the third installment in the trilogy, NIKKI WHITE: POLAR EXTREMES, which is out today, March 24, 2017, the very day the sun sets for six months of darkness at South Pole Station, the setting for much of this story.

But first, Nikki must survive a swim with sharks near Dyer Island, South Africa … here is Chapter 1, in its entirety. Enjoy …

Cheers,
Jack Chaucer

PART 1

CHAPTER 1: DYER SITUATION

Nikki Janicek’s
point of view

January 1, 2020
Off the coast
of South Africa,
near Dyer Island

The sea gulls taunted me with their freedom.

They had it and I didn’t. And they could fly anywhere, but no, they had to show off, shrieking at me as they cruised alongside the boat.

After months of indoor isolation and captivity, I suppose I should’ve been rejoicing at this “reward” of fresh, saltwater air; a new start and new training for the new year. But the sun that I hadn’t seen or felt in so long was a no-show, masked by thick, dark-gray clouds; the air was stained with the stench of fish guts, and my own guts were roiling from sea sickness.

To add insult to indignity, a sea hag kept heckling me from the rear of the boat in German, Dutch or whatever the hell it was.

My only consolation was Roy, the biggest and blackest of my abductors, looked even more nauseous than I did. He sat on the bench a few feet to my left and held his breakfast back with a massive hand over his mouth.

That’s when the mystery captain, driving the boat behind tinted glass on the upper deck, suddenly cut the engine, leaving us to pitch and roll in lazy, 6- to 8-foot swells. The torturous motion immediately forced me to get up and stagger to the rail. I might have fought it back, but the sound of Roy hurling over the opposite rail was too much. Out it came, pouring into the sea below.

Happy Effing New Year.

And not one drink the night before to make it remotely worth it.

Then the short, stocky sea hag approached me with a big gray scooper in her hand and a prankster smile on her weather-beaten face.

“To settle the stomach, ja,” she attempted in gruff English.

She showed me the fish head and cackled. I seized up and wretched the rest of my innards overboard. Before I could regroup enough to curse her out, she was already back at the stern stirring her revolting cauldron of dead fish.

I just flipped her off with zero satisfaction, turned around and headed for the bow. The island was in front of us, its hilly outline barely visible in the haze. Yes, it was summer here, on the underside of the world. Little did I know at the time how far under I would go.

Could I jump off and swim fast enough to escape a speed boat? Definitely not. Even if I just swam normally without fear of being caught, would I reach the island before hypothermia set in? Not likely. They had warned me the water was cold, even in the summer, due to the Antarctic currents. And all they had given me to wear was a skimpy, two-piece turquoise bikini. There were no wetsuits in sight.

Was there anyone even on that island who could help me? And if my father couldn’t help me escape from The Bridge, who could?

Tears stung my eyes just as I instinctively felt someone else’s eyes on me. I turned to look up at the second deck and there he was: Dr. Peter van Wooten, smiling down at me. The rage took a second to fully engulf me, but then came his predictable wink, setting me off like a bomb.

“You!!! Where’s my father?! What did you do with Bill?! Where’s Adam and Max?! Why are you driving me around on this boat?!”

But he just kept smiling … and the next thing I felt was a hard shove from behind, and nothing hard beneath my bare feet.

The sea hag had bull-rushed me overboard, her laughs suddenly silenced when I belly-flopped into the ocean. I got my mouth above water and screamed from the pain, not from my collarbone — that had fully healed since Hurricane Felicia — but because that’s how frigid the water felt.

As I forced my shocked limbs to swim back toward the bow, the engine kicked on and the boat whipped around. It began moving away from me, so now I was chasing the stern. Peter had climbed down the rear ladder and joined the hag, both clearly amused by my predicament.

With no wetsuit, I knew I wouldn’t last long in this water before hypothermia set in. The island was too far away. I had to catch the boat, no matter how much it killed me to swim toward these assholes.

My lungs and body ached as I churned after the boat as fast as I could. Again the sea gulls taunted me, trailing the boat with ease and hovering around a big blue barrel next to the hag. That’s when she began reaching into the cauldron with her scooper and dumping the fish heads/guts into the water in front of me.

I slowed down for a second, repelled by the hideous smell, the gruesome chunks all around me and the terrible thoughts knifing through my brain.

“Fucking shark week!” I shouted, tredding the icy water and shooting Peter evil-yet-futile looks as the sea tossed me up and down.

He had grabbed a megaphone and directed it toward me, some 20 feet behind the slow-moving boat.

“Maybe now you’ll listen to my mother,” he said with a laugh, while wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “She can still kick some ass.”

She smiled, nodded and poured more shark bait into the sea.

“Nothing like starting the new decade off with a nice, brisk swim, eh Nikki?” Peter ribbed me into his megaphone. “But I’d advise you to pick up your pace and get back on deck as soon as possible.”

I swore at him through gulps of water, gagging and crashing through the waves as I resumed my ragged and desperate pursuit of the boat.

Then I heard the hag cry out. “Shark!!!”

She didn’t need a megaphone. I heard her well enough for the paralyzing chill to rip through me. And I’m sure she was only too happy to shriek that word in my language.

My response was to scream like a banshee until I realized maybe I better not draw any more attention to myself beyond my flailing and splashing.

Then my drenched eyes locked on the massive gray fin and I froze in the water, my teeth chattering as a wave washed over me.

The fin disappeared just as quickly, swerving around the front of the boat, so I surged forward again, but those foreign idiots kept driving the boat away from me.

“I’m really going to die. A great-white shark is going to have me for lunch,” I chattered to myself out loud, perhaps somehow trying to jinx the inevitable.

That’s when the boat stopped, still 20 or so feet away from me.

“Please … let me get back on!!” I shouted at Peter, who just eyed my predicament with morbid anticipation, like any fan of the movie, “Jaws.”

“Two sharks!!” the hag bellowed, pointing past me.

Now I would be a chew toy for two competing sharks, half of Nikki for each. I literally pissed into the sea and closed my eyes. I refused to even look back.

“Save her!” Peter suddenly yelled into his megaphone.

I faux-laughed, swallowed a rogue wave, choked and then wanted to scream, “Oh, now you fucks decide to save me, when it’s too fucking late!!”

But I never got the words out of my mouth for two reasons.

One, I saw what I thought was Fin No. 1 again, directly between me and the stern.

Two, a man in a hooded black wetsuit dove off the second deck and splashed into the water to the right of the boat.

He swam toward me and I rushed to meet him. He whipped around in front of me and shouted, “Put your arms around my neck!”

His voice sounded oddly familiar, but I didn’t get a good look at his face. He was young. And strong. I clung to his back through a wave and he swam us toward the boat.

“Thank you,” I yelled into his hooded ear as my eyes darted left and right to see where the next fin would pop up.

But my jaw dropped when he suddenly stopped in mid-stroke and jerked me off his back, still a good 8 feet from safety.

“What are you doing?!!” I screamed.

He grabbed me by the shoulders and looked me in the eyes.

“No fucking way!” he shouted.

I shuddered.

“B-but h-how?” was all I could stutter before I pushed away from his grasp and dove underneath the water. The cold didn’t even bother me anymore. I just dove and dove, ready to die — either by shark or lack of oxygen. I was done with this world.

However, the sight of a great-white shark under water, maybe 15 feet away, made me change my mind in a frozen heartbeat.

I shot back up to the surface and swam for the stern with whatever energy I had left.

“Save her or we’ll leave you both to die!” I heard Peter shout at Thomas “Lee” Harvey, his black hood bobbing in the water. The boat had moved slightly further away from us while I was under.

It was too late anyway. One of the sharks circled us both on his menu, mercifully choosing Thomas as the appetizer.

Yet Thomas refused to be lunch. When the shark’s head came up toward him at an angle, he reared back with his right arm and punched it hard near the eye. That caused the shark to swerve sharply away from us, enough so that I exploded toward the boat, thrashing violently until I reached the outstretched hand of our tormenter, Peter.

“That a girl!” he had the gall to say as he yanked me up with ease and placed my hypothermia-ruined body on the lower deck. At least I was still in one piece, I marveled to myself.

Peter tossed a warm blanket over my quasi-corpse, and then shouted toward the water, “Great job, Tom! There’s hope for you yet.”

“Fuck you!” Thomas shot back, refusing Peter’s attempt to assist him as he got back on board.

“Hey, shut the hell up and get yo ass back up here!” Roy shouted down from the top deck. “This ain’t some pussy prison.”

“No shit, I just punched out a shark.”

“A baby shark, really,” Peter pointed out, extending his arms as the boat dipped between waves. “Only about 3 meters long.”

Thomas shot him a homicidal stare, one I knew well. Peter just smiled, daring him to take a swing. Roy descended the ladder a few rungs and towered over both of them, but he glowered at Thomas.

“OK thug. Get back up there … or take your shot at a great black and see how that goes down,” Roy challenged him.

“And I wouldn’t call Roy a baby,” Peter quipped.

Thomas kept his mouth shut, started unzipping his wetsuit and dripped his way up the ladder following Roy. Thankfully, he never looked down at me, still a miserable heap on the deck.

Peter, on the other hand, flashed me his best anchor-man smile and, of course, a wink. I hissed and pulled the blanket over my head.

Thomas “Lee” Harvey — who should still be in prison on the other side of the world until 2039 for shooting me and Adam Upton because we derailed his plot to shoot up our New Hampshire high school — somehow had been reinserted into my real-life nightmare. He also had stared down a great-white shark and survived.

Looking at it another way, The Bridge had sprung my would-be killer out of jail and tricked him into rescuing me so they could apparently torture us both even more.

Perhaps succumbing as a chew toy for a “baby” shark would have been a more merciful fate after all.

Read the rest of the book on Kindle ($2.99) or in paperback ($13.99) at the Amazon link below. The book is also available at Hickory Stick Bookshop in Washington Depot, Conn., and all major ebook retailers. The first two books in the Nikki Janicek series, STREAKS OF BLUE and NIKKI BLUE: SOURCE OF TROUBLE, also are available at all of the same retailers.

Cal-Santa Barbara student fooled by Nikki White ending, Chaucer celebrates on release eve

Kailyn Kausen, an 18-year-old writing/literature student at University of California Santa Barbara, read STREAKS OF BLUE, NIKKI BLUE: SOURCE OF TROUBLE and NIKKI WHITE: POLAR EXTREMES (which officially drops tomorrow!) right in a row. She posted this awesome 4-star review that sums up her journey through the series on Goodreads and Amazon yesterday …

“Man, I’m angry with myself because I feel like I should have anticipated the ending to this book, but I didn’t, so cheers to Mr. Chaucer on that one.

I love the character transformations in this one. I was questionable at the end of the second book because I didn’t like where Nikki’s character was going. She seemed a little selfish, hopeless, and stupid, but in this last book, her character really takes a turn for the better. She decides to do something about her predicament and be smart about it.

Thomas also had great character development in this one, shown especially when he decides to tell Nikki what The Bridge plans to do to her. I wanted it to be Adam the entire time (from literally book one), but when Thomas gave Nikki the note and said something about wanting to give her a baby the right way, I was sold. Thomas, buddy, you deserve it (with Nikki’s consent of course).

For a while I was confused with The Bridge because why the heck would they put so much time and money into these individuals who are giving them a hard time, but then I finally came to the conclusion that The Bridge is literally an organizational embodiment of a politician. Getting the name out there? Check. Doing something crazy to raise their status? Attempted. Using money and force if necessary to bend people to their will? Necessary in any politician’s campaign.

I mentioned in my review of the second book that I didn’t see how the books tied together other than with the characters and that I didn’t think that was necessarily a strong enough connection for the books to make sense in a series together. I think this last book might have changed my mind on that (although I still wish there was another dream premonition) because Nikki’s connection to Thomas was the driving force of The Bridge in this last book. They were so power hungry they had to prove they could make a relationship as negative as Thomas and Nikki’s turn around completely.

A negative I had with the first book was an overwhelming amount of description. Throughout the first book, there was a growth in the writing style where the amount of description decreased. Throughout the series, an even more dramatic transformation. Nikki White has a great amount of description in my opinion – just enough to lay the scene, but little enough that the pacing isn’t slowed.

I don’t give out five stars hardly ever, except to books that I’ll keep coming back to five or ten years from now. I likely won’t keep coming back to this series, so I can’t give it five stars, but a different me in a different universe might slap a five on this book with no hesitation.”

NIKKI WHITE: POLAR EXTREMES IS OFFICIALLY RELEASED TOMORROW, MARCH 24th, as the sun really sets for six months of darkness at South Pole Station. Here’s the link to buy the Kindle and paperback editions. Kindle ($2.99) is available right now! Paperback ($13.99) out tomorrow!!

Thomas and Bill at the bar in Nikki White

Adobe Photoshop PDF“How did an old man like you hook up with Nikki in the first place?”

Bill gave me a fuck-you look and took another drink.

“I didn’t shoot her, for one,” he said with his smart-ass tone.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32701847-nikki-white