Wednesday, March 29, 2017

VISIBLE THROUGH DARKNESS by Auden Johnson

VISIBLE THROUGH DARKNESS
by Auden Johnson

Jade Greer is an outcast. Her only light is memories of her dead family. An unusual call leads her to Serin, a prisoner trapped in darkness for twenty years. Saving him leads Jade to a world for people with powers. A world her parents were once a part of. Jura, the once vibrant world, is dying. The magic is leaving the land. Jade and Serin have no homes to go back to, but they move forward with hope because they're no longer alone.

EXCERPT
Jade lunged at him. He fell backwards. She straddled his chest and beat her fist and her frustrations into his face. No one would care what she did to him. He made her relive everything this world represented and everything she couldn’t have. Her fists burned. No one would care. People were supposed to care. He wore a wedding ring. He had a wife and maybe children. This world didn’t raise people to honor such commitments.

What Mom and Dad had was beautiful. She once wished for something like that. People like him turned that dream to ash. She punched and punched. He stopped moving. Why was she born into such an ugly world? Why couldn’t she be selfish like everyone else?

His face caved under her blows. Finally, something bent to her will. Her fist drilled though his skull. Jade’s blood sang. His head became bloody ground beef flecked with small hard pieces. She punched concrete. She needed to stop. Her body wouldn’t listen. Sharp pain slid up her arms. Stop. Gore splashed into her face. Stop. Her body froze.

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AN INTERVIEW WITH AUDEN
-What inspired you to become a writer?

I couldn’t get away from it. I’ve been creating stories since I was a kid but I never wanted to be a writer. The idea of it never appealed to me. When I got older and researched getting a book published, I became even less interested in that path when I realized it could take 5+ years just to get an agent. But, when I was in grad school studying Library Science, I found myself writing more and more. In the end, I gave up fighting the dream. Around that time, self-publishing was growing. I liked that I no longer had to go through a publisher.

-If you could visit your book’s world for a day, what one thing would you do?

Near the end of the story, Jade visits this huge shopping center inside an old building. It’s a work of art. I’d visit that place. I wouldn’t be too interested in buying anything. Just seeing and photographing it would be amazing. Some of the people frequenting these shops have animal features like cat ears. That would be cool to see.

-Give us a fun or interesting fact you learned researching this book.

I didn’t have to do any real world research for this book. Mostly, I did image searches to get an idea of what the world looks like.

-Which of your characters would you go out for drinks and/or pizza with?

At first I thought Jade but Serin would be more satisfying. He’s been imprisoned most of his life and he’s suspicious of everything. He’s like a stray cat, hissing at everyone and everything. A pizza dinner would warm him up to me. I did take him away from his family. Come to think of it, I might invite Jade along. She’d enjoy a little kindness.

-You’re in a tavern, and a dwarf challenges you to a duel. What do you do?

Duel. If I live, I’ll have a good story to tell.

-Is there a genre you could never write? Which and why?

I try not to say I’d never write something. When I first started writing, I thought I’d never kill a character. Now, I’ve killed a couple. I never thought I’d be writing stories with romance in them. I thought I’d always stay away from common fantasy characters like dragons and shifters. I’ve written stories featuring both. You don’t know what’ll happen in the future.

ABOUT AUDEN

An artist at heart, Auden loves photography, graphic design and writing beautifully dark and diverse stories. As a kid, she created her own books by folding several construction papers in half and stapling them down the middle, adding her own illustrations. She holds a B.A. in English, a M.S. in Library and Information Science, a M.S. in Publishing. She’s an Author/Social Media Marketing Consultant for Aubey LLC, a small press publisher and offers writing, design and marketing advice on her blog. She currently lives in Brooklyn, NY starting her own business as a photographer, designer and author. Find info on her dark fantasy stories on aubeyllc.com. Book 3 of The Merging Worlds series, The Lost Sciell, is coming soon.

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Tuesday, March 28, 2017

ACROSS THE RIVER by Megan Easley-Walsh

ACROSS THE RIVER
by Megan Easley-Walsh

For her, he'd go to the ends of the earth.
When she disappears, he might have to.

In the English countryside in 1774, Caleb Haroldson and Rebecca Turrington are destined to be together. Stealing her inheritance to fund the life of her choosing with Caleb seems like an easy enough task for Rebecca, as she schemes with him beside the river late one night. But Rebecca is not the only one making plans for her future.

When Turrington Manor is ravished by flames and a mysterious hooded figure on horseback appears, Rebecca is swept into a plot of revenge and revolution. Is anyone safe in a land where hundreds have gone missing.

As Rebecca struggles for her freedom and Caleb endeavors to find her, both sides of the Atlantic are poised to erupt and everywhere lurks the haunting phrase "Across the River.”

EXCERPT
There is no life and death.
There is only life.
Death is an illusion, an appearance, nothing more.
It is a fleeting shade that disappears in the light of truth.
And life, life is constant, ever-flowing like a river.

Chapter One
The English Countryside, Summer 1774

Rebecca's head rested against his chest, as Caleb lay with her beneath the star-strewn sky. The afternoon's rain had dampened the grass, but the ground was not muddied. Rich earthiness whispered against his nose, but was drowned by the scent of Rebecca. Clasping her hand with his, she leaned over him. Her cheeks, rosy from the coolness of the night, danced merrily under her eyes.

“Come away with me,” Rebecca said. He knew that look.

“Come away with you?”

She nodded, the stars conspiring with her to more intensely highlight her beauty.

“I could not bear to marry another and they are so intent on promising me to someone else.”

She knew what she was doing. Merely hearing her words had cast a dagger into his heart, though he knew she had not meant to be cruel. Rebecca only meant to use the truth to make her proposition irresistible to him.

“Caleb, I could not bear to be with another man.”

The softness of her skin as she held his hand stood as reminder to the sweetness in his memory, when there had been more than—

“Come away with me,” she repeated.

Caleb swallowed. Oh, how he wanted to indulge her! It was all he could do to keep from agreeing. But, he had to be practical; one of them did.

“What would we live off of?”

“Our love.”

She was not so naive to think this the only necessity, but she knew the power of her charm on him and she was determined to get her way.

“And how shall I pay for food when you are hungry?”

She said nothing for a moment. He wasn't supposed to object.

“Those silver plates, the ones my mother is forever having polished.”

There wasn't a servant for miles that didn't dread the thought of Rebecca's mother's plates.

“Your mother would never part with them.”

“Then, I shall have to take them.”

“Your plan is to steal the plates?”

“It can hardly be called stealing if I am taking my own inheritance.”

Caleb put his hands behind his head, forgetting he was supposed to be applying practicality and now only concerned with watching her loveliness as her mind raced forward.

“Yes, yes, that is it. I shall hide them in the river,” Rebecca said.

“In the river, whatever for?”

“You ask too many questions,” she said, leaning into him. Her lips brushed against Caleb's, to silence him.

“And you,” he said, feeling the softness of her hair over his arm, “make it truly difficult to concern myself with the answers.”

Rebecca looked at him to remind him that yes, she was the power-holder here. She lay her hand against his shirt.

“I feel your heart,” Rebecca said, “I feel it as strongly as though 'twere my own. truthfully, Caleb, I hear your heart beat.”

“You hear my watch,” he said, with a laugh, pulling his watch from his pocket. The face was marred, but it shone in the sunlight as he worked, glinting at him when he clicked open its half-broken hinge to count the hours until he could see Rebecca again. She stared at him with such intensity that his laughter dried up like a brook encountering an oasis.

Temptress. Beautiful, beloved temptress.

Tiny prickles of grass pushed against his skin, like splinters in his workshop. The world was awake here, rawer, but in a pleasant way. Everything burst with vibrancy, with vitality, like a thousand trees with arms outstretched to the skies above. Pines clung in his nose, fully rooted, away from the saw and the hammer that he would transform them with into the finest furniture for miles. Furniture that someone as noble as Rebecca could even sit on, and yet furniture that cemented his place in the world as a craftsman.

“Caleb, you have kept me waiting far too long. You really ought—”

“So, this is where you wander off to,” the words sliced through their shared moment, shattering all promise of what was to come.

“Richard,” Rebecca said, hastily moving away from Caleb at the sight of her brother. Caleb's eyes went wide, as a guilty flush washed over him. He scrambled to his feet, pulling Rebecca up with him.

“Richard,” Caleb said now, “I can assure you that I mean Rebecca no harm. I only have the best of intentions toward her.” Though caught, his honor would not be sullied.

Richard looked from one to the other.

“I know my sister well enough to know that she can only abide by her own will. I am sure that the only one who has been led here this evening is you.”

“I—” Caleb opened his mouth to speak and then, realizing he could make no argument, shut it again. Yes, Rebecca had led him. Caleb, accustomed to cursing the gentry beneath his breath as he toiled for the paltry wages they offered, would bend to no man. But Rebecca, her long hair falling over her silken body, was no man.

“Richard,” Rebecca said now, stepping nearer her brother and resting her hand on his arm, “we have done nothing wrong. Promise me, Brother, you will not speak of our innocent secret.”

Whether she had deftly bent the truth or spoken the reality she believed was unclear. When Rebecca spoke with such sweetness of purpose, one soon found himself agreeing with her.

Richard, fond though as he was of her, was adept at navigating his way through her persuasive powers. Looking at them now though, with their eyes absent of fear and only love finding a home therein, he couldn't help but agree with her. Perhaps, he was not so immune after all.

“All right, I will do as you ask. But, Sister, do be more careful. You can hardly think that Father would be willing to overlook the state I have found you two in. Mother would have you married off or else sent away to a nunnery before the sun rose.”

Caleb wondered at the validity of the threats, but Rebecca, successful in at least one dealing tonight, brushed aside his comments.

“Richard, you worry far too much.”

“Even so, you must realize that if you are gone any longer you will soon be missed.”

She really couldn't object to this point. Turning to Caleb one last time, she said in a voice that only they could hear,

“Do consider what I have said, my love. I admit to wishing to sway you, but believe me, it is no whim. I have thought of nothing else for days.”

“Rebecca,” Caleb said. Doubt had dragged its ugly fingers across his face and she wanted to see nothing of the sort.

“Kiss me, Caleb, kiss me as though 'twere for the last time.”

She threw her arms around him before he could object and Richard turned away.

“Rebecca, we best leave,” Richard said, beginning to walk away from the two.

Her lips pulled slowly from Caleb's, only to say,

“Yes, I am coming.”

The words had hardly slipped from her mouth, when she pushed her lips to Caleb's again.

“Go,” he whispered against her. Assuredly, if he had known what was to happen, he never would have said it.

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ABOUT MEGAN
Megan Easley-Walsh is an author of historical fiction, a researcher, and a writing consultant and editor at Extra Ink Edits. She is an award-winning writer and has taught college writing in the UNESCO literature city of Dublin, Ireland. Her degrees are in history-focused International Relations. She is American and lives in Ireland with her Irish husband. She is also the author of Flight Before Dawn, What Edward Heard, and North Star Home.

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Across the River’s ebooks are published by Macmillan and are available from several retailers, including Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Ibooks,and Kobo. Paperback and hardcover books are also available and can be found on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

ELEKTRA CHAOS by Deanna Roy

ELEKTRA CHAOS
by Beanna Roy

Elektra never wanted to be the good guy.

She’s a troublemaker and a clever Loki magic thief. Nobody gets in her way. All she has to do is zap people with her electric-magnetic power, and they forget where they are or what they are doing.

But a few days ago in the desert, a magnetic sandstorm did more than blow everyone backward. It switched the polarity of the magic world. The good guys turned bad. And the bad guys like Elektra, well, now their magic only works if they are doing good in the world.

Now the Vor are out to steal more power, making the thieves look like chumps. Elektra will have to fight every bad guy code she’s ever stood for to take down the good guys and save the day.

Elektra Chaos is the final book in the Magic Mayhem trilogy.

EXCERPT
Elektra’s classmates always backed away when they saw her in the halls.

This didn’t bother her in the least.

She knew why they did it. People who annoyed her sometimes got blinding headaches. Or felt confused, like their thoughts were scrambled. Every once in a while, they lost all memory of the last few minutes.

Elektra could do these things to them.

And she often did. Today wa

s no different. Everyone moved aside as she passed. Even the eighth graders got out of her way, intimidated by a short, blond ten-year-old. She had to laugh.

Nobody was the boss of her.

Elektra twirled the pink feather fastened in her hair as she walked by the door to her math class. The bell would ring any second, but she didn’t care about being late.

If the hall monitor stopped her, Elektra would simply make the woman forget what she was doing until Elektra was out of sight. Of all the magical kids in school, Elektra was sure she had the best powers.

And now she had a new one.

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ABOUT DEANNA

Deanna Roy is the six-time USA Today bestselling author of middle grade books, women's fiction, and college romance. She wrote Elektra Chaos for her daughter Elizabeth, who was diagnosed with epilepsy at age six.

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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

A HUMAN ELEMENT by Donna Galanti

A HUMAN ELEMENT
by Donna Galanti

Evil comes in many forms…

One by one, Laura Armstrong’s friends and adoptive family members are being murdered, and despite her unique healing powers, she can do nothing to stop it. The savage killer haunts her dreams, tormenting her with the promise that she is next. Determined to find the killer, she follows her visions to the site of a crashed meteorite in her hometown. There, she meets Ben Fieldstone, who seeks answers about his parents’ death the night the meteorite struck. In a race to stop a madman, they unravel a frightening secret that binds them together. But the killer’s desire to destroy Laura face-to-face leads to a showdown that puts Laura and Ben’s emotional relationship and Laura’s pure spirit to the test. With the killer closing in, Laura discovers her destiny is linked to his, and she has two choices—redeem him or kill him.

EXCERPT
The man could hear the child's bellowing cries coming from underneath the blanket covering it. She pushed the child into his arms as if eager to be rid of it. He took the bundle and handed the nurse his packages. The nurse began to close the door when he heard another far away cry.

The man wedged his foot in the door. "What was that?"

"N-Nothing." The nurse looked up.

The man risked looking her in the eye.

"The girl is in pain and won't keep quiet." She clutched the envelope and folded her arms across her sagging bosom.

"It sounded like another baby," he said.

"It's just the whimpering slut. Now she's paid double for what she's done." The nurse took a step back as if aware she had said too much already. She glared at him. "Now go on. You have what you wanted. And so do I." She shut the door in his face.

The man in black stood there for a long moment, considering the woman's choice of words. What if another child had been delivered and the frigid woman and country doctor kept it secret?

Fascinating.

He decided to keep this information to himself. He would find the opportune time to use it. He was a patient man. But first, he had to see for himself. He peeled back the child's bunting and looked for the first time into its yellow eyes. For that moment, the baby fell silent.

"Welcome to Earth X-10."

The baby resumed its wailing.

The man turned with his noisy package and melted into the darkness satisfied, as the doctor had been, that the night's events had provided him with more than he had asked for.

ABOUT DONNA

Donna Galanti is the author of the paranormal suspense Element Trilogy (Imajin Books) and the children’s fantasy adventure Joshua and The Lightning Road series (Month9Books). Donna is a contributing editor for International Thriller Writers The Big Thrill - magazine and blogs with other middle grade authors at Project Middle Grade Mayhem. She’s lived from England as a child, to Hawaii as a U.S. Navy photographer. Donna enjoys teaching at conferences on the writing craft and marketing and also presenting as a guest author at elementary and middle schools.

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-Element Trilogy website
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Wednesday, March 15, 2017

EMERGE BEYOND CIRCLES by John Geers

EMERGE BEYOND CIRCLES
by John Geers

Two couples from Madison, with entwined destinies, both seeking love, are connected by a single element: the ancient Siberian witch, Thuban-Pol. Her magic will either be their savior or their ruin.

Thuban-Pol is the latest in a lineage of Siberian witches. Their eternal aim is to guide humanity to true love. Their guiding tenet, “For love to bloom, these three endure: sacrifice, perseverance and suffering. But the greatest of these is suffering.”

Since the dawn of humanity, they have summoned countless couples, inflicting suffering with the intention to grow true love. They have never succeeded…but now they have their best opportunity in two couples from Wisconsin.

If they succeed, love will finally bloom for all of humanity, if the suffering inflicted on these couples doesn't kill them first.

EXCERPT
Slivered gray wood covered the outside. Macabre scenes carved like tattoos stretched from ground to gutter and marched around each corner in a black parade.

Clint stepped close to the dark images and put a finger to one. "It's soft and squishy, like driveway tar in summer, but it doesn't stick to my skin. Weird." His finger went to his nose, and he said, "Interesting. Hey, sniff this stuff."

Lucy pushed her nose forward and sniffed the carving. "Yum, smells like…" she let the scent tumble around her brain, "like peppermint and something else I can't place, but definitely peppermint."

"Check out these carvings of animals," he said.

Real and imagined creatures prowled midst the gray slivers. Indigenous animals were well represented; the snowy owl, Arctic fox, caribou and ermine. Along with these were animals too strange to be from this age. Some warned. Others offered a wry smile of welcome. A serpent barred vicious fangs stained crimson, dripping pregnant bulbs of creamy poison. A grizzly bear smothered the head of a besieged she-wolf with one massive paw while tonguing the cheek of its pup. Wild caribou ran in stampede along the edge of a deep ravine, flirting with the abyss.

Woven among the animals were humans. Black eyes. Black bodies. Black forms. Black illuminated. A child held the face of its mother. A man raised a silver sword over the broken body of his slain foe. A son leaped into the arms of his father, reminiscent of the Prodigal Son, but on this wall, soaked in black, the anguish and joy were fresh. Sex was here too. Bodies engaged in all variety of forbidden acts, twisted and beautiful.

As the black parade marched on, frozen poses of pain pinched Lucy, forcing her tight against his chest once more.

A man groped the ground with orange coals where eyes once took in the world. A woman with a flapping tongue, split like the Serpent, hissed a song to the full blood moon. A young man pled for mercy, torn fingers lost in the gnashing teeth of his lover. A man pounded the ice above his head. A child wailed in the jaws of a terrible beast, eyes begging for a hero, a call for rescue swallowed by winter. A family huddled tight, defying flames that, in real life, would be their end. A woman slumped with blood and afterbirth at her feet, her ashen eyes stone, silence of mother and child scattered across eternity. A wrinkled face echoed hope, sealed behind tortured lips.

AN INTERVIEW WITH JOHN
-What inspired you to become a writer?

I was inspired by other authors. We used to have a great locally owned book chain here in the Milwaukee area. They regularly had authors of all kinds do author talks. I went to dozens of them. Hearing the story of how a book was written was as fascinating to me as the book itself. It wasn’t long before I wanted to be part of that process.

-If you could visit your book’s world for a day, what one thing would you do?

I would visit the home of the eternal coven. It is located high in northern Siberia. I would love to see the landscape and the unique qualities of the ancient shack, including the macabre etchings that cover its siding.

-Give us a fun or interesting fact you learned researching this book.

I learned quite a bit about the Portuguese Chapel of Bones, an important setting in the book. I also learned a great deal about herbal plants of the tundra and how they can be made into various teas. Tea is important to the abiding witch of the coven.

-Which of your characters would you go out for drinks with?

Definitely Marc. He is a a lot like me but more interesting. I would want to know more about his complicated relationship with his mother and the lost loves in his life.

-You’re in a tavern, and a dwarf challenges you to a duel. What do you do?

I would probably make a joke to ease the tension, but it would probably go over his head.

-Is there a genre you could never write? Which and why?

Straight up romance. Too mushy for me and too shallow. I like it when the characters are well developed before they fall in love.

ABOUT JOHN

John Geers drew inspiration to begin his debut novel from a dream he experienced.

Hours spent in the caffeinated air of his favorite coffeehouse proved to be the perfect place to complete Emerge Beyond Circles.

John is a middle school literacy educator, where he inspires and is inspired by the writers of tomorrow. He is the founder and facilitator of his school’s Creative Writing Club. He is also a columnist for the online magazine Elephant Journal.

He loves a good story, being on the water, and witty puns. He can be found hiking the wilderness, biking big hills, sipping dark coffee, and looking for a chair in the mall.

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-Goodreads
-Writer Facebook
-Thuban-Pol Facebook
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Friday, March 3, 2017

WHEN ASH REMAINS by Dena Garson

WHEN ASH REMAINS
by Dena Garson

A warrior with a mission

There isn’t a buffalo or deer that Kajika cannot take down. So when his cousin is slaughtered he relishes the chance to track down the killer. The trail leads him to a woman with gifts he has trouble believing in. Despite their differences he cannot fight his instinct to protect her from all threats – even those he cannot see. That drive even rivals his desire to explore every inch of her body.

A woman with a destiny

Knowing the spirits will protect her, Ahyoka allows the handsome warrior to take her to be questioned by his chief about the unexplained deaths in their village. He may not believe in her abilities but he is one of the few who doesn’t treat her like something to be feared or shunned. He awakens feelings that make her yearn for things she thought she’d never have. Her biggest fear is that once he learns the full extent of her gifts he will reject her like most of her tribe did.

A killer twisted by hurt and anger

Kajika and Ahyoka must work together to find the one responsible for the string of deaths in and around their villages. Faith, trust, and even a little bit of love will be needed to defeat the killer and right the wrongs committed in the pursuit of power and revenge.

EXCERPT
Awake Spirit Talker.

A man.

He watches. A man.

He comes.

A man.

He hunts.

Ahyoka listened to the sounds of the spirits around her. Even without their warning, she would have sensed the presence in the shadows.

She rolled to her side and looked to where she knew he crouched. The darkness hid his features from her eyes, but his spirit radiated from the fire that burned within him. Never before had she met someone with such a potent life force.

Even her brother’s wasn’t as intense as this man’s, and her family descended from a line of powerful shamans.

Did he mean her harm? Or was he just passing through?

Without taking her eyes off the place where he hid, she groped behind her for the knife she had been using before she dozed off. The apples she ate sat heavy in her belly as she contemplated whether she should run or just face whoever it was.

The crunch of leaves from her left drew her attention. No sooner had her vision shifted than a blur from the place the man had hid raced toward her. She rolled as her father had taught her to do in order to minimize the impact of the assault. At the same time, she pulled her knife and tried to put it between her and her attacker. The man grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the ground, rendering her weapon useless.

Her heart pounded in her chest and a roar sounded in her ears. Who was this man? She fought to free herself from his hold but found he outmatched her in size, speed, and strength. In an alarmingly short span of time, she found herself pinned beneath one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. She pushed aside her shock and renewed her efforts. “Get off of me!” Even the attractiveness of his face didn’t deter her from ramming her head into his nose.

He loosened his grip on her and covered his face as he mumbled some expletive.

She used this distraction to her advantage and bucked him to one side so she could wiggle free. Before she could get to her feet and scamper away, he grabbed her by the ankle.

“Let go!” She kicked at his hand with her other foot, trying to break his hold.

As she struggled with the warrior, two more men appeared from out of the surrounding trees. “Do you need help, Kajika?” the taller of the two men asked. The laughter in his tone suggested their struggle amused him.

Ahyoka renewed her efforts to break free of the first man’s grip. “Who are you and what do you want?”

The warrior kept his hold of her even as he climbed to his feet. “Who are you and what were you doing in our village?”

Ahyoka stopped struggling. “In your village? What village?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. We tracked you here.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She pointed to the bank just behind them. “I’ve been following the river all day. I stopped to rest when I realized how far I’d come. Where is your village?”

Now that he had released her, she could see the rest of the man who had interrupted her peace and quiet. Her eyes traveled up the length of his legs. She skimmed over the short deer skin he wore about his waist and tried not to speculate about what might be hidden beneath. His bow hung across his broad chest, making her wonder how he managed to squeeze into such a narrow span. Every line of his chest and belly could be seen clearly. If she wanted, she could count each one even from where she sat.

Something stirred within her and made her heart skip a beat. That same something counteracted her impulse to escape.

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AN INTERVIEW WITH DENA
-What inspired you to become a writer?

I’ve always been a strong reader. And I have an over-active imagination. One day a friend and I were talking about the latest book we had read and she turned to me and said “One of us should be writing this stuff.” I decided to take up the challenge! I joined Romance Writers of America and a local romance writer group and learned everything I could about the publishing business and the art of writing romance. I also had the privilege of working one-on-one with one of the senior members of that local writing group, Ms. Peggy. She gave me the courage to submit my work for publication and reassured me that I was “a good little writer.”

-What draws you to romance?

I love the romance genre so that’s what I write. I think it’s the limitless supply of hope you find in the genre. The world might be coming to an end, but there’s always hope as long as the hero and heroine find love.

-Give us a fun or interesting fact you learned researching this book.

The most interesting thing I learned was how close the family units were. Adult children didn’t always “move out” when they got married. Often the spouse moved in with their partner AND the partner’s parents.

-Which of your characters would you go out for drinks with?

My heroine, Ahyoka. She has the ability to hear what the land, animals, and ancestors have to say - I bet she would have some interesting insight!

-For aspiring writers, any tips?

Write, write, write. And learn how to take constructive feedback. You only get better by doing and striving to do better each time.

-Is there a genre you could never write? Which and why?

I hate to say never but… I’ve been invited to write YA a couple times but could never get into the head of a person in that age group. And honestly, it’s a sub-genre that doesn’t really interest me. I’ve read many good YA books, just don’t feel I’d enjoy writing one.

ABOUT DENA
Dena Garson is an award winning author of contemporary, paranormal, fantasy, and sci-fi romance. She holds a BBA and a MBA in Business and works in the wacky world of quality and process improvement. Making up her own reality on paper is what keeps her sane.

She is the mother of two rowdy boys, two rambunctious cats (AKA the fuzzy jerks), and a loving Labrador. When she isn't writing you can find her at her at the sewing machine or stringing beads. She is also a devoted Whovian and Dallas Cowboys fan.

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Wednesday, March 1, 2017

INTO SHADOW by T.D. Shields

INTO SHADOW
by T.D. Shields

She’s nineteen. The President’s daughter. They want her dead.

Poppy’s father may be the President of the North American Alliance, but that just makes her a target for those wishing to topple the regime.

Barely escaping with her life, she must travel across a country ravaged by war and climate change to seek safety amongst a people who only recently opposed her. There she must use every skill learned from her military upbringing to survive terrifying beasts, deadly plant life, and lawless gangs before finally finding a group willing to accept her.

But her peace soon proves to be illusory. It’s not only the government that wants her dead now.

EXCERPT
We sped through the streets, taking turns recklessly fast as we tried to lose the bikes on our tails. As we flew around yet another corner, one of the bikes caught up to me and slapped into the back of my bike. It wasn’t a particularly hard collision, but it popped my bike loose from the mag-lev rail, and I went skidding sideways across the pavement. When the base of the bike hit the curb at the edge of the road, I was flung over the handlebars to land in a crumpled heap on the cracked sidewalk.

All I could do was lie there, staring blankly at a weed growing inches from my nose as I tried to catch my breath. From the corner of my eye I saw Sharra slow and look back, trying to decide if she could help me. Then she leaned low over the handlebars and shot off into the dark streets, leaving me behind.

A million small aches and pains made themselves known as I rolled slowly to my knees. I didn’t bother to get up any further than that. I was completely surrounded, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to move fast enough to break loose from all of these people and retrieve my downed bike. Instead, I waited in silence to see what would happen next and watched for an opportunity to escape.

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ABOUT T.D.

After writing stories in her head for the last 30+ years, Tara finally decided to take a stab at writing them down to share them with others.

Tara has a husband, 4 kids, and 5 cats to care for along with a full-time job and contract work on the side, so finding time to write is the biggest challenge. Since her most productive hours are from 12-5 a.m. anyway, Tara usually gives up sleep in favor of writing.

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GIVEAWAY

The author will be awarding the first book (ebook) in three YA series: Into Shadow, by TD Shields; Awaken, by Michelle Bryan; and The Other Inheritance, by Rebecca Jaycox to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

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