Thursday, April 17, 2014

The Last Day King

The most magical figure of royal folklore and legendary British king travels to the future to reunite with the girl he fell in love with. The Legend Lives On. In modern day San Francisco, a young girl rescues a boy king from the treacherous waters. The beloved king of lore longs to reunite with his futuristic fascination. After his trusted wizard proposes a mission to save mankind only days before his prophesied death, the king travels with his mystic companions to our time in hopes of embracing his lady love once again, and to save a world which his rule helped create.

Arthur inhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring slightly. "Who is this lovely maiden?" he said, his voice hoarse.
"Do you not remember?" Merlin asked.
Shifting slightly, Arthur took on the aura of a man who knows the impending strategy, yet waits for the attack to come upon him before defending himself. "Tell me."
"You commissioned this painting the night before you married Guinevere. You gazed at it for hours, then entrusted it to me. I remember a boy who dreamt of a different time, who came back to me descanting of a young woman such as this. A child-woman who dragged you to safety upon a beach. In whose eyes you said you saw your destiny."
"No more than a boyhood fantasy."
"No. More. Much more. What if I were to tell you this woman does indeed exist—that I could find some way to reunite you?"
"I would call you a peddler who preys upon those whose emotion has left them devoid of reason." Arthur rose and surveyed the painting.
In his mind's eye, he watched her walk on the beach, heard the cry of seagulls in the air, and felt her moist, salty lips upon his. He shook himself from his reverie, placing his hands on his hips. His silk tunic felt buttery soft under his fingers. "I remember her hands, softer than the garment I wear, softer than anything I have ever touched before." He smiled boyishly as he folded his arms across his chest. "I, a half-drowned, scrawny rat, whom she saved from the waters, unknowing of what time and place I arrived in. She, a heroine, most fair of face and a body fashioned by none other than God himself, with all of the perfections endowed by the greatest artist. St. Nick and his smelly bed covering." Arthur laughed out loud for a brief moment before composing himself. "I could not speak of her to anyone else. Only to you, Merlin. And now you tease me with my blubbery about the woman who dragged me upon the beach, who has ingrained her image into my memory in such a manner that some nights I cannot sleep for the longing of feeling her touch once again."
"She is real. We can find her. You can protect her from the calamities that will befall her in her era."
Arthur ran his fingers over the woman's image. "What gentle kindness and innocence in her face. What virtue and peace she must be accustomed to. Her style of living. Gracious, no doubt. While I have killed, maimed, and destroyed for the sake of bringing order, only to find irony and chaos has cursed me again. What blessings could I bring to a woman such as this? My hands are stained by the blood of thousands of men, so that I could instill a system of law which is constantly abused. Which crushes the lowly even lower beneath the iron of their landowners."
Merlin's crepe paper lips pursed and turned white. "There is a boy in the dungeons I have heard word of, who I believe can take the sorceress Nimue's place. He has the powers of an incubus. Tales of him have spread wide, for the guards have used him to manipulate the weather to prevail in their gambles upon the joust and other games. His name is Alastair."
"Is he a prisoner?"
"He is an orphaned child. Rumor has it he caused plagues of beasts in the market to vex the vendors, and after they were cleared from their stalls, he stole their goods to survive. The prison guards arrested him, but instead of putting him on trial, the warden offered him a job in the dungeons, in exchange for food and shelter. It is said he is essentially held prisoner there, unable to manipulate the weather or call upon large animals to free him."
"Perhaps the child's powers have interfered with my matches against Mordred," Arthur said, as he twirled a pawn between five fingers. "If that is the case, perhaps Lancelot should deal with him." Merlin's expression remained unmoved at his comment. "A jest," said Arthur. "And very obviously, a poor one."
"Since you choose to revert to boyhood habits, tell me once again from your studies what the five pillars of power are that every stronghold must harness?"
"Earth, Air, Fire, Water, and Spirit," Arthur replied. "At five points in a circle. From which can be traced the pentagram, which is a symbol of the harmony of elements and the physical body joining with the higher power of the spirit."
"Precisely the need for the Round Table. For contrary to myth, it is not the Round Table that belies the mystical powers of King Arthur, but the pillars of the five points within. Each of the Mystics is necessary to harness the powers of the pillars, and once these powers are harnessed, anything imaginable can be accomplished. Alastair shall take Nimue's position."
"Could his presence give us the powers we once had?"
"And I would see the woman in the painting again? Someone real, who I could reach out and touch? A woman of flesh and blood and not only a dream?" Arthur asked, his eyes hopeful.

Author Interview Questions:

1. I write because…

I love immersing myself in the sensuous world my characters live in, where touch defines a moment, and sense can influence perspective. So often in life, we are distracted by the mundane tasks of our every day world that we forget to attune ourselves to the sights we see, the sounds we hear, the love we feel. Characters are all of those things, times one thousand. There is a certain thrill in experiencing love all over again as one of my characters would do.

2. If I were your favorite cookie, what would I be?

Whatever cookie you were, I would eat you. As long as you don't have nuts. I'm allergic to nuts. I've never met a cookie I didn't like. Especially a smart one. Heh!

3. Plotter or pantster?

Plotter. I need a blueprint for everything.

4. What is your favorite type of character to write about and why?

Quirky, fun female characters with quick wit and a great sense of humor

5. Hamburgers or sushi?

Do fries come with that?

6. Name three things on your desk.

A cup of green tea, a bottled water, and a snack. I could be here for hours.

7. What books have influenced your writing style?

George R.R. Martin's Song of Ice and Fire Series. Although Stephen King is far from a romantic, I love the way he captures his characters patois so authentically. So his books are a definite influence. Also Anne Rice, who weaves a story with such sensory detail as well as intense conflict. I love her mystical side.

8. Tell us a little about your book.

The Last Day King is a Fantasy/Time Travel Romance set in both modern and medieval times. Based upon Arthurian legend, the novel is a new and exciting twist on medieval romance.
King Arthur's future love interest, Lilith Vandy, rescues the legendary time traveler from the perilous waters of Ocean Beach near the city of San Francisco. Smitten by her from the very beginning, King Arthur spends years of his life pining for her, and finds there is a way he may reunite with her again in future times.

9. What advice do you have for new and aspiring authors?

Learn the craft, follow the rules, then break them. The grand goal is writing your best work. The success of being published, building a fan base, and hopefully making a little money at what you love to do always comes after writing a great book. Then make sure your next one is even better.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?

I am finishing up edits on Nightfall, the first of The Veil Series, a YA Paranormal romance filled with the ghosts and specters haunting the halls of Addison High School. After that, I will work on the sequels to The Ashes of Windsor, a post apocalyptic tale of the lives of two teens after nuclear war, and Vampire Eden, a novella about vampires and zombies in Las Vegas. However, I'm going through an intense situation in my life and the makings of a new story is percolating. I'd better get to work on knocking out some of my to do list here.

Top 5 favorite (pick one) desserts, movies, things to eat, ice cream flavors, books.
1. The Song of Ice and Fire Series. Mr. Martin cannot write these books fast enough. But at least there's the Game of Thrones Series to pacify me until the sequel to A Dance With Dragons comes out.
2. Chocolate Banana Cake at The Office in Cabo San Lucas. This cake is unbelievable, and I know cake.
3. Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream. The surgeon general needs to issue a warning to your loved ones about the sugar free version. Your comforter will rapidly become a Dutch oven, much to the disgust of your loved one. My advice: eat the stuff with real sugar. Just have a smaller scoop.
4. Pets! Nothing makes me feel happier than petting a cat or dog. Or even talking to fish. Yeah, I admit it. I talked to fish swimming in a tank for a good minute. Anything with eyes that can focus on you has the potential to make a good listener. If you've gone through a divorce, I'm sure you'll find that to be a perfectly reasonable thing to do.
5. A Cafe Latte with soymilk, my iPad, and a bistro setting filled with fun and fashionable people. Cocola at Santana Row in San Jose is my favorite place to spend a Sunday morning.

Author bio and picture:
About The Author
Liz Newman holds an MA in Clinical Psychology, and a BA in Mass Communications with a concentration in Broadcast Journalism. Liz Newman worked as an intern at KTVU Broadcasting Station in Oakland, California.  Liz has also worked as a crisis counselor, a community health counselor, and a staff psychologist at a local elementary school.  Liz also contributes anonymously to several texts published to assist children and teens struggling with social and domestic issues. 

Several articles by Liz Newman have been featured in magazines and journals such as San Francisco Socialite, Spirit Song, Highlights, and The Sacramento News and Review, Chic Mom Magazine, Under A Harvest Moon, and Our USA Magazine.   

Several novels and novellas by Liz Newman have been contracted for publication by Breathless Press, Sweet Cravings Publishing, Lycaon Press, and Devine Destinies: an imprint of eXstasy Books.  Her first novel made the Top 10 for Best Print/Electronic Romance Novel of 2011 in the Preditors and Editors Readers Poll.

Liz is currently working on a paranormal series romance.

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My Space: lizrnewman
Twitter: Liz_RNewman
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Friday, April 11, 2014

The House of Chalice Book Blast

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. One randomly chosen commenter will receive a $20 Amazon gift card, an autographed copy of AURONIA, and an autographed copy of THE HOUSE OF CHALICE. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Vartan is lost. His fiancé has just run off with his mortal enemy and now his mother, the Queen of the House of Rose, has disappeared. Venturing into a land with no magic, no army and no fiancé, will he be able to survive?

Lia is in trouble. Clashpeak has a new king who requires a bride, one who has eyes for the young baker’s daughter. During a violent coup, Lia seizes her chance to escape. With every soldier in the kingdom looking for her, nowhere is safe.

An ancient curse lingers in the air, still working its magic. Madness has seized the blood of the royals of the House of Chalice. A battle for power, the likes of nothing Auronia has ever seen, is about to begin…

Enjoy an excerpt:

“Ever since I was a boy, my father would tell me such stories about his adventures. He’d describe this epic battle and detail how he defeated the Raven Queen to save my mother. He’d talk of making pacts with the wood imps and the tree lords. He’d talk of the ancients and how magic was an important part of the land. But,” he says, looking at his reflection in the shining metal, “he never talked to me about what it is like to lose someone.”

Vartan pauses to glance down at the crown of my head, all that he can see of me in the tiny, dark space. I give him no sign that I am listening, yet he continues.

“That’s the one thing we can’t escape, magic or no magic: Loss. Death is one thing. Death I can handle. My life is my own and hopefully my death will be glorious, but still, it will be my death. Loss… Loss ripples out, bashing against the people you love like waves crashing on rocks. It wears them down, turning them to dust and carries them away into a vast sea of nothingness.”

Another pause. He holds his blade to the light. “I saw what losing my mother did to my father. I chased her here, not just to find her for myself, though I desperately wish to know she is alive and safe. It’s my father, you see... I’ve seen your sorrow before. He wears it, curling up in it like a cloak in the dead of winter, but instead of keeping him warm, it only freezes his heart. I can see him becoming bitter and cruel. Without her, we will fall apart. I can’t let that happen. I love my kingdom too much. I love my mother too much. And, above all, I love my father too much to watch him do it.”

He sheathes his sword and grabs me in his arms.

“I know that you want to give up. It is painfully hard to carry on. I may have had an entire kingdom relying on me, but I felt alone in my loss. The thing is…” he pauses, furrowing his brow as he searches for the right words. “…I think the hardest thing to do is to continue on. To die for them would be too easy. Living for them… continuing on… that is the hardest thing of all.”

“So why should I?” I snap, turning away. I can’t bear to look at him. His words hurt me more deeply than my own pain. “Why not let Baston take me? Why not fling myself from the tower window?”

“Because,” Vartan says, resting his hands on my shoulders, “that isn’t the kind of life your parents wanted for you.”

“What do you know about what my parents wanted?” I growl.

Silence. I feel a twinge of guilt, but I can’t get past my own selfish need to lash out at him.

“I don’t,” he says finally. “But… I know it isn’t what I want for you.”

I lift my head and our eyes meet. His words are there, trapped behind those green eyes.

About the Author:
Science Fiction/Fantasy writer in Southern California where the sun shines, the waves roll in and the roads become a backdrop for an apocalypse movie every time the word "precipitation" is mentioned.

Where did you grow up, and how did this influence your writing?

I grew up on a sailboat. That did something odd to my imagination, I think. There is a certain type of surreal serenity that comes with living aboard a boat. That undercurrent seems to run through all my books, even though most of my characters have far more conventional backgrounds. Growing up on a boat helped teach me a stable world evolves not from your environment as much as from your perspective. My books are full of strange worlds and even stranger people, but all my main characters seem to have that grip on reality despite being dropped in the heart of chaos.

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Monday, March 31, 2014

Five Corners: The Marked Ones Virtual Book Tour and Giveaway

Five Corners: The Marked Ones
Cathi Shaw


Growing up in a sleepy village untouched by distant wars and political conflicts, it was easy for Thia, Mina and Kiara to forget such horrors existed in the Five Corners. That is until the dead child is found; a child that bears the same strange birthmark that all three sisters possess. A Mark their mother had always told them was unique to the girls.
Kiara’s suspicions grow as their Inn is soon overrun with outsiders from all walks of life. Strangers, soldiers and Elders who all seem to know more about what is happening than the girls do.

After Mina barely survives an attack in the forest, the sisters are faced with a shattering secret their mother has kept from them for years. As danger closes in around them, the sisters are forced from their home and must put their trust in the hands of strangers.  With more questions than answers, Kiara finds herself separated from everyone she loves and reliant on an Outlander who has spent too much time in army. She doesn’t trust Caedmon but she needs him if she has any hope of being reunited with her sisters and learning what the Mark might mean.

Excerpt 3

Mina realized that she hadn't taken the time for her usual wanderings since Brijit had broken the news to them about their origins. She'd missed this place so much. Usually this was her refuge.

Mina let her feet lead her, finding her favorite corners of the forest, places she'd been visiting since she was a little girl. As she began to fill her basket with herbs, roots and bark, she wondered about the Elders. Although no one had come out and said anymore about them, she hadn't forgotten that Brijit had suggested that Mina's birth parents were Elders. She wasn't sure how she felt about that.

Lost in her thoughts, Mina wandered deeper into the forest. She hardly noticed where she was going, as she was so familiar with this part of the wood. But a few minutes later when she knelt to gather some White Pine needles, she suddenly sensed she wasn't alone.

For some reason Mina found herself wandering forward instead of turning back toward the Inn. Soon her herbal collection was forgotten. Vaguely she realized that she was almost being herded toward the centre of the woods where there was a clearing but she couldn’t stop herself. She began walking faster. Eventually she broke into a run and that's when the shadow made itself seen.

It swooped at her and she screamed.

Its hands were outstretched as it lunged at her and grabbed her arms. Then she was overcome by light and pain before darkness enveloped her.


Cathi Shaw lives in Summerland, BC with her husband and three children.  She is often found wandering around her home, muttering in a seemingly incoherent manner, particularly when her characters have embarked on new adventure. In addition to writing fiction, she teaches rhetoric and professional writing in the Department of Communications at Okanagan College and is the co-author of the textbook Writing Today.

Twitter: @CathiShaw

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Friday, March 28, 2014

Welcome to Paradise


Blurb:  Growing up on an island paradise isn’t as easy as one might think. Sugar is infatuated with the boy next door, worried she won't make the cheerleading squad, and even more worried that she will. She is paranoid that because of the horrendous scar on her face, no one really expects her to succeed at anything. Her sister is smart, her mother is a legendary model, and her father is a famous artist. Her family’s success sets a high bar for her to live up to.

Everything changes for Sugar when a plastic surgeon removes her scar. The surgery makes her beautiful, but she makes the shocking discovery that being beautiful can be awful. When she finally discovers who she is, and what she wants from life, it nearly destroys her tightly knit family. She must confront abuse, an elopement, loss, and a secret her father has kept from her all her life. Sugar is struggling to pull everything together and find her own version of 'Happily Ever After'.

Author Bio: Jennifer Macaire lives in France with her husband, three children, & various dogs & horses. She grew up in upstate New York, Samoa, and the Virgin Islands. She graduated from St. Peter and Paul highschool in St. Thomas and moved to NYC where she modelled for five years for Elite. She went to France and met her husband at the polo club. All that is true. But she mostly likes to make up stories.

Horse of Wind and Shadows: A Visit with L. B. Shire

Five Fast Facts about L.B. Shire and her writing schedule...
1. I write everyday, no matter what horrible mash of words come out. Those can be deleted later.
2. I love to mix and match genres...As in Horse of Wind and Shadows, it has romance, horses, zombies, and an apocalyptic setting!
3. I write from a laptop, on the couch and have the television on. I need the background noise to concentrate!
4. Most of my book ideas popped into my mind while on my lengthy drive to work. It provides lots of thinking and plotting time.
5. My advice to beginning authors...same as what others have said. You have to write. Get those words that haunt you on paper, and go from there!

Book Blurb:
Evil lurks in the waters off the Oregon coast. A lone girl, a magnificent horse, zombies... Can hope prevail with each hoof beat in the sand? 

All Taryn wanted was to have a horse again.
When she spotted the black steed running through the ocean waves, she knew there must be a way to capture the feral horse. Her best friend, Flyn, said it wasn't possible. Not one to turn away from a challenge, will she risk friendships and love to make her dream come true? 

Flyn has been Taryn's self-proclaimed protector since they were kids. Thrust into a world of unpredictability, he tries his best to keep the strong-willed girl out of trouble. Taryn stumbles upon a horse and decides she wants to make it her own against his growing concerns. Will he be able to keep Taryn safe, or will she be lost to him forever?


Flyn, her protector and companion. It started from the moment he moved next door to her parent's house. Like her, he was a single child, left to his own devices much of the time.
They'd become fast friends who played together, shared countless secrets, pulled numerous pranks. And now, they'd survived together, when others hadn't. 
"I can't believe there's a horse near here. I can't wait to see it again." Taryn grasped his shoulder and squeezed. "This is so unbelievable." She bounced on the bed next to him. 
"You and those high maintenance hay burners." He threw his hands in the air and gave her a pointed look. "You can't have a horse, Taryn. Where do you plan keep it, anyhow? People in the compound would serve it up for dinner. Peter would be first in line with his knife and fork." 
Taryn cringed at Flyn's words. Peter, the current leader inside the sanctuary, was also her arch enemy Vanessa's father. "Hey now, I can't help it." A pressure built in her chest as her lips formed a pout. His grim words threatened to take the wind out of her sails. 
"The stallion is beautiful, powerful. Free..." She stared off in the distance. "Maybe that's why it calls to me. It represents what we don't have and haven't experienced in a very long time." Her emotions betrayed her and a tear escaped down her cheek before her fingers could erase it. It seemed a lifetime ago she'd even seen one of her beloved equines. 
"Hey now, don't cry." Flyn gathered her into his arms. Her head rested beneath his chin. His scent was familiar and calming to her senses. 
She pondered how he'd changed this past year they'd lived inside the refuge. He's grown into a man. The smattering of facial hair across his jawline proved it. A very handsome man at that. She sighed. He'd be seventeen this year. 
"You know I hate to cry. It's a useless waste of energy." 
"But it makes you feel better," Flyn said, brushing his finger across her cheek, wiping away the evidence.
"Do you remember the things we used to dream about doing? I'd have my license and could work now. Be able to save money for college. I sometimes wonder if I'll ever be able to go to school and become a veterinarian. I hate this life...fearing if the only thing I have to hope for is to dodge zombies in order to make it through another day." Taryn quieted. The bleak outlook she'd spoken of darkened her mood. If I can catch this horse, life will be more tolerable. 
"Don't feel bad. I have the same worries. In my mind, I try to come up with ways to make our current situation better. There must be a way to get through this, find our families, and feel safe again." Flyn looked her in the eye. 
"I hope you're right," she said. 
Right now, they endured and existed. Food, health, and a ray of sunshine. They considered the simple things in life precious gifts to hold tight to their hearts. 
"From now on, when we leave the compound, I'm not letting you out of my sight. Understood? It'll be over my dead body one of those zombies gets a chance to infect you." He pulled her from his chest and clutched her upper arms. Tension radiated through his fingertips and zinged across her skin. 
"You know I'm able to take care of myself. I've learned how to stay alive. I don't need you babysitting me every second of the day." Her words sounded strong and sure to her own ears. Too bad little nags of doubt crowded her mind. She brushed them away. If I want to capture this horse, I need to be strong.


Author Bio: L.B.Shire

L.B. Shire has been writing stories for as long as she can remember. A lover of most all genres, her favorites include: Western Romance, YA, Paranormal and Shifter stories, to name a few!
When not writing or researching, L.B. enjoys spending time with family, riding one of her horses, and, of course, reading anything that is set before her! She currently resides on the West Coast in a sleepy little mountain town. There, in the midst of all that beauty, she plans her characters' next adventures.
For more information on L.B. Shire, please visit her blog @ or visit her Facebook page   

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Bee Stings

Title: Bee Stings
Author: RosaLinda Diaz
Genre: Chicklit

The decisions we make create and destroy us.  Fourth grade teacher Poppy Rodriguez thinks she has all the answers, and realizes, perhaps too late, that she needs schooling in just about every area, especially love--oh, and baking. 
A novice in the kitchen and the bedroom Poppy samples both, while surrendering to Michael Borchard’s irresistible charm, when she joins his baking class. There are a couple hiccups––it’s a kids’ class, and he’s married. Poppy and Michael improvise a recipe for passion that hits all the right spots. Their honeyed entanglement becomes increasingly sticky as his wife and her past muddy their budding romance. Is love stronger than circumstances, or will Poppy succumb to the sweetest temptation?

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Excerpt #1
I completely forgot to buy pastries this morning. The ominous, glowing, red digital clock on the wall reads eight fourteen. There are exactly eleven minutes for me to go to the supermarket three miles away, fight morning drop-off traffic, and set up the teachers’ lounge. After weighing my options of not providing treats today, versus facing Michael, I take a deep breath, zip my Sunny Vale Elementary hoodie, and start walking.
The little bell tinkles as I step inside the bakery. I’m instantly surrounded by the warm inviting scent of baking bread. There’s no one behind the counter, and I let out the breath I’m holding.
“Hello?” I call to the empty room. “Michael? I need your help.” There is no reply, or noise of any kind from the kitchen. “It’s Fat Friday, right now, and I totally forgot. Help.”
Michael appears, grinning roguishly. He looks incredibly sexy with his bed-head, white T-shirt, faded jeans and red apron; he’s sort of a more domestic, approachable bad boy, but with the same rakish edge. I need to stop coming here.
“So, that’s what it takes. I’ll make a mental note,” he says, and slides two large, bubblegum-pink bakery boxes across the counter.
I’m speechless.
“It’s not like you haven't been doing this all year, every six weeks right? I just figured you forgot to call in your order last night.” He opens a box to reveal the most delectable pastries imaginable. They look even better than the ones in the display cases.
“You’ve just saved my life,” I say, strongly resisting the urge to vault over the counter. “There’s no telling the wrath that would have been unleashed if I’d shown up empty-handed.”
“My pleasure, and there’s no charge,” he replies, blushing, or maybe it’s just hot in here.
“I can’t let you do that. Please, let me pay,” I say, nudging the credit card along the box edge.
“Why won’t you join my baking class?” he says, pushing the credit card toward me. “Once you master the basic principles, I’ll create an expanded lesson just for you. Then you’ll be learning more and feel like you’re getting your money’s worth. How about it?” he says in practically a whisper... our little secret. He gently grasps my hand.
The bakery door flies open; three of my former students, followed closely by a trendy mom wearing a pink velour track suit, stroll inside. He releases my hand.
“You realize this will give my students reason to mock me for the rest of the year,” I tell him.
“But the year’s half over,” he says, watching as I pick up the pastry boxes. “Is that smile a yes?”
“See you Tuesday,” I reply.
The heat of his gaze follows me to the door, but the brisk spring air slaps me across the face and back to reality. I’m late.

 Author Bio
About the Author: RosaLinda Diaz, was raised in a particularly magical section of Los Angeles; between the original Disney Hyperion Studios and Snow White’s Cottages. The magic in the air and soil gave her already active imagination roots and wings. Wings that took her gypsying around Europe, Australia, and Africa, and roots that brought her back to California to earn her B.A. at Pepperdine University. She makes her home in California’s Central Coast igniting the fire of creativity and sparking imaginations with her endeavors.

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Thursday, March 13, 2014

Learning to Swim Blog Tour

Title: Learning to Swim
Author: Annie Cosby
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

When Cora’s mother whisks the family away for the summer, Cora must decide between forging her future in the glimmering world of second homes where her parents belong, or getting lost in the bewitching world of the locals and the mystery surrounding a lonely old woman who claims to be a selkie creature—and who probably needs Cora more than anyone else.

Through the fantastical tales and anguished stories of the batty Mrs. O’Leary, as well as the company of a particularly gorgeous local boy called Ronan, Cora finds an escape from the reality of planning her life after high school. But will it come at the cost of alienating Cora’s mother, who struggles with her own tragic memories?

As the summer wanes, it becomes apparent that Ronan just may hold the answer to Mrs. O’Leary’s tragic past—and Cora’s future.

Excerpt 3:

“The Irish told each other stories about a sea creature much like the mermaid. Only she’s called the Merrow.” She readjusted the scarf on her head as she nodded knowingly. “They’re sweet, sweet creatures. Capable of real love. Well, human love—if that can be said to be real love.”
“Do you believe in them?” I asked skeptically.
The old woman’s eyes remained fixed on a spot on the horizon. I followed her gaze. There was nothing but boats and seagulls, the normal fare of the ocean. She finally seemed to find herself and her eyes continued to rove.
“They say that love cannot overcome nature,” she finally said. “Supposedly the nature of the Merrow always overcomes whatever love they held for their human man. She will always go back to her people under the sea.”
Sounded to me like a cruel comment on female nature made by a bitter man.

Annie Cosby is a YA author and editor from St. Louis, Mo. She splits her time – and her wardrobe – between St. Louis and Galway, Ireland.
She's currently working on the second Hearts Out of Water novel, Learning to Live, and would absolutely love to hear from some YA readers!

Monday, March 10, 2014

Sanctuary Book Tour and Giveaway

Release Date: 09/10/13

Summary from Goodreads:
In a heart-racing thriller described as Falling Skies meets The Walking Dead, Jennie struggles to find a safe place for what’s left of her family. But it seems as though there is no place sacred, no place secure. First the aliens attacked the sun, making it dimmer, weaker, and half what it used to be.

Then they attacked the water supply, killing one-third of Earth’s population with a bitter contaminate. And when they unleash a new terror on humankind, the victims will wish for death, but will not find it…When the world shatters to pieces around her, will Jennie find the strength she needs to keep going?

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About the Author
In simple language, Pauline Creeden creates worlds that are both familiar and strange, often pulling the veil between dimensions. She becomes the main character in each of her stories, and because she has ADD, she will get bored if she pretends to be one person for too long.

Pauline is a horse trainer from Virginia, but writing is her therapy.

Armored Hearts, her joint effort with author Melissa Turner Lee, has been a #1 Bestseller in Christian Fantasy and been awarded the Crowned Heart for Excellence by InDtale Magazine. Her debut novel, Sanctuary is scheduled for release September 30, 2013, and has already been nominated for two awards in YA Science Fiction.

One of Pauline's short stories has won the CCW Short Story contest. Other short stories have been published in Fear & Trembling Magazine, Obsidian River and Avenir Eclectia. An urban fantasy short will appear in The Book of Sylvari: An Anthology of Elves from Port Yonder Press, and a vampire short will appear in Monsters! from Diminished Media Group. 

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