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Changing Moon

Paranorm World #3

by June Stevens

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Published:  June 30th, 2016
Publisher:   Crimson Tree Publishing
Genre:  NA mature Paranormal Romance
Content Warning:   Contains adult and sexual content
Recommended Age:  17+
About the Book
A brutal attack has left Anya’s body and life forever changed.
The man she loved is gone, her relationship with her family is in tatters, and her future is dead. With the woman who attacked her still at large, her growing friendship with Luca is the one comfort keeping her sane.
Determined to take control of her life and her body, she finds her purpose to move forward… getting revenge.
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ExcerptAs the fog in my brain lifted and I climbed towards consciousness, it was as if I could feel every cell in my body, and they were all throbbing. There wasn’t any real pain; it was more like every nerve ending in my body was on high alert. I tried lifting my eyelids and was surprised to find they were working properly. The room was dim, yet I could see everything clearly—not that there was much to see other than a darkly painted ceiling. When I turned my head, a sharp pain stabbed through my brain.
“Ouch,” I said, my voice coming out in a loud croak.
“You’re awake,” a familiar voice said. Pinky’s face hovered over mine. “Welcome back, darling girl.”
His voice was breathy as if he were whispering, yet it was so loud I couldn’t help but wince. Pain and worry etched his face, and he looked tired in a way I’d never seen before.
“What happened? Where am I?” My voice sounded dry, cracked, and a little panicky. I couldn’t help it. Fear was starting to bubble up inside my stomach, churning it. I felt so odd. So much of my body hurt, and then there was the pain that wasn’t pain, but more of an odd sensation. Where was I and why was Pinky staring down at me as if I’d just come back from the dead?
“Shh, it’s okay,” Pinky said, trying to soothe me.
He laid his hand on my arm, but it hurt and I flinched away. “Ouch,” I said, tears filling my voice. “Pinky, what’s going on? Why does it hurt?”
“Shh, don’t talk. I need to get you some tea to soothe your throat. Lie there and rest.”
Too weak to argue, I did as he bade, closing my eyes as I waited. I didn’t drift back off to sleep, though. I was painfully aware of Pinky moving around the room. It was as if every sound was amplified, and every shift in the air blew across my skin. From the sounds, I’d guessed there was a teapot and crystal warming plate in the room. The scent of herbs and something else I couldn’t name burst into the room as he slid the lids off glass containers. The odor grew stronger before softening as he combined them and poured hot water over the mixture.
Within a few minutes, Pinky was back by my side, though he had never actually left the room.
“Are you ready to try to sit up?” he asked, placing a mug on a table near my head.
“I think so,” I said, opening my eyes and gazing up at his concerned face. I wasn’t completely sure I was telling the truth, but curiosity was gnawing at me. I wanted to know what had happened, but I knew Pinky wouldn’t tell me anything unless he thought I was doing better. Though better than what, I had no idea.
Several minutes later, I was cursing my curiosity and wishing I’d just told Pinky I wasn’t ready to sit up yet. But I hadn’t, and I was sitting up. If you could call propped against six pillows that forced me into a sitting position ‘sitting up’. I wasn’t even sure propped was the correct word because the moment Pinky let go of me after putting the last pillow into place, I’d collapsed back onto them, heaving from the pain and effort of getting into the position. Even with Pinky’s help, it had been excruciating and exhausting.
“Here, this will help,” Pinky said, holding the mug of warm liquid to my lips.
I sipped it, the strong flavor exploding in my mouth. “What is that?” I asked after swallowing several mouthfuls.
“An herbal tea from River’s garden. Chamomile, I think. There’s some medicine to help your pain mixed in,” he answered, setting the empty mug down. “Are you feeling any better?”
The medicine must be why it tasted so strong, but I was feeling a little better. “My throat doesn’t hurt as much.”
He smiled. “Good.”
“Pinky, what happened? How did I get sick? What’s wrong with me?” As I asked the questions, I watched my father’s face grow serious, dread filling his eyes.
“I’m not sure right now is the best time. I think you need more rest.”
“No,” I said. It took every bit of energy I had, but I pushed his hand away as he tried to pull the blanket up around me. “I don’t want to rest. Please, what happened? Why does everything hurt? Why are you the one taking care of me? Where’s River and Fiona?”
With every question, my voice got more and more shrill. As I asked about my sisters, I realized just how strange, how wrong, it was for them not to be in the room. Were they sick too? Had something happened to them?
“Shh, Anya, calm down, baby. Fiona and River are okay,” Pinky crooned as he gripped my hands between his. I realized I had been screaming out the thoughts in my head and that I was sobbing. “If you’ll drink another mug of tea, I’ll tell you, okay?”
I nodded, the motion making my head ache. “Okay,” I said, trying to stop crying now that I realized I was doing it.
Pinky prepared another mug of tea, and we sat in silence as I drank it. The drink soothed me, sending a warming calm throughout my body. I suspected Pinky had put some sort of sedative in it that would knock me out soon, but I wasn’t about to be deterred.
I held the mug out. “It’s all gone. Now tell me what’s wrong with me. I don’t want to wake up again feeling so confused and scared.”
The moment I spoke the words, I could see the determination to keep me in the dark fade from Pinky’s demeanor. “Okay. I suppose knowing will be better than the fear of not knowing. What do you remember?”
I shook my head, grateful that the last cup of tea had taken away the stabbing pain behind my eyes. “I don’t know. What do you mean?”
“Before you woke up here, what is the very last thing you remember doing?”
I thought hard, trying to focus. An image of Farrah and River formed in my mind. They were laughing. “I was at the market with Farrah and River. We were having lunch.”
“You don’t remember anything else? Do you know what you did after you left the market?”
I tried to think. I remembered telling River goodbye and walking towards the bridge with Farrah, but as we neared the bridge, everything got fuzzy, and then it was black. I couldn’t remember. As I concentrated, another sharp throbbing started behind my left eye. I rubbed at my temple.
“I don’t know, Pinky. I can’t remember.” My voice was nearing hysteria.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Pinky said, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling me into his arms. “I’m going to tell you what happened, but I need you to promise to try to stay calm. You are safe and loved, and no matter what, you will be okay. Promise to remember that?”
I nestled my head against his chest, much as I did when I was a child. The comfort of his arms was accompanied by the feeling of dozens of tiny bees stinging my skin at every point where we touched, but I ignored it. A sense of dread was slipping over me, but I needed to know. “I promise.”
As my adoptive father cradled me in his arms and rocked me like a baby, my entire world was pulled out from under my feet. He told me Farrah and I had been attacked, and that Farrah was fine, but I’d been kidnapped. He didn’t have any other details except that Jarrett and Fiona tried to get me back, but the kidnapper, some woman named Cora, had cut my throat. I’d been dying and the only chance they’d had to save me was to infect me with the N-V virus.
The only way to save my life had been to change it forever. To change me forever. I was now a vampire.

 

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JUNE STEVENS WESTERFIELD writes romantic fiction with strong, confident heroines. Her non-fiction work includes collections of real life stories that help give other women a voice. In addition to writing, she runs two small businesses designing greeting cards and websites. When not working she can be found reading, making jewelry, or snuggling on the sofa with her husband and six furbabies binge watching Netflix.

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Changing Moon

Paranorm World #3

by June Stevens

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Published:  June 30th, 2016
Publisher:   Crimson Tree Publishing
Genre:  NA mature Paranormal Romance
Content Warning:   Contains adult and sexual content
Recommended Age:  17+
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About the Book
A brutal attack has left Anya’s body and life forever changed.
The man she loved is gone, her relationship with her family is in tatters, and her future is dead. With the woman who attacked her still at large, her growing friendship with Luca is the one comfort keeping her sane.
Determined to take control of her life and her body, she finds her purpose to move forward… getting revenge.
 Purchase Links

Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Goodreads

 

Excerpt

As the fog in my brain lifted and I climbed towards consciousness, it was as if I could feel every cell in my body, and they were all throbbing. There wasn’t any real pain; it was more like every nerve ending in my body was on high alert. I tried lifting my eyelids and was surprised to find they were working properly. The room was dim, yet I could see everything clearly—not that there was much to see other than a darkly painted ceiling. When I turned my head, a sharp pain stabbed through my brain.

“Ouch,” I said, my voice coming out in a loud croak.

“You’re awake,” a familiar voice said. Pinky’s face hovered over mine. “Welcome back, darling girl.”

His voice was breathy as if he were whispering, yet it was so loud I couldn’t help but wince. Pain and worry etched his face, and he looked tired in a way I’d never seen before.

“What happened? Where am I?” My voice sounded dry, cracked, and a little panicky. I couldn’t help it. Fear was starting to bubble up inside my stomach, churning it. I felt so odd. So much of my body hurt, and then there was the pain that wasn’t pain, but more of an odd sensation. Where was I and why was Pinky staring down at me as if I’d just come back from the dead?

“Shh, it’s okay,” Pinky said, trying to soothe me.

He laid his hand on my arm, but it hurt and I flinched away. “Ouch,” I said, tears filling my voice. “Pinky, what’s going on? Why does it hurt?”

“Shh, don’t talk. I need to get you some tea to soothe your throat. Lie there and rest.”

Too weak to argue, I did as he bade, closing my eyes as I waited. I didn’t drift back off to sleep, though. I was painfully aware of Pinky moving around the room. It was as if every sound was amplified, and every shift in the air blew across my skin. From the sounds, I’d guessed there was a teapot and crystal warming plate in the room. The scent of herbs and something else I couldn’t name burst into the room as he slid the lids off glass containers. The odor grew stronger before softening as he combined them and poured hot water over the mixture.

Within a few minutes, Pinky was back by my side, though he had never actually left the room.

“Are you ready to try to sit up?” he asked, placing a mug on a table near my head.

“I think so,” I said, opening my eyes and gazing up at his concerned face. I wasn’t completely sure I was telling the truth, but curiosity was gnawing at me. I wanted to know what had happened, but I knew Pinky wouldn’t tell me anything unless he thought I was doing better. Though better than what, I had no idea.

Several minutes later, I was cursing my curiosity and wishing I’d just told Pinky I wasn’t ready to sit up yet. But I hadn’t, and I was sitting up. If you could call propped against six pillows that forced me into a sitting position ‘sitting up’. I wasn’t even sure propped was the correct word because the moment Pinky let go of me after putting the last pillow into place, I’d collapsed back onto them, heaving from the pain and effort of getting into the position. Even with Pinky’s help, it had been excruciating and exhausting.

“Here, this will help,” Pinky said, holding the mug of warm liquid to my lips.

I sipped it, the strong flavor exploding in my mouth. “What is that?” I asked after swallowing several mouthfuls.

“An herbal tea from River’s garden. Chamomile, I think. There’s some medicine to help your pain mixed in,” he answered, setting the empty mug down. “Are you feeling any better?”

The medicine must be why it tasted so strong, but I was feeling a little better. “My throat doesn’t hurt as much.”

He smiled. “Good.”

“Pinky, what happened? How did I get sick? What’s wrong with me?” As I asked the questions, I watched my father’s face grow serious, dread filling his eyes.

“I’m not sure right now is the best time. I think you need more rest.”

“No,” I said. It took every bit of energy I had, but I pushed his hand away as he tried to pull the blanket up around me. “I don’t want to rest. Please, what happened? Why does everything hurt? Why are you the one taking care of me? Where’s River and Fiona?”

With every question, my voice got more and more shrill. As I asked about my sisters, I realized just how strange, how wrong, it was for them not to be in the room. Were they sick too? Had something happened to them?

“Shh, Anya, calm down, baby. Fiona and River are okay,” Pinky crooned as he gripped my hands between his. I realized I had been screaming out the thoughts in my head and that I was sobbing. “If you’ll drink another mug of tea, I’ll tell you, okay?”

I nodded, the motion making my head ache. “Okay,” I said, trying to stop crying now that I realized I was doing it.

Pinky prepared another mug of tea, and we sat in silence as I drank it. The drink soothed me, sending a warming calm throughout my body. I suspected Pinky had put some sort of sedative in it that would knock me out soon, but I wasn’t about to be deterred.

I held the mug out. “It’s all gone. Now tell me what’s wrong with me. I don’t want to wake up again feeling so confused and scared.”

The moment I spoke the words, I could see the determination to keep me in the dark fade from Pinky’s demeanor. “Okay. I suppose knowing will be better than the fear of not knowing. What do you remember?”

I shook my head, grateful that the last cup of tea had taken away the stabbing pain behind my eyes. “I don’t know. What do you mean?”

“Before you woke up here, what is the very last thing you remember doing?”

I thought hard, trying to focus. An image of Farrah and River formed in my mind. They were laughing. “I was at the market with Farrah and River. We were having lunch.”

“You don’t remember anything else? Do you know what you did after you left the market?”

I tried to think. I remembered telling River goodbye and walking towards the bridge with Farrah, but as we neared the bridge, everything got fuzzy, and then it was black. I couldn’t remember. As I concentrated, another sharp throbbing started behind my left eye. I rubbed at my temple.

“I don’t know, Pinky. I can’t remember.” My voice was nearing hysteria.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Pinky said, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling me into his arms. “I’m going to tell you what happened, but I need you to promise to try to stay calm. You are safe and loved, and no matter what, you will be okay. Promise to remember that?”

I nestled my head against his chest, much as I did when I was a child. The comfort of his arms was accompanied by the feeling of dozens of tiny bees stinging my skin at every point where we touched, but I ignored it. A sense of dread was slipping over me, but I needed to know. “I promise.”

As my adoptive father cradled me in his arms and rocked me like a baby, my entire world was pulled out from under my feet. He told me Farrah and I had been attacked, and that Farrah was fine, but I’d been kidnapped. He didn’t have any other details except that Jarrett and Fiona tried to get me back, but the kidnapper, some woman named Cora, had cut my throat. I’d been dying and the only chance they’d had to save me was to infect me with the N-V virus.

The only way to save my life had been to change it forever. To change me forever. I was now a vampire.

 

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JUNE STEVENS WESTERFIELD writes romantic fiction with strong, confident heroines. Her non-fiction work includes collections of real life stories that help give other women a voice. In addition to writing, she runs two small businesses designing greeting cards and websites. When not working she can be found reading, making jewelry, or snuggling on the sofa with her husband and six furbabies binge watching Netflix.
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Title:  The Forlorned
Author:   Angela J. Townsend
Published: July 21st, 2015
Publisher:  Crimson Tree Publishing
Genre:  Horror
Content Warning:  Violence
Recommended Age:  13+

Synopsis: 
 photo The-Forlorned.jpgWhen Tom Doherty first laid eyes on the lighthouse he knew it was damned.

An advertisement lured him to the island, offering a job renovating the old lighthouse and ramshackle buildings. What he didn’t know was that he was the only applicant. None of the locals wanted the job – no one dared.

Isolated and alone, Tom soon discovers why. Messages from disembodied voices; ghostly visitations and escalating horrors draw Tom deeper into the island’s evil past—a darkness that forces Tom to unbury the truth and bring demons of his own into the light.
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Excerpt from The Forlorned by Angela J. Townsend:
The trap stood in the entryway of the kitchen, smeared with a thick glob of Peanut Butter. Tom sat in the living room and waited for it to spring. He’d take the rat to the opposite side of the island and release it. At midnight, he gave up and climbed into the chair by the fire. The tightness in his body relaxed and sleep overtook him.
Tom was awakened by his shivering only an hour after dozing off. He peered outside his frosted window. There must be a cold front moving in.
He added more wood to the fire and shivered under the quilt. The temperature continued to drop. He could see his own breath come in puffs of steam with every exhale. Exhausted and still shivering, Tom finally dozed again.
Deep asleep in the middle of the night Tom struggled, fought to move, but couldn’t. His eyes refused to open.
A sinister presence loomed over him, trapping him under like a heavy fish net, constricting his every movement, only inches from his face. Icy breath pelted his forehead.
Tom’s eyes snapped open. His chest seized with panic. He was no longer in the chair. He struggled to hold himself upright. Cold, fog-laden night burned his lungs with each gasping breath. His bare feet froze onto cold, wet wood. The crash of thunder and flash of lightning took turns adding to the torment of the night.
As if waking up from a bad dream, Tom stood on the deck of a strange ship. The massive vessel leaned forward and back, driving hard through the waves. Wailing winds and icy sleet tore at her ravaged sails, creating an eerie flapping noise. Tom’s heart pounded. Muffled voices of men shouted over the storm.
A shot rang past his head.
He struggled to wake himself from the nightmare but couldn’t.
Somewhere in the dark a man yelled, “Hold tight!” The sea rose and a wave washed over the ship.
Wrenched off his feet, he landed hard on the deck. He slid to the opposite side of the ship and grasped the edge of a rail just in time to avoid being washed overboard. A hot flash of pain seared in his back.
Tom rolled over and saw the men loading grape and canister shot into cannons lined up along the deck. Scrambling to his feet, he bolted to a man busy loading another round into one of the large guns.
“Who are you?” Tom shouted.
The man looked directly at him but didn’t seem to hear. Angry at being ignored, Tom shouted again, “What’s going on?”
The man looked past him.
Tom ran to the other side of the ship to avoid the salt-stiff rigging as it crashed to the deck. He realized the crew couldn’t see him.
A flash of lightning struck near the rear of the ship and he saw the pursuer, a massive frigate. Her great prow sliced through boiling black waters. An English flag boldly whipped back and forth atop her mast. Daggers of ice hung from her gun ports.
Someone grabbed his arm. He tried to wrench it away, but the hand held fast. He looked into the eyes of a young mast-hand.
“What ship is this? Where am I?” Tom yelled.
Lightning struck again, and the young man turned into a bloated corpse. The flesh fell away from his raw bones. A grape shot wound appeared in his forehead.
“It was hell, Tom. Don’t forget us. Come find us, Tom. Come find us.” 

 

About the Author:

 photo Angela-Townsend225.jpgAngela Townsend was born in the beautiful Rocky Mountains of Missoula, Montana. As a child, Angela grew up listening to stories told by her grandparents, ancient tales and legends of faraway places. Influenced by her Irish and Scottish heritage, Angela became an avid research historian, specializing in Celtic mythology. Her gift for storytelling finally led her to a full time career in historical research and writing. A writer in local community circulations, Angela is also a published genealogical and historical resource writer who has taught numerous research seminars. Currently, Angela divides her time between writing, playing Celtic music on her fiddle, and Irish dancing.

 Angela resides on a ranch, in rural Northwestern Montana, with her two children Levi and Grant.

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Wicked Luck Book Blitz

Wicked Luck

Author:  Shannon L. Maynard

Series:  Wicked Luck Trilogy #1

 

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Published:   June 23rd, 2015

Publisher:  Crimson Tree Publishing

Genre:  NA Romance

Content Warning:  Violence, Adult Themes

Recommended Age:  14+

 

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Wicked-LuckHow can Ava Starr’s worst nightmare be Dax Miller’s dream come true?

For the past three years, Dax has been stranded on Lamarai Island with his stepsister and two tribes of cannibals. But now a beautiful girl named Ava has washed up on shore. After secretly reading her journal, he believes she is a perfect match to the girl of his dreams. He’s determined not only to keep her alive, but also to win over her heart by convincing her to forget about her past and the secrets that continue to haunt her.

Ava Starr has always been the epitome of bad luck, but she never imagined she would wake up and find herself on a cannibal-infested island with no memory of how she got there. The last thing she remembers is boarding a plane with her pilot boyfriend, Preston. But now he and his crew are missing, and she must find him before a tribe of hungry cannibals finds him first. But Ava’s troubles have followed her to Lamarai, where once again she’s surrounded by danger and people who want her dead. She finds herself caught in a web of deceit and soon discovers the answers to her mysterious past can be found in the most unlikely of places, and that no one is actually who they seem to be.

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from Wicked Luck by Shannon Maynard

With a satisfied grin, I drop the book in my pocket and step out from behind the tree.

“Well, well, well. What a predicament. Gives new meaning to the phrase ‘sticky situation’ doesn’t it?” My voice startles her and causes a sharp intake of breath as she opens her eyes.

“Dax,” she says with a relieved exhale.

“Hey princess.” I give her my best Cheshire smile. “Looks like your little escape plan didn’t work out so well, huh? Well, I hope you have better luck escaping from that pit of quicksand.”

I turn to walk away.

“Wait! Where are you going?” she asks, and despera­tion oozes from her voice.

I pause to get control of the amusement cracking away at my serious expression before turning around. “I don’t know. I think I’ll head back to the beach and wait for a hot blonde to wash up on shore.” Her mouth falls open right on cue. “Oh, and sorry to break it to ya’, but you didn’t get the part. Since it’s my fantasy, I was looking for someone friendlier, a little more trusting, a little less sassy, and what was the last thing? Oh, yeah. Someone who actually likes me. But don’t feel bad—you nailed the physical profile,” I say with a wink.

“Stop being a jerk and help me,” she says, and then softens her tone. “Please?”

I uncross my arms and rest my hands on my hips. I’m pretty sure she already regrets that last comment, but I can’t stop now. “Look, princess. I’m a lot of things, but a jerk isn’t one of them. And don’t worry; I’m sure someone else will find you soon. A hungry cannibal—or Roxy. And I’m starting to think you and her might make a good team. The pity-party duo. She’s hateful, complains constantly, and she’s also a member of the ‘I hate Dax club’, just like you.”

I turn my back on her again and take a step.

“Wait! I don’t hate you. Please don’t leave me. I’m sorry.”

I’m a sucker for apologies but when I turn to face her, I can’t resist putting one hand behind my ear and tilting my head.

“I’m really sorry,” she says again. “For running away and being so grumpy.” I wait for more, and she grits her teeth. “And for not listening to you.”

This is the part where I know she expects me to jump to her rescue, but I lean against a tree with a cocky grin and pull a banana from my pocket. She stares while I peel it, take a bite, and chew slowly. I’m savoring the fruit but also my triumph in having the upper hand.

“Aren’t you going to help me?” she finally asks with a hint of worry.

“I’m still debating. If I leave you here, at least I’ll know where you are and won’t have to worry about you running off. I could even build a little hut around you and toss you food and water now and then. You’d be a lot less trouble that way.”

“Very funny,” she says, but I think it is and I can’t keep from laughing.

 

About the Author

Shannon L MaynardShannon L. Maynard lives in Colorado with her five girls where she is a legal assistant by day and an author by night. In between working and writing she can be found driving kids to soccer, folding mountains of pink laundry, or eating her weight in chocolate. Other addictions include shoe shopping, reading YA, and Australian and British accents (which may be partly to blame for her massive crush on Thor). If she had one wish it would be for more hours in the day to spend enjoying all of the above. Okay, everything except the laundry.

Shannon studied art and criminology before getting a license in cosmetology, but eventually wound up an expert daydreamer; a skill that occasionally leads to getting lost while driving, but has been a huge asset to her love for writing. Her debut novel WICKED LUCK is set to release June 2015 and is the first book in the Wicked Luck Trilogy.

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Twists in Time Book Blitz

Twists in Time

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Published:  June 16th, 2015
Publisher:  Clean Teen & Crimson Tree Publishing
Genre:  Science Fiction, Time Travel
Content Warning:  Some stories may include mild violence and language.
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 photo Twists-in-Time-Antho.jpgWhat would happen if time, the fragile thread that both leads and binds us, could be unwound as simply as untying a knot? Would we go back, charging through our own history, changing and tweaking, plucking at that fragile thread until time itself unraveled all around us? Would we create countless universes through which we could live our fantasies—or would we become our own nightmares? Would we blaze ahead, reckless and wild, into our own futures? Would we become our own heroes, or would we become villains?
Join us for a series of stories that explore time, through the eyes of those bold enough to conquer it, and foolish enough to try to control it. From the award-winning team of authors at Clean Teen Publishing, Twists in Time will both entertain and challenge the way you see the world around you. Because when one finds a way to break the barrier of time, endless worlds of possibilities emerge.
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“After Time” by Sandy Goldsworthy
“The Fall” by Holly Kelly
“The Kiss of Time” by Amanda Strong
“With a Grain of Sand” by Kathy-Lynn Cross
“The Before Sky” by Sherry D. Ficklin
“What You Wish For” by Kelly Risser
“Tides of Time” by Julie Wetzel
“It’s The Little Things” by Jon Messenger
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Chasing Midnight Book Blitz

Chasing Midnight

By Ranae Glass

Series:  Dark of Night, Book 2

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Published:   April 21st, 2015

Publisher:  Crimson Tree Publishing

Genre:  NA Paranormal Romance

Content Warning:  Violence and adult language

Recommended Age:  18+

 

About the Book

Isabel Stone’s life is far from normal. She’s a girl with problems—vampire problems to be specific and, now, she also has one ticked-off specter on her hands. Approached by a childhood friend and medium, Isabel agrees to look into the murder of a local girl, only to wind up inhabited by the solitary witness—a centuries-old ghost who is all too happy to piggyback along in Isabel’s body, and she’s not leaving until the culprit is behind bars.

With the help of her partner, Shane, and her crazy family, Isabel struggles to get to the truth, unmask a killer, and deal with her growing feelings for not one, but two, of the sexy, undead men vying for her heart. Just when things are finally falling into place, a huge revelation takes her out of the frying pan… and straight into the fire.

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Chasing Midnight by Ranae Glass

I ducked behind the brick wall just before a beer bottle whizzed past my head, exploding into shards of brown glass behind me.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I yelled, and peeked over the wall. He was running. I caught sight of him just as he rounded the far corner of the alley. “Get back here, Gallas!”

I didn’t think he would actually take me seriously enough to listen, so I was stunned at his decision to take off rather than stand his ground and fight. I was maybe 130 lbs. soaking wet, and a head shorter than him to boot. Maybe my reputation was finally preceding me. I smirked at the idea as I bolted over the top of my cover, chasing after him.

At the end of the alley there was a tall barbed wire topped fence. The sound of my boot heels hitting the pavement echoed down the dark street. He must have looked up and saw the fence because he turned, bursting through the back door of the antique shop at the end of the alley. I cussed and backtracked. Thank God I was familiar enough with these back streets to know where most of the entrances would exit. Running to the front I arrived at the glass picture window just as Dave Gallas, parole violator and accused hit and run driver, threw himself into the window from the inside, breaking through in a shower of clear glass. I shrieked and collapsed downward, instinctively covering my head with my arms. He leapt over me and kept running.

Aside from a few small scratches, I didn’t feel any severe pain from more wounds.  I wasn’t planning for Gallas to be so lucky. Out of breath and patience I stood, watching him run into the night. Not human, I realized. Besides the idiocy of crashing through a plate glass window and taking off without hesitation or harm—which any meth head could manage—his gait gave him away. It looked almost fluid, as if at any moment he’d lean forward and run like an animal on all four limbs.

With a sigh that contained more than a little satisfaction, I drew the small silver whistle from under my red t-shirt, stuffed it between my lips and blew. Instantly Gallas clutched his hands to his ears and pitched to the side, falling into the middle of the street. I kept blowing as I jogged up to him.

Just as I reached him, I heard some commotion and turned my head to see that we were less than a block from Xavier’s seedy club, the Painted Lady. The bouncer at the door was mimicking Gallas’ stop, drop, and roll impression. Two men who were probably vampires rushed out of the club. Of course. It might not affect them the same way, but with their superior hearing, they could at least hear the dog whistle. I stopped blowing as they helped the burly Were to his feet. He pointed to where I stood over Gallas. Shit. I was about to have company. With fangs.

 

About the Author

Ranae-Glass

Ranae Glass writes New Adult Paranormal Romance. A Southern girl at heart, Ranae loves feeding people, gardening, and sweet tea. She hails from Oklahoma and lives with her family out West where she spins tales of vampires, werewolves, and other things that go bump in the night. You won’t find any ‘vegetarian’ monsters here, her books are best served bloody and are not for the faint of heart. Ranae is the author of the Dark of Night novels from Crimson Tree Publishing.

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Wolves of the Northern Rift Book Blitz

Wolves of the Northern Rift

By Jon Messenger

Series: Magic and Machinery #1

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Published: March 10, 2015

Publisher: Crimson Tree Publishing

Genre: Steampunk

Content Warning: Non-graphic gore/violence

Recommended Age: 16+

 

About the Book

IWolves-of-the-Northern-Riftn a world of science, magic is an abomination.

Magic is an abomination. It spread from the Rift, a great chasm hundreds of miles long that nearly split the southern continent in two. The Rift was a portal, a gateway between their world of science and the mythological world of magic.

On the northern continent of Ocker, King Godwin declared that no magical monstrosity would be allowed within their borders. The Royal Inquisitors were formed to investigate reports of mystical occurrences and, should they be found, to destroy them.

Inquisitor Simon Whitlock knows his responsibilities all too well. Along with the apothecary, Luthor Strong, they’ve spent two years inquiring into such reports of magical abominations, though they’ve discovered far more charlatans than true magical creatures. When assigned to investigate Haversham and its reports of werewolves, Simon remains unconvinced that the rumors are true. What he discovers in the frozen little hamlet is that the werewolves are far more real than he believed; yet they’re hardly the most dangerous monster in the city.

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from Wolves of the Northern Rift by Jon Messenger

Simon stepped into the hallway and pulled his door closed. He reached across the divide and straightened Luthor’s tie, which hung askew from the center of his neck. As he straightened the tie, he caught a scent of something foul in the air. He wrinkled his nose and glanced over his friend’s shoulder.

“Do you smell that? It’s atrocious. It’s a mixture of spoiled milk and gangrene. Please tell me that isn’t coming from your room.”

Luthor blushed slightly and looked over his shoulder. “I accidentally broke one of my vials when I was unpacking. It’s an unpleasant scent, to be sure.”

Simon frowned. “Please don’t tell me that was one of the liquids in that foul brew you gave me on the zeppelin.”

Luthor pushed his glasses back up his nose but remained silent.

“Luthor?” Simon asked, arching his brow inquisitively. “It wasn’t, was it?”

When the apothecary didn’t reply, Simon threw up his hands in disgust and stormed down the hall.

“In my defense,” Luthor said as he hurried to catch up, “you told me not to tell you.”

“I swear that you’re trying to poison me. You slip these terrible concoctions into my drinks just to kill me slowly.”

“There are actually indigenous tribes along the far eastern shores that intentionally ingest poisons in an attempt to build a resistance to the natural venoms that exist in their flora and fauna. Despite a wide spread acceptance of the practice, only a very small percentage of them actually die.”

“You find the most remarkable ways to try to defend your inane actions,” Simon said. “I’m not an indigenous tribesman from the eastern shore. Please stop trying to poison me.”

“I’d never poison you without your knowledge,” Luthor said before reconsidering his word choice.

“I guess I should be pleased that my friends will stab me in the face, rather than stabbing me in the back.”

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About the Author

Jon-Messenger

Jon Messenger (Born 1979 in London, England) serves as an United States Army Major in the Medical Service Corps. Jon wrote his first science fiction trilogy in 2008 and has since written and published over 10 novels.  The scope of his writing has expanded beyond science fiction to include the New Adult and Steampunk genres.  His books have become Amazon bestsellers, been translated into foreign languages, and have won numerous awards both for content and covers.

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The Resistance Book Tour

The Resistance

By Alicia Michaels

The Bionics, Book 2

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Published:  March 10th, 2015

Publisher:  Crimson Tree Publishing

Genre:  NA Paranormal Romance

Content Warning:  Coarse language, mild sexual innuendo

Recommended Age:  16+

 

About the Book

The-ResistanceAll it takes is a spark…

Blythe Sol never would have thought she would become the face of the Restoration Resistance. Yet, that is just what has happened now that the battle lines have been drawn. With the movement sweeping the United States, the stakes are higher than ever as President Drummond continues to prove his dedication to the destruction of the Bionics and all who stand with them.

The flame has been ignited…

As anger and frustration among the American people reaches the boiling point, citizens begin to fight back, many showing their support for the Bionics… despite the personal costs to themselves. As protests turn violent, and people who once cowered in silence begin to fight back, the government continues its practices that fly in the face of the very principles the nation was founded upon.

The time has come to revolt …

Despite the many losses it has sustained, the Resistance stands strong, leading America into revolution and onward toward change. With an unlikely, ragtag family of misfits at its forefront, the Resistance stands, while a girl who lost everything continues to fight for a future that was once impossible, but may now be within her reach.

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With weapons in our hands, we’ve managed to even the playing field. Still, the Rejects fight with a ferocity that we just cannot match without becoming monsters ourselves. Even now, our side chooses stunning in favor of killing. The ionized cuffs are whipped out as soon as they go down, chaining their prostrate bodies together as they lay unconscious. The issue of what to do with them comes later. The few we have killed are ignored; a necessary evil committed when there is no other choice.

My body goes into fight mode, and all thought is lost. Muscle memory takes over as I fight any and everything in my path. Bones and cartilage snap under my hands, and my well-fired lasers stun one after the other. My concentration is only broken when pain jolts my human arm and explodes in my chest. I glance down to find a jagged tear in the arm of my flight suit and blood welling in a gash going down my bicep, almost to the elbow. The red, sticky liquid oozes down to my fingertips and drips onto the street. I turn to find Baron standing nearby, the long blade that’s attached to his bionic arm speckled with my blood.

“Hello, love,” he says, his Aussie accent thick with sarcasm. “Always a pleasure to see you.”

I level my gun at him and take a shot, but he deflects the single laser with a slash of his blade. It bounces off and disappears somewhere into the fighting mob surrounding us.

“Now, now,” he says, clicking his tongue in admonition. “How very rude of you. I didn’t shoot you. Honestly, love, I thought you and I had a connection.”

“Never!” I hiss. “I am nothing like you!”

He scoffs. “You and I are more alike than you could ever imagine, love. I really do like you, but if you don’t get out of my way, I’m going to have to hurt you more.”

I raise my bloodied arm and curl my hand into a fist. “Retract that blade so I can beat the shit out of you.”

Baron smiles, and insanity glows in his eyes. “Gladly.”

The blade is gone and he lunges at me, a sneer fixed on his face. I race forward to meet him, ducking as he throws the first punch. My leg sweeps out to knock his feet out from under him, but as he goes down, his legs capture mine and twist, taking me with him. He’s over me in a flash, hands wrapped around my throat and choking off my air supply. Remembering my training, I wrap my legs around his waist. Grasping the lapels of his jacket, I roll him off me and switch our positions, straddling him and bringing my titanium fist down on his head. His metal-domed head hits the ground and bounces off, unhurt. Anger clouds my vision as I think of the people in that video being burned to a crisp and children being thrown from a roof. A sound like an enraged growl burns in my chest and escapes my throat as I punch him again and again, the clanking sound of metal against metal resounding as I pound against his head. Baron’s head bobbles like a rag doll and then snaps left as I pound his jaw with a powerful right hook. Blood sprays from his mouth and a tooth goes flying. Typically, a punch in the face from my metal hand can render a person unconscious. Apparently, crazy people are more resilient than others are. A spray of red fills my vision, and I’m torn between being pissed off or grossed out when I realize that Baron has spit blood in my face. Blinking to see through the crimson gore dripping down my face like bloody tears, I don’t see it coming when his head—now dented from my assault—races up toward mine.

My head snaps back, pain explodes through my head and down my spine, and I fall to the ground in a heap. Swiping at my eyes, I cannot muster the strength to lift my head, let alone stand. I can feel my body trying to slip into unconsciousness, but fight it with everything in my being. To lose consciousness now will mean death. Baron stands over me and clenches the fist of his bionic hand, causing the blade to slip out again. He raises it high and sneers down at me.

“If you don’t wish to be a part of the new world order, then you must be eliminated. I won’t allow anyone to stand in my way. Not even you.”

I glare at him and try to raise my head, wincing as I realize some of the blood trickling down my head is my own. There’s a huge gash on my forehead. “How could you do this? You’re ruining the only chance our kind has left of becoming part of society again.”

Baron laughs. “Why would I want to be part of society when I could rule it? That’s the problem with you fools in the Resistance. You don’t see the bigger picture.”

My heart pounds in my chest as he brings his arm down, the blade racing toward me. I muster enough strength to roll out of its path once. The blade scrapes against the gravel and he lifts it again, laughing as he prepares to take my head off with a single blow.

 

About the Author

Alicia-MichaelsEver since she first read books like Chronicles of Narnia or Goosebumps, Alicia has been a lover of mind-bending fiction. Wherever imagination takes her, she is more than happy to call that place her home. The mother of two and wife to an Army sergeant loves chocolate, coffee, and of course good books. When not writing, you can usually find her with her nose in a book, shopping for shoes and fabulous jewelry, or spending time with her loving family.

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The Bionics Book Blitz

The Bionics

by Alicia Michaels

The Bionics Novels, Book 1

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Published:   February 10, 2015

Publisher:  Crimson Tree Publishing

Genre:  NA Paranormal Romance

Content Warning:  Coarse language, mild sexual innuendo

Recommended Age:  16+

 

About the Book

Bionics

All Blythe Sol ever wanted was to be a normal girl. Yet, her dreams of following in her father’s footsteps by joining the military after graduation are crushed when nuclear war comes to the United States in the year 4006. Tens of thousands are killed in a series of attacks on many major cities, while thousands more are left injured from the devastation of the blasts, or terminally ill from the effects of radiation.

When the government offers the sick and injured a second chance as part of the Restoration Project, how could they refuse? Hoping to put her life back together after the blasts take both her arm and her eye, Blythe enrolls in the program filled with hope. She never expects that the bionic additions will change her life so drastically. When it is discovered that those outfitted with the robotic parts have become enhanced beyond the limits of ordinary human ability, normal can never exist for her again.

The Bionics become targets of the government, as fear of them spreads across the nation, further enflamed by media propaganda and political conspiracy. Forced to go into hiding or face execution, society’s outcasts band together to form the Restoration Resistance—an underground rebellion which Blythe becomes a part of in order to survive. She could never imagine that joining them would thrust her at the forefront of an imminent revolution, or that it would put her in a confusing tug-of-war between two of her fellow soldiers—Gage Bronson, the mysterious new addition to the Resistance, and Dax Janner, her best friend. Even though Gage is rapidly capturing her heart, she is forced to face the possibility that her feelings for Dax might just go beyond friendship. However, with impending war and the threat of death hanging over her head, Blythe hardly has time to worry about anything as trivial as a love life…

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I met Blythe on one of the hottest days of the year 4008. Even though we’d just had snow the day before, the temperature is now a blazing 110 degrees in Atlanta, and Georgia’s characteristic humidity is at an all-time high. It is a sign of the times we live in—melted snow streaming down the street in slushy chunks as people in tank tops, shorts, and sandals saunter the sidewalk covered in a glistening sheen of sweat.

I’d give anything to be wearing shorts right now, but I can’t let my legs show. The linen pants I’m wearing are thin, but everything feels like a turtleneck and a pair of corduroys in this heat. I’m walking through a well-to-do neighborhood in northern Atlanta, heading toward a safe house for Bios I’m sharing with about fifteen other people. The safe house is run by an old man we call Pops, and he is not one of us. He lost most of his family in the blasts and just wants to help in any way he can. Little do we know that on this day, the hottest day of 4008, we will lose our only friend and protection from the world in a raid.

It is because of this raid that I encounter a girl with a bionic eye, who sits on the lawn in front of a sprawling, three story house with a white picket fence, crying as she stares down the barrel of a gun. Somehow, everything else ceases to exist in that moment. The groceries I’m carrying fall to the ground and the paper sacks rip, spilling the contents across the pavement. I faintly register the smell of fire and smoke coming from deeper in the neighborhood, and in my mind I know they’ve discovered our safe house and possibly several others.

Families line the street, many of them crying and screaming as MPs cart off their loved ones, shoving them into the back of the hovercrafts lining the street. These crafts are headed for Stonehead and everyone knows once you go in, there is no coming out.

Why this one girl should pull on my heart strings when there are others suffering nearby, I am not sure. Maybe it’s because of the three bodies strewn across the lawn behind her; two adults and a child no older than five, all dead. Maybe it’s because instead of arresting her for due process, three jackass MPs are taunting her over just having killed her family, and threatening to kill her for fighting back as they dragged her from the house.

As I run to her, she looks up and her eyes connect with mine. I know I have to save her.

It all happens so fast. Within the span of a minute, I’ve kicked loose one of the boards of the white picket fence and used it as a weapon against the three MPs. Despite my broken past, this is the first time I will ever kill. I feel no remorse as I shove the pointed fencepost through the face shield of the last officer standing, feel no pity as his blood bathes my neck and shoulders. I feel only primal satisfaction for finally fighting back.

I am tired of running.

The girl is in the fetal position on the ground, clutching dead child against her chest and sobbing in a way I’ve never heard anyone sob before. The sound will haunt my dreams for the rest of my life.

By now we’ve caught the attention of others, who have seen what I’ve done. A riot breaks out on the street, with Bios fighting alongside their families, desperate to save themselves and each other, tired of taking shit from the government.

In the midst of the fray is Blythe, broken, beaten and grieving, lying in the grass like a kicked puppy, waiting to die.

I won’t let her.

About the Author

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Ever since she first read books like Chronicles of Narnia or Goosebumps, Alicia has been a lover of mind-bending fiction. Wherever imagination takes her, she is more than happy to call that place her home. The mother of two and wife to an Army sergeant loves chocolate, coffee, and of course good books. When not writing, you can usually find her with her nose in a book, shopping for shoes and fabulous jewelry, or spending time with her loving family.

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The Bionics Book Tour

The Bionics

By Alicia Michaels

The Bionics Novels, Book 1

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Published:   February 10th, 2015

Publisher:  Crimson Tree Publishing

Genre:  NA Paranormal Romance

Content Warning:  Coarse language, mild sexual innuendo

Recommended Age:  16+

Bionics

About the Book

 

All Blythe Sol ever wanted was to be a normal girl. Yet, her dreams of following in her father’s footsteps by joining the military after graduation are crushed when nuclear war comes to the United States in the year 4006. Tens of thousands are killed in a series of attacks on many major cities, while thousands more are left injured from the devastation of the blasts, or terminally ill from the effects of radiation.

When the government offers the sick and injured a second chance as part of the Restoration Project, how could they refuse? Hoping to put her life back together after the blasts take both her arm and her eye, Blythe enrolls in the program filled with hope. She never expects that the bionic additions will change her life so drastically. When it is discovered that those outfitted with the robotic parts have become enhanced beyond the limits of ordinary human ability, normal can never exist for her again.

The Bionics become targets of the government, as fear of them spreads across the nation, further enflamed by media propaganda and political conspiracy. Forced to go into hiding or face execution, society’s outcasts band together to form the Restoration Resistance—an underground rebellion which Blythe becomes a part of in order to survive. She could never imagine that joining them would thrust her at the forefront of an imminent revolution, or that it would put her in a confusing tug-of-war between two of her fellow soldiers—Gage Bronson, the mysterious new addition to the Resistance, and Dax Janner, her best friend. Even though Gage is rapidly capturing her heart, she is forced to face the possibility that her feelings for Dax might just go beyond friendship. However, with impending war and the threat of death hanging over her head, Blythe hardly has time to worry about anything as trivial as a love life…

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Excerpt

When the airstrip comes into view, I know that we’re in deep shit. Jenica, Blythe, and the Professor haven’t even made it to the craft yet and are ducked down behind a row of hover bikes, taking cover. I can see our hijacked government craft several hundred yards away, its guns raised and swiveling on their turrets as Dax and Sayer try to help us pick off the MPs one by one. It is an impossible task—there are too many of them. The smart thing to do is run, but I know Dax won’t leave without the others. As I weigh my options as quickly as possible, I realize that there is no way we’re getting out of this together.  I start across the tarmac, gun in one hand, raising my COMM device with the other.

“Janner!” I bark as Dax as I make a beeline for a craft parked on the other end of the airstrip. With so much manpower concentrated on the others, this craft is unguarded. I’ve never piloted a hovercraft in my life and what little I do know has come from watching Jenica at the controls, but I can’t think about that now. The MPs are closing in on Blythe and the others and there is nowhere for them to run. “Do you know how to fly one of these things?”

Dax’s voice—or rather, Sergeant Barnes’ voice—crackles over the speaker. “Not that particular model, but Strom does. What are you thinking, Bronson?”

“I’m thinking you need to get out of here and get our rescued prisoners home,” I say as I reach the hovercraft and proceed to climb up toward the closed hatch, all the while praying that it is unlocked.

“That’s a negative, Bronson,” Dax answers, yelling to be heard over the sound of gunfire. “We’re not leaving without our team intact.”

“That’s not exactly an option,” I answer, trying the hatch and find it open. I quickly scramble inside. “We’re going to have to split up. Put Strom on the line and tell him I need a five-minute piloting lesson. I’m going for Jenica, the Professor, and Blythe.”

Dax hesitates for a split second before I hear his heavy sigh over the speaker. “You’d better not get them killed,” he grumbles, and I can picture him grudgingly handling the COMM device to Sayer. “Or I will seriously kick your ass.”

“If I don’t do something, we’re screwed either way,” I retort before Sayer comes on the line.

“Strom here.”

“Strom, give me the basics,” I say as I run up the hovercraft’s center aisle and find the pilot’s chair. Rows of foreign buttons, gauges and screens line the panel in front of me. I watch through the window while the space between Jenica, Blythe and the Professor and the MPs grows smaller. I don’t have much time.

“See that clear plastic box to your right near the throttle?” Sayer asks over the COMM device.

I nod. “Yeah.”

“Pop it open and flip that red switch.”

I do as he says and immediately the hum of the hovercraft tells me it’s turned on. “Done.”

“There’s a series of silver switches to your left.”

I locate them. “Yeah, there are six of them.”

“Those control your elevation. Each one will lift you higher into the air. Flip the first two and that’ll get you high enough that you’re flying but still low enough to swoop down and grab Jenica, Blythe, and Professor Hinkley.”

I quickly follow his instructions and the hovercraft jolts as I flip the two switches, then it ascends, hovering several feet over the ground.

“Now what?” I ask, dropping into the pilot’s chair and fastening the harness. My hands shake as I grip the throttle.

“Fly,” Sayer answers before the connection is cut.

 

Author Interview

It is my pleasure to welcome Alicia Michaels, author of The Bionics, to Room With Books.

Hi Alicia, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Please tell us  about yourself and your background?

Hi there! Happy to be here. I am a wife and mother of three who works from home as an author. I’m a Texas native who loves books, movies, shopping, and food (cooking and eating). I’ve been a published author for three years now, and have written over two dozen books under various pen names.

What were you like at school?

I was a bit of an oddity. I got bullied in elementary and middle school, so I spent a lot of time by myself reading or hanging out with the other nerds and outcasts. I skipped a grade, so I was younger than everyone else, which made it even harder. By the time I got to high school, I got tired of being bullied and stopped taking people’s crap. I became more outgoing, and even though I was never popular, I had a lot of friends. Because, as we all know, the popular crowd is usually very small. There were way more friends to be had outside that circle. I joined the swim team, competed in various choir competitions, and did drama. No matter what, though, I could always been seen with my nose in a book.

Were you good at English?

English was my favorite subject. I was the kid who was happy when there was an essay or term paper to be written, because it was one thing I always knew I could get an A on. I also loved all the great books we got to read for English like The Scarlet Letter, Lord of the Flies, etc.

What are your ambitions for your writing career?

Of course I think all authors would love to be on the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists, and sell millions of books, get rich, and have their books adapted to film. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t dream of those things. But honestly, if that never happens, I’m just happy to have a voice and a platform through which I can share that voice with my work. As long as people are reading my books, I’m happy writing them.

Which writers inspire you?

There are a lot. Too many to name. I have my favorites and go through seasons where one writer is my inspiration for that time. Right now that person is George RR Martin, authors of Game of Thrones. As someone who writes Fantasy, I find him to be an excellent example of exemplary world-building and character development.

Give us an insight into your main character. What does he/she do that is so special?

Blythe is me. She is every 19 year-old girl out there, with the same dreams and ambitions we’ve all had, or still have. She wants a normal life, she wants love, maybe a family someday. But her circumstances are what make her extraordinary. Losing parts of herself in a nuclear attack, and then having to reform her identity once her arm and eye are replaced by bionic prosthetics … fighting for her life when the government turned on her kind … losing everyone she’s ever loved … standing against oppression with a group of vigilante freedom fighters … these are the things that make her extraordinary.

What are you working on at the minute?

Tempest’s Fury, the fourth book in my YA Fantasy series, The Lost Kingdom of Fallada.

Which actor/actress would you like to see playing the lead character from your most recent book?

I’m a huge fan of Jurnee Smollet (The Great Debaters, Tyler Perry’s Temptation, True Blood). Not only does she look exactly how I picture Blythe in my mind, she has the passion and presence to pull the character off.

What made you decide to sit down and actually start something?

At this point, writing has become my livelihood. I went from publishing one novel, to having several out, with three series that have fans waiting for the sequels. So, there really isn’t a choice anymore. This is how I support my family. So when one book is finished, I take a very short time to rest, then I jump on the next one. That isn’t to say that I don’t still enjoy it. This is my job, but I love every day, every minute, every task, every word written.

Do you have a special time to write or how is your day structured?

It’s kind of hard to have structure when two of my kids stay home with me during the day. My oldest is in school, but my boys are both under 4 years old. One is still in diapers. I try to make lists of tasks for the day, and do my best to stick for it, and still make time to write. But it doesn’t always work out that way. I have learned to be flexible and do as much as I can in a day without overextending myself.

Where do your ideas come from?

Ideas jump out at me from everywhere. Inspiration is funny like that. Books, movies, songs … seeing a random stranger in public, or a conversation with a friend. There’s no one place. Inspiration is everywhere.

Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just see where an idea takes you?

Rarely do I outline. If I do, it’s only because certain research I’ve done needs to fit into the story in a certain way. Aside from that, I allow the story to unfold organically, letting the characters drive the story by doing what feels natural. I find that makes the story more spontaneous, and it makes the plot twists more effective.

What is the hardest thing about writing?

Writing is easy. It’s the part that comes after that’s hard. Editing, and taking criticism. Releasing it to the world and waiting for feedback. No matter how many books I write and release, that never changes.

Do you read much and if so who are your favorite authors?

I am always reading! I love multiple genres and authors, so it’s hard to choose favorites. But I do love George RR Martin, Loretta Chase, Julia Quinn, Suzanne Collins, Courtney Milan, C.S. Lewis … the list goes on and on!

For your own reading, do you prefer eBooks or traditional paper/hard back books?

There’s no preference. I just love to read a good story. A book is a book in any form. E-books have become more practical and convenient for me, having kids who like to rip pages, and limited space for storing paperbacks. But I do have a big collection of both kinds.

What book are you reading at present?

Walking the Edge by Zee Monodee (Romantic Suspense)

Tell us about the cover and how it came about.

I love the cover for The Bionics. It can be very hard to find models who fit your character, but the girl we found to portray the main character, Blythe Sol, was just perfect. I wanted to show toughness and vulnerability, and I think she portrays both. We also wanted to do something to show that she is different from other humans, thus the enhancement ot her eye, making it appear different from the other. That is Blythe’s bionic eye.

Who designed your book cover?

Marya Heiman of Strong Image Editing. She’s an AMAZING artist, and understands concepts and how to expand them into a tangible product.

Do you think that giving books away free works and why?

I don’t just think it, I KNOW it works. It continues to be the best way I have found to get my books into the hands of new readers.

How do you relax?

Reading, of course. Shopping, cooking, watching movies with my husband, playing with my kids, sewing. Did I mention shopping?

How can readers discover more about you and you work?

They can visit me at www.fantasybyalicia.com, or one of my many social media pages.

Facebook: www.facebook.com/fantasybyalicia

Twitter: www.twitter.com/fantasybyalicia

Instagram: www.instagram.com/aliciamichaelsauthor

Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/alicia_michaels

Any final words?

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today and for your awesome questions!

Thank you very much for taking the time out of your busy schedule to take part in this interview.

 

About the Author

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Ever since she first read books like Chronicles of Narnia or Goosebumps, Alicia has been a lover of mind-bending fiction. Wherever imagination takes her, she is more than happy to call that place her home. The mother of two and wife to an Army sergeant loves chocolate, coffee, and of course good books. When not writing, you can usually find her with her nose in a book, shopping for shoes and fabulous jewelry, or spending time with her loving family.

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