SUPER BOOK BLAST: LUCID

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MEDIA KIT_Book CoverBeing hailed by critics as an intelligent new voice in young adult fiction, Roers’ debut novel tells the anything but ordinary, coming of age story of a small town, teen aged, misfit named Travis Hunter.

Disfigured at birth and ostracized at school, Travis dreams of acceptance and secretly yearns for the affection of a beautiful young woman named Corrine. When a mysterious doctor promises to help Travis through something called lucid dreaming, Travis suddenly finds himself ushered into a secret society called “The Lucid”, a collection of social outcasts like himself, who have created their own world inside of dreams.

When Travis discovers he is able to bring Corrine into these dreams, he gets more than he ever bargained for and soon finds himself learning the secrets of love and life in a fantastic unconscious world.

An instant classic, Lucid is a timeless story of self-acceptance with a fresh paranormal twist.

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I gave her a funny look and loosened the drawstrings. A dark green stone fell out into my hand. It had little red splotches on it and was hung with three small chains from a silver crescent that looked like the moon. The metal of the crescent looked very old, as if it had been pounded by hand.

“You made me zink of it when you mentioned your dreams earlier.” Kelly said. “I zought you might appreciate it.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a talisman. According to legend, it was originally used by da Lucid as a gateway to da dream world.”

“That’s really cool,” I said, “What’s it got to do with me?”

“Talismans are very magical. Dey have da power to make extraordinary transformations. Why don’t you keep it for a while? See how it works?”

“Oh, come on,” I disagreed. “You don’t really believe that, do you?”

Doctor Kelly smiled. “I believe very much in powerful transformations.”

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Natalie Roers is a veteran writer, voice artist, and on-air personality. A journalist by trade, Lucid is her first work of fiction. She is busy at work on her second novel and hopes to raise money and social awareness for worthy causes with each book she writes. Natalie plans to donate a portion of every sale of this book to her favorite anti-bullying organizations. She lives with her husband Cory, and son Austin, in Columbia, South Carolina.

 

 

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Blurb Blitz: How NOT to Train a Zombie by Annie Rachel Cole

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5_13 Cover_How Not to Train a ZombieHow does a thirteen-year old become the most popular kid in 8th grade? He trains a zombie to be a pet… And that’s exactly what Max Taylor plans to do, even if he had to lie, steal, and lose his best friend in the process.

 

 

 

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“Training a zombie is not a stupid idea. Everyone will be so jealous and they’ll want one. But we’ll be the only ones who can train them. Not only will we be popular, but we’ll be rich,” said Max, quickly changing the conversation away from Kelly’s pool party as fast as he could. It irked him that Eddy Pratt, the geekiest kid in school got invited to the party and he, Kelly’s soon-to-be boyfriend, didn’t. How could Eddy Pratt be ranked higher than him on the school social ladder? How could Chad get invited and not him? It didn’t make any sense.

Max banged his fist against his head. It did too make sense. Eddy didn’t get invited because he was cool or anything like that. He got invited because his dad’s a zombie exterminator.

“Training a zombie like it’s some sort of pet is not only the most stupid idea I’ve ever heard, it won’t work. No way!” Chad opened his locker and put several books inside. “All you’re gonna do is break a whole lot of laws. Besides, I’ve already told Mr. Carter we’re doing an experiment to show how volcanos create islands.”

“And how is showing how volcanos create islands going to make up popular?”

“It’ll win us the science fair.”

“But if we train a zombie, we’ll not only win the science fair, we’ll be doing the town a huge favor.”

“How? By getting ourselves put in jail or worse like—you know—infected? No! Thank! You! There are rules about zombies for a reason. They are extremely infectious…”

About the Author:5_13 AuthorPicI live in Texas with my husband, son, and two cats who think they run the place. I read, write, play Texas Hold’em poker (I’m actually part of a local league), and occasionally I compete in BBQ competitions with my husband. Our team name is Outcast Cookers. I also teach in a public school.

My likes include: a wide variety of music (see my play list for book 2 on my blog), Star Trek (My son got me a signed picture of Patrick Stewart which sits on my desk.), Star Wars, Grimm (TV series), winter (though we don’t have snow), the holiday season, coffee, hot tea (with cream and sweetener), pizza (no anchovies though), puzzles, Edgar Allan Poe, Ray Bradbury, and JK Rowling.

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Guest Blog and giveaway: Lars D. H. Hedbor

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As my debut novel The Prize takes place during the American Revolution in the place where I grew up, along the shores of Vermont’s Lake Champlain, a great many of the details of day-to-day life in that specific place flowed naturally out of my own childhood and onto the page.

Of course, the passage of time and the onward march of civilization have made the Republic of Vermont of the 1770s into a completely foreign place to a resident of the state of Vermont more than two hundred years later. Youth was more fleeting then, with adult responsibilities falling on a young man’s shoulders with scarcely any warning, and certainly without the luxury of years of schooling and long, lazy days of summer vacations.

I never hunted geese using just a shovel, and most of my youthful fishing experience was for sport, along Vermont streams with my dad, rather than on the lake with my family depending upon my success. That said, the way that the air feels on an early spring morning, the feel of leaves underfoot in the woods, the quality of the light after a summer thunderstorm – all of these are constants that I could project backward in time to animate the pages of my book.

As well, the awkwardness of figuring out how to relate to those creatures of mystery, young women, was easy enough for me to depict, as I was never particularly suave in my own youth. Despite the chaotic period in which my characters are set into motion, I think it’s important to remember that the young men of that time were, just like us, more concerned with the possibilities of a chance meeting with a girl than in wrestling with the great questions of war, liberty and the meaning of citizenship.

That said, I know from my own childhood that even the most hormone-drenched youth will occasionally turn to other interests and pastimes, so my characters have interests and pastimes of their own. Likewise, they are not unfailing heroes of their own stories. They make mistakes, and they have deep regrets – and they make more of their failings than others around them might.

Most novelists wind up putting a fair amount of themselves into their books, so it’s fair to say that my own childhood has had a profound effect on how I write the youthful characters in my stories. And while I think that I may have accomplished a few interesting things as a teenager, I’ll go out on a limb and guess that I never affected the outcome of a revolution, unlike Caleb in The Prize!

I appreciate the opportunity to appear as a guest blogger here, and I hope that your visitors will give The Prize a read and let me know what they think of it. I’ll be happy to answer any questions that they may have in the comments – thanks again!

About the Author:MEDIA KIT Author photoLars D. H. Hedbor is an amateur historian, homebrewer, astronomer, fiddler, linguist and baker. His fascination with the central question of how the populace of the American Colonies made the transition from being subjects of the Crown to being citizens of the Republic drives him to tell the stories of those people. Hedbor resides in the Pacific Northwest with his wife and five daughters, and is hard at work on the next novel in the Tales From a Revolution series.

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MEDIA KIT The-Prize-Cover-LargeCaleb’s father is serving with Ethan Allen’s Green Mountain Boys as the long-anticipated open war against the British rages up and down the length of Lake Champlain. Between his duties on the family farm and constant worry about his father’s safety, the young man’s attentions are already fully occupied when a fateful encounter with an unlikely neighbor changes everything. Pulled into new intrigues and new friendships, Caleb finds himself on a path that changes his life – and which will affect the outcome of the whole war.

The ’180′ that Saved my Story by Karl Fields plus Giveaway

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The ‘180’ that saved my story

 I got the idea for The Odd Job Squad shortly after reading a newspaper article about a local middle school’s approach to bullying. By and large, the kids thought it was a waste of time, and one student said kids needed to find their own solutions. Based on that, the idea of an anonymous revenge club was born.

As I started writing, I felt like I had some great elements to work with: a secret club, middle school drama, some pretty inventive pranks and San Francisco, one of my favorite cities anywhere. Despite all that, about halfway through the first draft, I realized something was very wrong: one of the four boys in the club was getting lost. He lacked a purpose in the story and, even though I liked him, I was on the verge of going “you’re fired” a la Donald Trump. But before I actually cut him from the story, an idea hit me: what if he was a she?

I’m not going to claim it was an instant Eureka! moment, but I did think it was an idea worth exploring, and as I did I began to like that direction more and more. I revised and rewrote, and found that that one change opened up so many possibilities. There’s the obvious romance angle with Ander, the story’s narrator, but because of some of what is going on in Shooter’s life, it allowed her to become Ander’s, and even the story’s, conscience.

Changing Shooter from a boy to a girl helped elevate the character from the shadows to one of the stronger characters, which, in retrospect, the story clearly needs. Ander needs someone who is his equal to force him to question his actions and whether he should be making different decisions. And while I’ve heard the conventional wisdom that girls are less fussy about a character’s gender than boys when they pick a book to read, I have to believe that Shooter’s inclusion helps broaden the story’s appeal.

I’ve wondered how The Odd Job Squad would have turned out if Shooter never existed. When I explain the premise to someone, it’s clear that it has a hook. And the story wasn’t bereft of enjoyable characters before Shooter came along. But without question, she makes the story better, and the best possible story is what every writer strives for.

MEDIA KIT Author PhotoKarl Fields is a writer of fiction for teens and young adults. His other interests include jazz, golf and collecting flash drives, the more unusual the better. He was an army brat and by the seventh grade, he had attended six different schools on three continents. His first book, The Odd Job Squad, is about the exploits of three eighth graders who operate an anonymous revenge club at their school. He recommends that you not attempt the stunts portrayed in this book. His second, Instant Preplay, is about a boy who discovers that his DVR records shows before they air. He recommends that you get one of those if you can.

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Thirteen-year-old Ander Cartwright is an expert on two subjects: fortune cookies and payback.

Especially payback.

When he’s not struggling with algebra, Ander is the leader of an anonymous revenge club that operates within the walls of Marina Middle School. Got a beef with a classmate? Shoot Ander’s crew an email and, if your case if legit, they’ll deliver some retribution on your behalf.

It’s not easy to right wrongs and stay under the radar at the same time. That’s why Ander developed three simple rules designed to keep him and his friends from blowing their cover.

But when Ander spots the opportunity to settle an old score of his own, he ignores his own rules, setting off a chain of events that threatens to blow his cover, and it’ll take all the butt-kicking, detention-dodging skill he can muster to keep a lid on his secret.

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Shattering Grief by Shawn Martin (w/giveaway)

Like most writers, I supplement my addiction to creativity with a day (and night) job in the real world, the one that exists outside the pages.  It ensures the lights stay on and that there is always sauce on the spaghetti.  In addition to a steady paycheck, my occupation has opened the doors into the raw emotions people feel on what might very well be the worst day their lives.

I am a firefighter.

For nearly eighteen years I have been given a unique perspective on anguish and fear, anger and forgiveness.  I’ve witnessed both hope and misery, and have respectfully drawn on my experiences to make my characters more than superficial mannequins reciting lines.

As I began sculpting the conclusion to Shadowflesh, I wanted to bring out the true emotions of grief then relief.  I struggled with how Aileen would react, what she would feel as the story drew to an end.  Warning:  What follows hints of a spoiler.

Several years ago while pulling a double shift, a house fire was dispatched to our unit.  Like clockwork, the crew hopped onto the truck and sped to the blaze.  Other than flames blossoming out the windows, it was an average house in an average neighborhood.  A family stood outside, clutching what few belongings they had managed to save and staring at the impossible injustice of destruction.  Tears streamed down panicked faces.

I asked if anyone was inside.  None of them could seem to gather enough calm breath to speak.  Finally, a teenage girl coughed up the word “cat.”

As the crew began to snake the thick hoses to the front door, the girl grabbed my arm.  She shook her head hopelessly and explained, “He’s afraid.”

I glanced at the flames and billowing black smoke, wondering who wouldn’t be.

As one crew took care of the fire, I had joined the search team.  Working my way through the house, I found a back bedroom filled with deadly smoke.  I looked around, but found no cat.  Then I glanced at the bed, then the bed ruffle.  Peeking underneath, I discovered the petrified cat hiding in what little oxygen was left in the house.  After coaxing it out, I wrapped it completely in a towel I’d found on the floor.

The girl saw the covered bundle I carried outside, and I saw the grief in her eyes.  I could see she believed I carried the lifeless body of something she loved.

I’ve studied the grief cycle.  Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally acceptance. She must have sped through those first four phases while I crawled through the smoke and heat, because all I saw on her face was acceptance.  She had calmly and sadly accepted her cat had died.  Her grief was complete.

She held out her hands, and I placed the towel in her arms.  The towel stirred.  A slant-eared tabby poked his head out and wailed a long complaint.  The girl’s eyes lit up and a smile spread across her face.  And she exhaled, shattering her grief as if it had been a fragile stained glass window.

In Shadowflesh, Aileen didn’t lose a cat.  She lost something much more dear to her.  She fell through those same emotions as quickly and sadly as the girl who stood before her lost home.  Fate had been cruel to each of them.  As the story drew to an end, Aileen shattered her grief with the same light in her eyes as the girl holding the frightened cat.

While I tap away at my computer working on the next book in the series, I do it with a bittersweet smile on my face.  The characters’ emotions were born from the real pain, anguish, and hope I witness during the daily grind.

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: 4_10 Shawn - pic to RTShawn Martin lives with my unconventional wife, two amazing sons, and a clowder of cats in Missouri. After graduating from Missouri State University with mostly harmless majors in Economics and Political Science, he took to the road rather than enrolling in law school.

When he finally settled down in 1995, he became a firefighter. Aside from rescuing cats in trees and removing burnt pot roasts from ovens, he spends his time finding the hardest way to do the simplest of things. The rest of his time is spent working on the next book in the Shadowflesh Series.

 

4_10 ShadowFlesh 200x300 (2)Death and darkness lurk in the shadows, awakening the flesh and forbidden love. Torn from her home and fighting bouts of suicidal depression, seventeen year old Aileen McCormick lands in the small coastal town of Redcliff, North Carolina. Her first day of school promises to be the worst day of her life when a menacing group of boys target the new girl. Shoved into the arms of arms of Addison Wake, she knows she’ll never be the same. Addison’s otherworldly charm and drop-dead gorgeous face leave her breathless, but only for a moment.

Grim and painful secrets lurk in his dark soul. Addison Wake isn’t exactly like other boys. Far from it. He’s dead and has been for 300 years, locked in an ethereal prison by a lethal enchantress named Donelle. When she hungers, she blesses Addison’s tortured spirit with moments of freedom, allowing him to roam the mortal world as Shadowflesh. But that dark blessing comes at a price. He must deliver the souls of five unsuspecting humans to Donelle. Knowing he’s here only for a short amount of time, Addison refuses to let himself fall in love and break Aileen’s already fractured heart. He pushes her into the arms of another, but destiny throws the two shadowy lovers back together.

In the darkness of her room, Addison confesses his love and his deadly secret to Aileen. When four dead bodies pop up in Redcliff, Aileen asks herself is her love for the mysterious boy unconditional? Is the love worth the risk? And will she be the next victim?

SAVING CASEY by Liza O’Connor

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3_29 Cover_SavingCaseyEighty-year-old Cass wakes up in the body of a troubled seventeen-year-old girl named Casey, which all believe has survived a suicide attempt. Cass intends to turn the girl’s life around, only it’s harder than she expects. All Casey’s troubles have now become Cass’s and someone wants her dead.

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“Any chance you’d be willing to go to a different doctor to get another treatment on your face?”

“I really like Dr. Grey.”

“I know, but we can’t take the chance. You’d visit a doctor in Montana after office hours.”

“Does he have the equivalent experience and skills as Dr. Grey? Because I already have nightmares where I’m blind and irreparably scarred.”

“He won’t touch your eyes. He’ll just work on the cheeks.”

“And if I’m scarred, causing little children to scream at the sight of me, will you still love me?” She expected him to flounder with his response because it required him to actually admit he loved her, something he’d refused to do. To her shock, he replied at once.

“Absolutely.”

“No hesitation?”

“Nope.”

“So explain why you’ll love me without hesitation if I’m hideously scarred, but won’t even kiss me when I’m just ghoulishly tattooed?”

“Simple. Dan wouldn’t mind if I’m the only man in the world who still thinks you’re beautiful. But as long as millions of better alternatives exist, Dan would never forgive me for stealing your future.”

She hated it when he nailed the truth. If she were really seventeen, she would agree a hundred percent. Sighing heavily, she muttered, “I’ll see the doctor.”

“He’s not going to leave you scarred, Cass.”

“I hope not, but if he does, I’m holding you to your word.”

“You have it.”

She smiled at the turn of this conversation. “So you think I’m beautiful?”

“Inside and out,” he replied. “We need to change the conversation now.”

“Why? I like this conversation.”

About the Author:3_29 AuthorPicI live in Denville, NJ with my dog, Jess. We hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, I learned to fly small cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. I’m an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through my entire life, my first love has and always will be writing novels. I love to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.

 

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VBT: WISTERIA SERIES by Bisi Leyton


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Sixteen year old Wisteria Kuti has two options—track the infected around the Isle of Smythe or leave the only known safe haven and face a world infested with flesh eating biters. But even with well-armed trackers, things go wrong and Wisteria ends up alone facing certain death, until she is rescued by the mysterious Bach. Uninfected, Bach is able to survive among the hordes of living dead.

Eighteen year old Bach, from a race known as The Family, has no interest in human affairs. He was sent here to complete his Great Walk and return home as a man—as a Sen Son. The Family regard humans as Dirt People, but Bach is drawn to this Terran girl, whom he has never seen before, but somehow knows.

Hunted by flesh eaters, cannibals, and the mysterious blood thirsty group called Red Phoenix, Wisteria and Bach make their way back to the Isle of Smythe, a community built on secrets and lies.

 

Sixteen-year-old Wisteria has embraced her deep bond with eighteen-year-old Bach, a member of a supernatural race called the Family, despite the risk of his family finding out. Should Bach’s people discover his bond with a human, Wisteria will be guaranteed a painful and bloody death—but somehow, being together is more important.

Their bond is tested when empirics, an elite group of Family investigators, are sent to the Isle of Smythe under the orders of Bach’s father to find artifacts stolen by the humans. They’re to find the artifacts at any cost. Among the empirics is Bach’s old friend, the stunning Alba, who has learned about Bach and Wisteria’s secret relationship, and surprisingly accepts this. With no one else in the Family to turn to, she becomes Bach’s ally and confidant, but possibly more.

As the empirics start to take over the town, Wisteria is torn between trusting Bach and the safety of the humans on Smythe. She soon realizes that she and Bach are on opposite sides of the war between the Family and Humans, and there is no middle ground. One of them must choose a side.

About the Author:Bisi Leyton was born in East London in 1978. She grew up in London, Nigeria and the States, listening to the stories life and love from aunts, cousins and big sisters.She lives in London, but has worked around Europe including France, Germany, Ireland, Belgium and the Czech Republic. She has a fondness for reading graphic novels.
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VIRTUAL BOOK TOUR: DRAWN TO YOU by Janel Rodriguez Ferrer

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ART AS MAGIC, MUSIC AS MYTH

“If you want to sell books,” people tell me all of the time, “Write fantasy! Write about magic! Write about the Greek gods like in the Percy Jackson series, or wizards like in the Harry Potter series!”

“But I do write about magic and myth,” I tell them. “I write about music and art.”

It can be difficult to write about rock music–especially since it’s an art form that is better heard than read about. However, the history of rock and roll is great fodder for myth. If a reader knows any rock history at all, she’s going to recognize elements from the stories of Ritchie Valens, The Beatles, and Led Zepplin in the back story of the bands in my book–Mid-Flight, Bitterbean, Uncouth Youth, and of course, the Arts-Angels. And the story of (main character) Gina’s guitar hero, Angel Dominguez, borrows from the stories of real guitar heroes of the past and present: Jimi Hendrix, Carlos Santana, and Eric Clapton. And let’s not forget what rock stars and legends are often called: rock “gods”! And they are often every bit as interesting—and flawed—as the gods of Greek myth.

Oh, I admit that trying to describe on paper what the “sound” of a band is supposed to be like can be a hurdle for any writer to try to clear. Especially when it’s music the reader has never heard before. Then there’s the challenge of writing the lyrics to songs that have never been sung! The fear is that they will just sit on a page, stagnant, without the beat or melody to give them life. One thing I do to try to meet this challenge is to keep the lyrics simple, but give the words rhythm and life through the use of rhyme and even word placement on the page.

I also count on the creative abilities of my readers. You see, my books are not just about creative young people. They are read by creative young people. And their own imaginations will be able to conjure up tunes to the songs they read about. (They will be making music just by reading!) I encourage my readers to make up melodies to the songs in the books and record them and share them with other readers. I’d love to hear what they came up with, and would gladly post them on my website.

And I didn’t use the word “conjure” accidently. That’s what art is. Making something, creating something out of nothing more than an idea, an intent from your mind. Who needs a magic wand when you have a paintbrush or a musical instrument in your hand? Who needs to fly when you can dance? Who needs a spell when you can sing and actually hold people under the spell of your voice?

Don’t get me wrong. I love fantasy books and stories. I’m just pointing out that there’s real-life magic in music and art.

Why not make some magic today?

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Gina Santiago is a thirteen-year-old “Nuyorican” with rock star dreams, so when she’s accepted into the prestigious New York Academy of Arts and Talents for art instead of music, she’s crushed. To make matters worse, the student body at the Upper East Side school is divided into “schollies” (students on scholarship, like her) and “dollies” (rich kids with “dollars”). But Gina discovers that there is one thing that brings schollies and dollies-and dancers, singers, actors, artists, and musicians-together: music! Maybe she can make her dreams come true after all….

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“You know what’s weird?” I asked, turning to Michiko. “That girl with the short hair reminds me of a girl I used to be friends with back in the third grade.”

Michiko shuddered. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

I snorted a laugh. “But it couldn’t be—”

“I sure hope you don’t mean—” Michiko said.

And together we ended, “—Willa Burch.”

Michiko gasped in horror. “No way! You were friends with—with Willa?”

“We were just little kids…. It was the third grade. She was an artist, too.”

Michiko didn’t change her expression. She still looked like was standing upwind of a garbage truck.

“Maybe I should go over and say ‘hi,’” I told Michiko. “See if she remembers me.”

Michiko actually put out her arm to stop me from going back down the stairs. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I doubt she’d give you the time of day. People call her ‘Willa the Witch’ these days. Let’s just continue with the tour.”

“Are you serious? She can’t be that bad.”

But just as I asked the question, I caught Willa’s reflection in the mirror.

She seemed to be looking straight at me. Did she…recognize me? I smiled at her.

Willa didn’t smile back. Instead, her face darkened and her eyes narrowed into slits. She tilted her head as if to get a better look at me.

“Come on. I’ll show you where your locker is.” Michiko was already halfway up the stairs. “You can catch up with Willa later. She might be in some of your classes. She’s an art major, too, you know.”

“All right,” I said. But as I followed Michiko, I couldn’t help but think that Willa had seen me—recognized me, even. And, the part I didn’t get? She hadn’t seemed happy about it.

About the Author:OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERALike her main character, Gina Santiago, Janel is a Nuyorican who attended a Manhattan high school of the arts as an art major.

Unlike Gina, she isn’t very good at guitar and doesn’t have a rock band to call her own.

Truth be told, she never dreamed of becoming a guitarist. Instead, from the time she was a tween she dreamed of becoming a published author of a book series. And since you’re reading this, you can see that her dream has come true!

Her first hint of an idea for the Arts-Angels series began way back when she received a pendant of St. Michael the Archangel for her sixteenth birthday.

She lives with her twin sister, Jennifer (who got a pendant of St. Joan of Arc that same birthday but hasn’t written any books about it), in New York City.

Website: www.theartsangels.com
Blog: http://janelrodriguezferrer.wordpress.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/JanelRodriguezFerrer
E-mail: janelrodriguezferrer (at) theartsangels (dot) com.

A Day in the Writing Life of Natalie Wright

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This post is part of a Virtual Book Tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Natalie will award an autographed copy of “Emily’s House”, a handmade Celtic-inspired armlet, similar to one worn by Emily in the books and book swag to one randomly drawn commenter (US only — an eBook of “Emily’s House” will be substituted as the prize for an international winner).

A Day in my Writing LifeOnce upon a time, I worked as a divorce litigator. I spent my days in a courtroom, witness to people who once swore undying love battle each other over money and children. I chugged Mylanta straight from the bottle while I drove to the battle arena, fantasizing about spending my days writing instead.

Ah, blissful days writing. I pictured myself grabbing a cup of coffee or tea, sitting down to the computer, and spinning out page-turning stories with ease. It would be blissful. Just me, my thoughts, and the pliant keys under my nimble fingers.

While any writing day is better than a day as a litigation warrior in the divorce court, my writing days are far from what I dreamt they would be. It turns out that being alone all day? Well, you’re alone – with yourself! And it also turns out that that sly minx of a muse doesn’t just appear on command like a pimp’s bitch, eager to obey and please. At least not my muse. No, mine is more like an irritable, temperamental child that I have to coax and bribe.

Here, then, is a peek into my writing day:

8:30 a.m.: Each writing day starts with the blank page (to some extent or another). Ah, the promise of the page. Anything can happen. Everything can happen. The empty, white screen that contains the potential for genius.

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9:00 a.m.: The blank page still there. Better check Twitter and see what’s going on in my Facebook world. Hey, that’s a great article on writing. This is just the thing I need to get me going today. Wonder what’s new on Wattpad?

10:30 a.m.: Laptop ready. Tunes going. Waiting for inspiration.

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I know what I need – coffee. A strong cup of jo will get that blasted muse to work!

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11:00 a.m.: You know what goes great with a cup of coffee? How about some of this -

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12:00 p.m.: All that net surfing, coffee slurping and chocolate nibbling sure did work up a hunger. Better go grab some lunch. That’s what I need – food. That’s sure to spark an idea.

1:00 p.m.: Wow, lunch sure was exhausting. I need a nap. Maybe I’ll dream the next plot step. Okay characters, tell me what’s next for you while I sleep.

Cat Sleeping Photo2:00 p.m.: Yawn! Great nap. Back to work. Okay, muse. I’m listening. Really. Come on. I’m waiting. Where’s that *#%@ muse?!

Crazed Writer Photo3:00 p.m.: Crap – it’s time to pick up my offspring. I didn’t get much writing done today. (Looks at blank computer screen.) Okay, I didn’t get any writing done today. I’ll get some words banged out later.

8:30 p.m.: Best time of the day – dinner and T.V. and laughing with the fam. Got the kiddo tucked in. Hubby’s watching football (or insert game with a ball that’s in season). Dog is napping. It’s dark outside, quiet inside. Maybe I’ll try this –

Meditation Photo11:00 p.m.: Apparently that’s what my cranky muse needed. Quiet. Relaxation. Who knew? I got two chapters written. I’m not sure I’ll stick with where the plot’s going, and I need to add more details about the setting – oh, and some inner dialogue. But words were written. That page is no longer blank. If I do this about fifty more times, I’ll have the first draft of a novel written ;-)

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Natalie is the author of The Akasha Chronicles, a young adult fantasy trilogy. When not writing, blogging, Facebooking, Tweeting, Wattpadding or eating chocolate, Natalie nurtures her young daughter, feeds her dog too many treats, and can’t resist watching Ancient Aliens, no matter how absurd the show becomes.

Natalie enjoys travel, good wine, and excellent food shared with family and friends. She was raised an Ohio farm girl, now lives in the desert Southwest, and dreams of living in a high rise in a big city.

“Books are my friends, ideas my passion.”

Natalie enjoys chatting with readers, so stop by and say hi:

Blog: http://www.NatalieWrightsYA.blogspot.com
Twitter: @NatalieWright_
Facebook: NatalieWright.Author
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/468945.Natalie_Wright
YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/user/WritesKidsBooks
Wattpad: http://www.wattpad.com/user/NatalieWright_
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/natwrites/

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Two years ago, Emily’s journey began. She learned the ancient magic of her Celtic ancestors,and became a modern Celtic Priestess. The golden torc, forged by faerie hands, is still wound around her arm, fused to her soul. She was entrusted with powerful magic – secret knowledge.

But even a Priestess can feel desire – temptation – and the quest for love. Will passion entice
Emily to use her sacred magic in a forbidden way? Can new love take root in a world of nightmares? And will her friendships survive Emily’s Trial?

The Journey Continues . . .

STUFF YOUR STOCKING BLOGFEST: MADISON PARKER

PhotobucketKamikaze Gift ExchangeMost people are surprised to hear that I’m a big ‘ole Scrooge when it comes to Christmas. It hasn’t always been so. When my son was little, I was very much into decorating the house, baking cookies, belting out carols, and wrapping gift and gift after gift in pretty paper with shiny bows. But now that I’m older and my son is grown, I find myself very put off by the whole idea of exchanging Christmas presents. I sit down each year and make a list of the people I have to buy for, and it feels like a chore, an obligation. And I never know what to buy, so I end up wandering around the mall looking for gifts to buy just for the sake of buying something. Surely that’s not what the spirit of Christmas is about. Try as I may to choose thoughtful gifts, I never know what to get. No one I know needs more stuff. It got to the point where we were just trading gift cards, many of which would sit in a drawer and home for months before being regifted at various times throughout the year. Ugh. After some deliberation with extended family members (many of whom, as it turned out, felt the same way), we’ve started a new tradition. This will mark our third year of the Kamikaze Gift Exchange.

The Kamikaze Gift Exchange is a variation of what I’ve heard others call Yankee Swap, Black Santa, Chinese Gift Exchange, or White Elephant Gift Exchange. Here are the rules:

  1. Each person brings a wrapped gift. It need not be something purchased. In fact, we encourage rummaging through the attic or basement to find the most hideous, unwanted item possible.
  2. All wrapped gifts are placed in a pile.
  3. Each person draws a number to determine the order of his turn.
  4. When it’s your turn, you may either select a wrapped gift from the pile, or steal a gift that has previously been unwrapped by someone who has already had his turn. (If someone steals your gift, you have the option of choosing another unwrapped gift or stealing a different unwrapped gift.)
  5. Whatever you end up with must be displayed in your home for one year.

This was such a huge success the first year we tried it, that it’s now the highlight of our holiday celebration every year. We laugh and laugh at the outrageous gifts people end up with. Our first year, I received a life-size painted ceramic bust of Elvis. It was gloriously gaudy, and a great conversation piece.

One significant advantage of this type of exchange (aside from not having to spend money on gifts) is that last minute guests aren’t left out. If someone brings a girlfriend/boyfriend, as long as he/she arrives with one wrapped gift (or if the host has a spare gift available), they can participate too. Not only that, but if someone isn’t able to make the gathering, there’s no worry about how to deliver the gifts to/from the missing person.

Of course, I still buy something special for my son and my husband, but our new tradition greatly eases the stress of holiday shopping and allows us all to focus on what matters most: spending time with family, laughing and enjoying each other’s company.

To celebrate the holidays and the spirit of giving, I am offering a free e-copy of my new release, Sock it to Me, Santa! To enter the drawing, please leave a comment below and tell me something you enjoy about the holidays.

About the Author: Madison Parker adores romance in all shapes, forms, and sizes (from beefy bottoms to tiny tops), but she loves her sweet, sexy boys best. She credits fanfiction for introducing her to the world of hot, humorous, and heartwarming manlove. Although Madison is extremely left-brained (logical, rational, orderly), her artistic, creative side never ceases to flail around in a desperate attempt to be noticed. She spends her days reading, writing, solving math problems, and playing with her feisty German Pinscher. She lives in North Carolina with her husband, her pup, and her troop of sock monkeys.

Find her online at

Website: http://madisonparklove.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/madisonparklove
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/madisonparklove
Goodreads: http://goodreads.com/madisonparklove

New Release: Sock it to Me, Santa!
Genre: Contemporary Young Adult GLBT Romance

Ryan is assigned to Jamie Peterson for his class’s secret gift exchange. If word gets out that he has to make a handcrafted gift for flamboyant and openly gay Jamie, Ryan will be the laughing stock of the school. It’s a good thing no self-respecting boy would be caught dead in a craft store, because otherwise he’d be at risk of being spotted when his mom drags him to her weekly craft workshops. He hopes Jamie will appreciate all the trouble he’s going to for this assignment. Finding the perfect gift is gonna be tricky. Jamie deserves something good, though, after all the crap he has to put up with at school. At least, Ryan tells himself that’s the reason he’s putting so much thought into the gift. It couldn’t be that he has feelings for Jamie, could it?

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