8 August 2015

12 Days of Back to School Books – Day 12

 

“When Avery Shaw’s heart is shattered by her life-long best friend, she chooses to deal with it the only way she knows how—scientifically.   The state science fair is coming up and Avery decides to use her broken heart as the topic of her experiment. She’s going to find the cure. By forcing herself to experience the seven stages of grief through a series of social tests, she believes she will be able to get over Aiden Kennedy and make herself ready to love again. But she can’t do this experiment alone, and her partner (ex partner!) is the one who broke her heart.  Avery finds the solution to her troubles in the form of Aiden’s older brother Grayson. The gorgeous womanizer is about to be kicked off the school basketball team for failing physics. He’s in need of a good tutor and some serious extra credit. But when Avery recruits the lovable Grayson to be her “objective outside observer,” she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for, because Grayson has a theory of his own: Avery doesn’t need to grieve. She needs to live. And if there’s one thing Grayson Kennedy is good at, it’s living life to the fullest.”

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 Kelly Oram wrote her first novel at age fifteen–a fan fiction about her favorite music group, The Backstreet Boys, for which her family and friends still tease her. She’s obsessed with reading, talks way too much, and likes to eat frosting by the spoonful. She lives outside of Phoenix, Arizona with her husband, four children, and a cat named Mr. Darcy.

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Question and Answer with the Author

 How did you come to write this particular book or series? 

I remember the day I came up with the idea, but not exactly how the concept popped into my head. I went for a run. (Okay, it was more of a walk-run during one of my on-again times where I was dedicated to working out. The off-again times are way more frequent.)

Anyway, I’d gone for a run and it was one of those precious moments where I was by myself, no distractions, no kids–just me and my thoughts. The concept for a girl getting over a broken heart using the seven stages of grief popped into my head, and before that half an hour (yes, that’s all I can run before I want to die) was over, I had most of the book plotted.

I was in the middle of another manuscript at the time, but I went home and wrote Avery’s prologue right away. Five weeks later I had a finished book. The Avery Shaw Experiment had been my easiest book to write so far. It just flowed so naturally, and honestly, I blame that on Avery and Grayson’s natural chemistry. (Hehe science pun totally intended!)

  Snippet Time
 
Grayson:
Where does one even begin when talking about Avery Shaw? I’ve known her, her whole life, and yet I’ve never really gotten to know her.
She and her mom have been unofficial members of my family since our moms threw up on each other in a prenatal yoga class when I was fourteen months old. They only got closer after Avery’s dad skipped town when Avery was four. My family sort of adopted them, and my father took his place as the only male role model in Avery’s life.
I always looked at her as sort of a pesky little sister, but that all changed the day my brother dumped her. Why, you ask? Let me put it this way: When a girl lets you be the one to hold her as her entire world falls apart, even though you’re ass naked, it changes the way you see her.
The soaking-wet, see-through t-shirt didn’t hurt, either.
It took me a while to get out of the shower after Avery finally left. I had to let the water run cold first because, well, because I had to. Plus, I needed some time to process. Avery Shaw had suddenly barged into so much more than just my shower. She’d also crashed into my head in a way I never thought possible and maybe even wormed her way into my heart a little bit. I had no freaking clue how to handle that, much less what to do about it. But I had to do something. Avery was destroyed and completely incapable of fixing herself.
That was the moment the Avery Shaw Experiment started for me. It wasn’t defined yet, and I had no idea I’d be earning extra credit for it—that was an added bonus—but that was the first time I realized Avery Shaw had the potential to be so much more than what she was. All she needed was a little help from someone normal and cool who could introduce her to life the way it’s supposed to be lived.

 

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7 August 2015

12 Days of Back to School Books – Day 11

 

Deirdra has spent the last decade captivating audiences of all ages with her novels and fairy tales. Her specialty is paranormal theology that delves into documented historical phenomenon and natural disasters of biblical proportions that entices indulgence of a fine line between fact and fantasy.

Deirdra enjoys jousting in arenas, sword fighting and archery, planning invasions, horseback riding through open meadows, swimming in the ocean, hiking up mountains, camping in cool shady woods, climbing trees barefoot, and going on adventures with her family.

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Auriella’s new life as a royal protector is in shambles. The new king ignores her warnings of a Shadow Legion invasion and he is determined to marry her off. Ghosts from her past, the discovery of other Watchers, and a handsome Scottish warrior throw her off guard and weaken her emotional defenses. Caught in a web of secrecy and betrayal, Auriella struggles to control and protect the devastating power of Starfire. A terrible truth and a fateful choice will lead her to her destiny as the fabled Lady of Neviah, or could shroud the entire world in eternal darkness.

Filled with action, romance, drama, and comedy, Hidden Fire is an addicting read that you won’t want to put down.
The Watchers Series has been described as Braveheart meets Supernatural. The mythology for the series is based on many theological texts from dozens of sects with correlating themes. Ancient writings include the Dead Sea Scrolls, the Traditional Apocrypha, the Pearl of Great Price and the Kabbalah. The Watchers are supernatural beings in human form whose duty it is to protect and guard mankind from the armies of darkness. Unfortunately, as the Book of Enoch mentions, some of these Watchers go bad.

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 Snippet Time!
 

My feet sank into the river.
The shock of icy waves stung my skin. My long skirt soaked up the frigid water
like a wick. I hurled myself into the rapids and plunged below the waves. The
torrent battered me as I desperately clawed against the current to reach a
breath of air. My head emerged from the river, and I gasped. The remaining
wolves raced along the bank.
Bolts of lightning struck
the earth. Wind whirled around me. The river rapids grew faster and whipped me
through the maze of sharp rocks.
It seemed that even the
river warred against me. The currents hurled me into a cluster of boulders. I
clung to the jagged rocks protruding out of the water and flexed my toes,
trying to keep the current from ripping the hastily tied boots off my feet.
The river rushed passed me
in icy waves. I took in quick breaths when the water momentarily broke from
slamming against my face.
Mists of darkness swirled
around the wolves pacing on the bank. “How long do you think you can hold on,”
a wolf taunted.
I coughed and sucked in more
of the river. I had to pull myself out of the water and make it to the far
bank. My injured shoulder and arm burned with agony. I could do this. I had to.
I clawed at the rock until my fingers burned. Hot sparks from my fingernails
showered off the stone each time I slid back. I tried to ignore the pain and
focus on the bank. It was just over a meter away. I reached out with my leg,
pointing my toes to try to balance myself onto the shore. I could almost reach
it.
I prepared to fight my way
through the river to the other side. I pulled back for more momentum and heard
something snap. A large tree branch rolled toward me. Like a massive enemy
hand, it ripped me from the rock and held me under the river.
Below the surface, I held my
breath and struggled with the web of wood, breaking the limbs, trying to escape
the grasp. My cold hands trembled, my lungs burned. I felt my engagement ring
slip from my finger. I fumble in the water, trying to catch the ring Lucas had
given me. I saw it glint as the current carried it away.
I couldn’t do this anymore.
My powers were null under the waves; I was injured, I had no strength left, and
now I had lost my engagement ring. Panic took over.
The water rushed around me.
I snapped a few branches out of frustration, but couldn’t free myself. My lungs
ached as I surrendered my last breath to the flood.

 
 
 

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6 August 2015

12 Days of Back to School Books – Day 10

 

“When 13-year-old Amanda Sault and her annoying classmates are caught in a food fight at school, they’re given a choice: suspension or yard duty. The decision is a no-brainer. Their two-week crash course in landscaping leads to the discovery of a weathered stone arch in the overgrown back yard. The arch isn’t a forgotten lawn ornament but an ancient time portal from the lost continent of Atlantis.  Chosen by an Atlantean Magus to be Timekeepers–legendary time travelers sworn to keep history safe from the evil Belial–Amanda and her classmates are sent on an adventure of a lifetime. Can they find the young Robin Hood and his merry band of teens? If they don’t, then history itself may be turned upside down. “

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Sharon Ledwith is the author of the middle-grade/young adult time travel series, THE LAST TIMEKEEPERS, and is represented by Walden House (Books & Stuff) for her teen psychic series, MYSTERIOUS TALES FROM FAIRY FALLS. When not writing, researching, or revising, she enjoys reading, exercising, anything arcane, and an occasional dram of scotch. Sharon lives a serene, yet busy life in a southern tourist region of Ontario, Canada, with her hubby, one spoiled yellow Labrador and a moody calico cat.

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Question and Answer with the Author
 
How did you come to write this particular book or series?
Both the idea and inspiration came to me through a dream I had around 1998. In this dream, I saw seven arches, and there were seven people (five kids, two adults) with crystals in their hands, walking up to these arches. It definitely had an Indiana Jones feel to it. At that time, I was writing a paranormal romance (before there was a distinct genre) and had no intention of writing a middle-grade/young adult book like The Last Timekeepers. But this idea kept growing in my mind, and wouldn’t leave, like some mystical force pushing you from behind. So, I thought I’d challenge myself and write a novel—a series—that would appeal to my son, who at the time was the target age of my audience. I’ve always loved the time travel genre, so I imagined the arches I saw vividly in my dream as time portals. It was a no-brainer for me.
Excerpt
They were almost inside the glowing archway. Its light felt warm and welcoming, like the rising summer sun. Treena stuck her thumbs in the straps of her khaki backpack as if it doubled as a magic parachute. Amanda mimicked Treena and grasped the straps on Jordan’s backpack that she was still wearing. Ravi was the only other person wearing one, so all the rest had nothing to break their fall if that light suddenly cut them loose.
The brilliant, fathomless glow swallowed Amanda, blinding her. Calm and silence overrode her senses. In that moment, two things happened—Amanda sensed that there was no separation between her and the others—as if they were all connected by these tiny threads of light. Second, she started to feel as though she were free falling, moving fast and out of control. She regained her vision, just as the white light exploded into a whirling rainbow.
Drake laughed. “Wicked! This feels like a ride at Disneyland!”
“It feels better than that!” Jordan replied. “I’ve been to Disneyland twice, and there’s no ride that even comes close to
this!”
“It’s as if we can fly!” Treena shouted, doing a somersault in mid-air.
“It does feel wonderful, doesn’t it?” Melody said dreamily. Amanda grabbed both ankles and flipped herself over. She giggled. This freedom, this feeling, this flux was awesome. The huge, spiraling rainbow surrounding the group of seven gently juggled them in mid-air like floating balls in a never-ending lottery game. She glanced over at Jordan’s uncle. His cheeks were sucked in, and his body flopped one way then another like a fish out of water.
“Is your uncle okay, Jordan?” she asked.
Jordan maneuvered over to his uncle by spreading his arms and legs wide as if he were a free-falling parachutist. He grasped his uncle’s shoulder and shook him. “Uncle John? Uncle John! Don’t make me slap you again!”
He reached over, grabbed Jordan, and kissed him on the forehead. “It’s all true, Jordan! It’s all true!”
Jordan squirmed. “What’s true?”
“Time flows through us,” he answered, his voice cracking as if he were a young boy again.
The whirling rainbow burst into shards of light, and they all touched bottom.
It felt soft—like a cushy trampoline—as Amanda, her classmates, Melody, and Professor Lucas bounced easily until they all stood still. Then the ground became solid again. Polished marble walls and finely crafted pillars materialized through the fading light. A sudden high-pitched buzzing noise made her wince. Everyone seemed to hear it too; they cringed in unison. The sound of waves crashing against a shore replaced the buzzing, and a set of deep purple curtains miraculously appeared in front of them. Amanda rubbed her eyes. In the time it took her to take a breath, the curtains were drawn. The brilliant white light that had pulled them into the stone arch now hovered between the open curtains. It started to radiate out, then draw in, out, then in, changing its shape with each rhythmic movement, until it finally transformed into a woman.
The woman was beautiful in an otherworldly way. She had long, fair, flowing hair adorned with quartz crystals. Piercing blue eyes stared back at Amanda like she was peering into her soul. She had a long narrow face with high cheek bones that tapered down to a firm chin. Her nose was long and slender. Amanda smiled at her. The woman smiled back. Her teeth were white, small, and even. She was perfect in every way. A rich-blue sleeveless linen robe adorned her slim body, accentuating her ivory skin.
I wonder if she’s a princess. Amanda didn’t doubt it, especially with all the jewelry the woman wore. A sparkling metallic snake bracelet wound around her left arm, a string of gleaming pearls and shells hung around her neck, and a silver belt strewn with various green, blue, and red gems hugged her waist. The
only piece of clothing that didn’t seem to belong was a plain pair of woven sandals.
Melody pushed Drake behind her and took a few steps forward. “I demand that you tell us where we are!”
The beautiful woman gave Melody a gentle smile, and nodded. She opened her arms wide and said, “Welcome to the Temple of Poseidon, in the City of the Golden Gates.”
Melody jerked. “I-I beg your pardon?”
“Atlantis,” Professor Lucas answered in a whisper. “We’re in Atlantis.”

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5 August 2015

12 Days of Back to School Books – Day 9

Jennifer Redmile grew up on the beautiful northern beaches of Sydney NSW, and now lives in Geraldton WA with her husband and two gorgeous puppy dogs. She has always been an avid fantasy fiction reader, and always worked with children, so when she decided to write a novel, it was a natural progression to combine the two and make it a children’s novel. 

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The Children of When follows the adventures of three children raised in separate “foster-homes” who are magically transported to another world on their fourteenth birthday. On arrival in this new world, they discover they are part of a 1000 year old prophecy. In order to fulfil the prophecy and survive, they must find and reunite three missing pieces of an ancient amulet and learn to control and use their unique Gifts, all while being pursued by those who would prefer the amulet remain missing. 

Snippet Time!
 

Leah looked up at the others in the room. “It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. Over the top of all the growling and screaming, I heard Raff’s voice boom out: “I SAID GET OFF ME.” He had his arm within inches of the beast’s mouth, and then suddenly the monster looked like it had been punched, and it was flying through the air towards the trees, as if it weighed nothing. There was a loud thump as it impacted with a tree trunk, a whimper and then nothing.” She looked back at Raff, and saw him inspecting his hands in wonder.
“Cool…..I did that?”
“Sure did.” Then her eyes sought Belle’s, who had been quiet throughout the whole story.
 “And then the second miracle of the day happened. Once we realised the beast wasn’t coming back, Belle and I ran to Raff. We knew he was dying. Belle was crying, and trying to stop the bleeding by pulling the skin together to close the gaping wound on his chest. We both knew it was hopeless, but we couldn’t just give up. And then…..Belle’s hands started to like, glow. We both sat there gobsmacked, staring at her hands, while the skin underneath them sort-of joined back together and started to heal. Belle moved her hands around to the other wounds, and every time she touched one it started to heal.”   
 And a few fun author interview questions
 
What was the hardest part of writing your book, and how did you overcome it?
I suppose the hardest part for most writers is lack of confidence in your own ability, in other words, is the story and the way I’ve written it good enough for anyone else to want to read. Working with other writers doing NaNoWriMo as well was a huge bonus, because everyone is encouraging each other to keep going. It also helped having a few people reading as I wrote, and when they said to hurry up and finish it because they wanted to know what happens next I figured I must be doing something right.
What is your favorite late night snack?
Hmmm…it depends what I actually have in the house, but the perfect scenario would be Pepsi Max on tap, with chocolate/biscuits and cups of tea made and brought to me by my awesome husband Paul. Although if it’s the night before payday it often ends up being a peanut butter sandwich an cordial.
 

 

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4 August 2015

12 Days of Back to School Books – Day 8

 

Kaden could use his Egg, a shell of light only he can see, to transport himself across the emptiness between universes to distant worlds, but he’s afraid. This Egg may have saved his life once, but it failed to save another and the worlds it leads to are full of hidden dangers.

Aren’s sight reaches deep into the souls around her, exposing more than she ever wanted to see in friends, family, and strangers alike. When she turns her gaze on Kaden, his Egg responds, sending them spiraling across space and time to a world where dragons, elves, dwarves, and peculiar gods dwell. Separated, lost, and alone in a world on the brink of war, these teens must come to grips with their unique gifts if they ever want to see Earth again.

Back home, a biotechnology company tinkers with the science of reality, hoping to cure death itself, but they awaken something shadowy and powerful, a being imprisoned in the void for millennia. This dark god longs to break free and devour everything, its hunger insatiable. Infinite universes would be consumed. Kaden and Aren must decide if they can save more than themselves.

Can they save us all?



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Charlie Pulsipher is a were-hamster and lemur enthusiast who lives in Saint George, Utah with his lovely wife and neurotic dog. He writes sci-fi and fantasy or some mix of the two. He plans on surviving the inevitable zombie-pocalypse that will surely start when dust bunnies rise up against their vacuum cleaner masters.

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He spends his time away from the keyboard hiking and camping in stunning Southern Utah.

He neglects his twitter account.

Don’t be fooled by his shy, humble exterior. He does bite and his velociraptor impression is quite scary. It’s probably the coolest thing about him.



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Question and Answer with the Author
 

1.      How did you come to write this particular book or series?

I have weirdly vivid and well-developed dreams. I simply combined two that felt similar at the time. I don’t think I realized how hard
it would be at the time, but the end result is worth all the late nights and long arguments with my characters.

2.      What is your favorite late night snack?

Does Dr Pepper count as a snack?
 
 
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Kaden reached out with his mind and willed one of the circular images to slide along the shell until it hovered before his face. He took in this image, a dark blue sky filled with red nebulae that spun over darkened forests as the silver leaves hissed with their own breath.
He waved it away and pulled another image forward. Moun­tains of broken crystal shimmered beneath three suns as giant insects tunneled through the shards like some insane ant farm. Kaden pulled another image around and saw fire rain down from a blood red sky as wispy shadows sped over the
blackened ground, eating ash.

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3 August 2015

12 Days of Back to School Books – Day 7

Karlie Lucas is a preschool teacher by day and a writer/artist by night.

A graduate of Southern Utah University, Karlie received a B.A. in Creative Writing, with a minor in art. She is a member of Sigma Tau Delta, The International English Honor Society, as well as ANWA, the American Night Writers Association.

Karlie is interested in all things magical and mysterious, especially elves and dragons. She is an avid fan of J.R.R. Tolkien and J.K. Rowling.

When not writing, Karlie can often be found drawing, baking, watching her favorite old school shows, or just spending time with her family.

She currently resides in Dallas, Texas with her husband and a cat named Kally.

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Most teenagers don’t have a voice talking in their heads, but that’s pretty normal for Kas. It’s been there her whole life, giving her directions, keeping her from harm. When the voice advises against the family picnic in the mountains, she’s sure there’s a reason, but convincing her mom is another matter.
While in the mountains, Kas accidentally stumbles on a gateway to another dimension. Almost immediately, her life is in peril. From a disembodied man known only as Milord and a hoard of hooded men who want her soul, she doesn’t know who to trust in this strange place where dreams become reality.
As Kas learns more about who she is and how she came to the Waymeet of Worlds, it becomes clear that someone is lying to her. But is it the voice she’s known her whole life or the new friends she finds in Milord’s castle. Choosing the wrong people to trust could cost her soul and prevent her from fulfilling her destiny.

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Snippet!
 

“Don’t turn around. I don’t want to frighten you.” The voice was definitely masculine.
I turned around anyway, expecting to see someone, anyone. I saw nothing, nothing
but bookshelves with more books. “Where are you? Who are you?” I leaned against
the nearest shelf, glad that it was sturdy, as unmovable as a mountain. I hoped
I wasn’t too obvious about doing it. My heart was pounding so fast now that it
made breathing difficult and I felt somewhat dizzy because of it.
“Look down,
near the end of this shelf. You will see my shadow. Don’t be afraid.” His voice
was gentle, maybe a tenor. His words were careful, caressing. It was hard to
not trust that voice. It was like a gently flowing stream filled with sunlight.

And a few fun author interview questions

Given unlimited resources, what would be your ideal writing environment?
I would like an office space filled with cabinets and books for research purposed, preferably a hard wood or cherry stain. There should be a nice niche for my computer, and a place for an old school typewriter. (picture attached)

Where do you actually write?

I usually write in a combination of places. When at work, I write during down times in a notebook. After work, it’s writing/typing up what I’ve written at my computer in the dining room of my apartment.


 
 

 

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1 August 2015

12 Days of Back to School Books – Day 6

 

“Two souls Separated by three millennium One with a gift that is more like a curse One on an almost impossible quest Destinies entwined; one seeks to find herself while the other seeks his lost queen. To succeed, the pair must right the injustices 3,000 years in the past. Only together can they fulfill The Prophecy, but in the process they must defeat the Pharaoh Horemheb. Dishonor and death are the fate of the defeated. “

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 I am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers to read more through my Quest Books set in these worlds.

 

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WEBSITE –Main – http://www.beyondtodayeducator.com/
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Time for a Snippet!

 

I don’t see dead people. I hear them. I talk to them. Boy, you should try that. Talk about people looking at you like you’ve got two heads. That will do it. I used to look in the mirror after talking to them to see what others saw. All I saw was me, Rosa, an ordinary fifteen-year-old girl. Well, not so ordinary. I do have my father’s emerald eyes, but no glowing auras, no ghosts on my shoulders, only my sun-streaked blond hair usually in need of a trim.

It would be one thing if I talked to famous dead people. You know, like that Elvis Presley guy my mother still drools over? I mean, really? The guy would be, like, ancient today! Anyway, if I talked to him, I could give my mom a personal message like, “Sorry we never got to hook up.” That would be worth a few extra bucks for allowance, don’t you think?

No, the dead people who talk to me are just dead nobodies. Nothing exciting to say. Nothing going down. They’re just hanging out, waiting for—I don’t know—to be more dead, I guess. Or to see how much trouble they can get me in.

 

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31 July 2015

12 Days of Back to School Books – Day 5

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Nona Moss grew up in Cheyenne Wyoming. She writes young adult fiction, and has published a book of poetry. She currently lives in St Joseph Missouri with her teenage son Zayne and the love of her life and best friend Travis.


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March 25,

It has been ten days since that horrible night. Ten days since my world crumbled, and my heart shattered into a million pieces. It has been ten days since my life ended.

I have been unfaithful to you, Dear Journal, because I could not bear to think. And I knew if I opened you, it would be to spill the rest of my broken heart.

It was so awful. I will never forget it as long as I live. It is fresh in my mind every waking hour. The memories invade my dreams whenever I close my eyes.


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10 things I love…
1. I love to read anything I can get my hands on.
2. I carry paper everywhere I go incase I have time to write.
3. I love to listen to music, it inspires me to write.
4. I love to be outdoors, especially when I am writing.
5. I love spending time with my grandkids.
6. I love reading Dr Seuss out loud to kids.
7 I love spending time with my puppy.
8 I love telling people I am a writer (they always suggest I write their story)!
9. I love driving with the windows down singing as loud as I can! (I can’t sing)
10. I love to make people laugh.

 

 

 

 

 

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30 July 2015

12 Days of Back to School Books – Day 4

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“Twelve-year-old BFFs are matchmaking geniuses. Sweet! Not long after they schemed to get Ginnie’s widowed dad to fall in love with Tillie’s divorced mom, Ginnie stumbled upon her late mom’s journals, making life even more awesome sauce … until her dad confiscated the journals, determined to protect Ginnie from a danger he won’t name. Ginnie is counting on her future sister’s help to make Dad change his mind, but Tillie’s not so sure the ghost of Ginnie’s mom will make a good addition to their new family tree.   The girls’ world gets flipped upside-down when a blast from the past shows up and makes Tillie go nutburgers. Ginnie is torn between helping her best friend and what could be the answer to her deepest wish.”
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When Monique Bucheger isn’t writing, you can find her playing taxi cab driver to one or more of her 12 children, plotting her next novel, scrapbooking, or being the “Mamarazzi” at any number of child-oriented events. Even though she realizes there will never be enough hours in any given day, Monique tries very hard to enjoy the journey that is her life. She shares it with a terrific husband, her dozen children, a son-in-law, and 3 adorable grandchildren, one cat, and many real and imaginary friends. She is the author of the Ginnie West Adventure middle-grade series: The Secret Sisters Club, Trouble Blows West, & Simply West of Heaven. and Being West Is Best, a picture book: Popcorn.

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Question and Answer with the Author
 
1.     Dream vacation? Disneyland with unlimited money to spend.
2.     Something unique about you? I have 12 kids
3.     What one food will you NOT eat?Onions


SNIPPET # 3:
Ginnie has very few memories of her mother
who died when she was 3 1/2
in this snippet she recalls a long-forgotten
incident that happened the day of her mother
s fatal accident.
Ginnie opened a drawer and fished out a pink comb. After parting her
hair, she set the comb on the sink. She felt a swish behind her. Turning
quickly, she caught a flutter of curls in the mirror, but they weren
t hers.
Gins, honey, stand still. I cant very well make a straight part with you wiggling like a little worm,
now can I?
For a moment Ginnie was three again and
pulling away as Mama tried to part her hair. She heard every word Mama spoke in
Mama
s soft Southern accent.
No, Mama. Only one ponytail. Two takes too long. I wanna ride
Love with you. Just one ponytail.
She jerked backward and bumped against Mamas pregnant belly.
Sugar, be careful. Youll hurt the
baby.
Mama took Ginnies chin firmly in her hand. Be soft.
Present-day Ginnie felt a rush of sadness and shame as young Ginnie
stomped her foot.
Sorry! Little Ginnie pulled her chin from Mamas hand. Just one
pony.
Mama frowned. Be nice.
You
re a big sister now. You have to be a good example.
I just wanna ride with you. I dont want you to do my hair. Young Ginnie grabbed Mamas hand and pulled.
In a minute. Be patient and let me finish your hair.
No!
Excuse me? Both Ginnies shuddered when Daddys voice came through the doorway. He knelt in front of her at eye
level.
I sure hope I didnt just hear
you sassing your mama. Sassy girls don
t get to ride horses. Sassy girls take time-outs.
Both Ginnies blinked. Goosebumps dotted their arms.
Todd, Im handling
it. No need to growl,
Mama chided softly and pulled young Ginnie close. Youll stand still and let me finish, wont you, Gins?
Yesm. Ginnie watched her dad out of the corner
of her eye.
Sorry, Mama.
I didnt growl, Daddy said in a quiet voice and stood.

 

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29 July 2015

12 Days of Back to School Books – Day 3

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I have one of those brains that won’t turn off at night. Many nights I would distract my intellect by revamping a movie, book or TV show in my mind. I would twist and turn the plots and characters to achieve the ending I preferred. That developed into side stories about my favorite minor characters. Each night I fell asleep in the middle of a grand adventure.

It wasn’t long before I began to create stories of my own and put pen to paper.

I love a good adventure. I love a good romance. As the mother of seven children I also learned to love to play video games. One day it occurred to me to write an adventure that flowed like a video game and I added a touch of romance. Thus, Hypnotic Journey was born.

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What good is magic if it can’t heal a broken heart?

Risking everything to save Sarah from the elven council’s decision to execute her for treason, the elf Prince Cabal rescues her and the others. They quickly disappear in search of the menacing storm cloud responsible for assassinating the wizards of the elf council.

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Snippet Time
“The trolls built the large fire in mere minutes. The ailing trees
fell easily with a few short blows, of their huge axes. By the time Gravid’s
garrison had backtracked and crossed the river, the trolls had laid out nearly
a dozen trees. Cabal climbed the white stone embankment to peer into the water
for signs of the beast. Sarah began to work her magic, envisioning the black
form creature lying at the base of the frothy water.
As the warriors and trolls worked together to pile the logs, Sarah
searched the dark water with her mind, searching for the dead beast.
Feeling a coldness touch her mind as her probe reached the bottom of the dark
water, she knew she had found the creature.  She glanced up at Cabal, and
signaled that she was ready to begin. Sarah move her thought under the beast
and pushed it upward until it slowly breached the surface of the frigid spring
fed pool. Elves and trolls scrambled from the large pile of logs, staring at
the water as the sleek, purplish-black skin of the dead beast broke the
surface. The sickening stench increased tenfold as soon as it appeared, nearly
overwhelming Sarah.
High above the beast, perched upon the boulders that partially
blocked the falls, Cabal staggered back as the reeking odor hit him. Sarah’s
ear-piercing scream filled the air, causing Cabal to lose his balance and
tumble over the slick rock, plunging toward the black water. Sarah struggled
against her horror and the awakening of the beast, as the sleek black blob
quivered in the warm air then slowly began to spread itself out over the
water.  Letting the beast’s carcass drop, Sarah reached out with her magic
and pulled Cabal from the water, placed him on the yellow grass beside the
pond.
Cabal yanked his sword free, as he reached the ground. Running
toward the edge of the pond, Gravid shouted for his warriors as the trolls
scattered, bellowing in fear. From across the river, Nicole rushed forward,
chastising herself for not bringing the black, crystal talisman she possessed.
The creature was not dead! It had merely lain helpless at the bottom on the
pool, waiting. Its brief moment in the sunlight was enough to give it strength.
It was coming back to life, and they had no weapon to stop it. Feeling the
reassuring pressure of Jack’s hand on her arm, she watched as the beast shot
from the water and soared over their heads to land on the pile of logs behind
them.

Not waiting for the others, the two lovers
attacked. There was a chance in its new awakening that it was still weak. It
remained a large blob of black tar. It showed no sign of the metamorphic powers
it possessed nearly a year ago. Raising his sword high, Jack swung viciously at
the slithering beast as it attempted to dislodge the pile of logs. Severing a
large piece of the formless creature, Jack became quickly entangled as it
surrounded his feet, and climbed up his legs. Screaming, Nicole dragged him back
from the beast, toward the water, tearing at the black ooze with her fingers as
it spread attempting to engulf him in a thin black film.”

 
And a few fun interview questions
What was the hardest part of writing your book, and how did you overcome it?

Normal life stress grow high it becomes a motivation killer for me. I have to force myself to write to get the juices flowing and at times stop writing and relax to reduce stress. 

What is your favorite late night snack?

I don’t snack at night but if I did it would probably be frozen cool whip with a scattering of strawberries.

 

 
 

 

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