Thursday, March 15, 2018


by Tonya Duncan Ellis

Oh, the tangled web we weave…

Sixth grader Sophie Washington thought she had life figured out when she was younger, but this school year, everything has changed. She feels like an outsider, because she’s the only one in her class without a cell phone, and her crush, new kid Toby Johnson, has been calling her best friend, Chloe. To fit in, Sophie changes who she is. Her plan to become popular works for a while, and she and Toby start to become friends.

In between the boy drama, Sophie takes a whirlwind class field trip to Austin, TX, where she visits the state museum, eats Tex-Mex food, and rides a kayak. Back at home, Sophie fights off buzzards from her family’s roof, dissects frogs in science class, and has fun at her little brother Cole’s basketball tournament.

Things get more complicated when Sophie “borrows” a cell phone from a neighbor and gets caught. If her parents make her tell the truth, what will her friends think? Turns out Toby has also been hiding something, and Sophie discovers the best way to make true friends is to be yourself.

He loves me. He loves me not.

I shrug my shoulders and tug the last petal off the cream-colored daisy, watching it drift to the floor. Then I scoot the mess under my bed with my feet. I have been playing this game every morning for the past week and come out losing more often than not.

“It’s no use,” I moan. “Toby will never like me!” Toby Johnson joined our sixth-grade class this past fall, and it’s as if I’m seeing things through 3D glasses. Mom hardly has to call me to come down for school in the morning, because I can’t wait to get there. Our boring Texas history class is exciting now that Toby sits in the seat in front of me. Even P.E., which I’ve always hated, is fun, because Toby is in the class. He tells funny jokes, is good in sports, and talks to everyone, even the shy and quiet kids.

Toby is a good student, so the teachers like him, too. And, he has all kinds of neat stories to tell about his old school in Cleveland, Ohio, where his family moved from. Toby says that in Cleveland they have enough snow every winter to make snowmen as tall as he is. I’ve never seen snow, except once when we drove through some flurries on a road trip to New Mexico.

Things have been great since Toby got here, except he doesn’t know I like him, and probably doesn’t care. He’s too busy making Goo Goo eyes at my best friend Chloe, the prettiest girl in the class. Not that I’m bad looking or anything, but next to her, I’m not so much. She’s tall and has long, black, curly hair, and wears cute red bows and bracelets that make her look like a movie star, even in our school uniform. I, on the other hand, wear ponytails and need glasses to see the board.



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Sophie Washington is an excellent protagonist for young readers. Her voice is spot-on. Her humor is adorable, and she’s just so relatable. I could feel my sixth-grade self agreeing with her logic. And my adult self cringed, knowing how much trouble I’d gotten into for trying to get away with similar stuff.

THINGS YOU DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT SOPHIE presents a great look at today’s middle school dilemmas. The classic struggles to be cool and liked are felt so strongly. Sophie’s crush on her classmate is that perfect young type of crush when it’s all about how nice the guy is to a quiet girl. The chemistry between Sophie and her friends was great, and the level of conflict reflected the age range well. As an adult, I could relate, even though cell phones weren’t something my generation had until almost high school. For today’s kids, it’s very timely.

I really felt for Sophie. She’s the only one of her friends without a cell phone and is afraid she’s uncool because of it. I remember having similar thoughts when I was the only person on my morning bus ride who didn’t have a portable CD player. Sophie tells one lie after another, developing increasingly complicated plans to get a cell phone. By the end, lessons are learned, but not in a preachy way.

Sophie Washington is both educational and entertaining. I definitely recommend this for kids around fourth through sixth grades. It would even be good for slightly younger kids to read with a parent. It’s so refreshing to find an author who captures kid life so well. Looking forward to reading more from Tonya Duncan Ellis.


Tonya Duncan Ellis was born and raised in Louisville, KY. She loves reading so much that as a child she took books with her everywhere. She knew she wanted to become a writer after an article she wrote was published in her hometown newspaper when she was a teen. Since then, Tonya has worked as a journalist and freelance magazine writer. She's an award-winning author of the Sophie Washington children's book series, geared towards readers ages 8 to 12. The books recount adventures of Houston, TX preteen Sophie Washington and her diverse group of friends. Each funny and heartwarming story teaches lessons about friendship, responsibility, truthfulness and perseverance. Books in the series include Queen of the Bee, The Snitch, Things You Didn't Know About Sophie, and The Gamer. When she's not writing, Tonya enjoys reading, biking, swimming, travel and spending time with her husband and three children. She lives in Houston, TX.

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Monday, March 12, 2018

HOPE AND HONOR by Marilee Brothers

by Marilee Brothers

Life is becoming more complicated for soul reader Honor Melanie “Mel” Sullivan. Her boss needs help with his rebellious teen daughter who believes rules are made to be broken and Mel’s current boyfriend, Homeland Security agent Mick Petrov, is becoming an absentee lover, dropping hints about a major decision he faces. To make it worse, Mel’s ex, 3 Peaks detective “Billy the Kid” McCarty wants her back. And those aren’t the only challenges. When a paramilitary group called New Dawn wants her soul-reading skills, Mel meets five-year-old twins who steal her heart. Unwilling to abandon the motherless children, she strikes a deal with the compound’s charismatic leader. Drawn deeper and deeper into New Dawn’s twisted agenda, Mel must figure out a way to save the twins and herself before it’s too late.

When last I saw Mick, he had spikey black hair and facial piercings. He was lean, almost skinny, hoping to pass himself off as a druggie. Apparently it worked. He got his man. He usually does.

I saunter into the Corral and head to his table. He lifts the brim of his hat and I look into eyes as clear and blue as a Norwegian fjord. His soul looks much the same, although it’s picked up some etches and markings common to those involved in law enforcement.

I strike a pose, one hand on my hip, and flutter my eyelashes. Not a natural flirt, this seems silly to me. I lick my lips. “Why, hello there, handsome. You’re drinking Grey Goose vodka and you look like someone I knew a very long time ago, but slightly different. Is it possible we’ve met before?”

His hand snakes out and grabs my wrist. He kisses the back of my hand. I hold back a snicker.

“My maylsh,” he says in a sexy growl. “I didn’t fool you after all?”

Mick is Russian born. In the past, we’ve gone through a number of Slavic endearments. Most of them reference pussycat or kitten. After my strong objection, we settled on maylsh, the Russian term for baby. It’s not all that great, but it’s better than pussycat. In my humble opinion, it’s not worth fighting over.

He scoots his chair back and pulls me onto his lap. I lift his cap to check out his hair. It’s pale blond and growing out from the spikey do.

He says, “Is it true blonds have more fun?”

“You get to decide.”

He leans and whispers, “Believe me, I will.”

Heat spirals through my body, settling deep into my belly. I want to grab him by the hand and drag him out to my car. Have my way with him. Until I see Mick, I don’t realize how much I’ve missed him. But, this is not the time or place. I push away and stand.

“Are you going to introduce me to your friends?”

I suspect they are fellow officers. Not that he’ll tell me.

Instead, he says, “This is Mel.”

He points at the men and identifies each one by first name only. Now I know for sure they’re his work buddies.

I say, “See you around, guys. Enjoy your evening.”

Mick looks a little panicked. “Hey, wait. I’ll see you later. In Number Ten. Right?”

Now, it’s my turn for payback and I love it.

“Wrong.” I walk away.

“At least leave bread crumbs.”

I hear a hint of desperation in his voice and return to the table. “You’re Homeland Security. Remember, you have no rules. I’m sure you’ll figure it out, big guy. Bye, bye.”

His buddies burst into laughter as I sashay away.

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-What inspired you to become a writer?

My parents were avid readers and instilled a love of books in both my sister and me. You might say we were bookaholics. If we were about to finish one book, we had to have another on tap or we would get withdrawal symptoms. I didn’t start writing until years later when our three boys were grown and gone. I wish I’d started earlier, but I have managed to write ten books in ten years.

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

The setting for the Soul Seeker series is the city of Bend, Oregon, a beautiful city set in the mountains of central Oregon. In my books, I call the city 3 Peaks since it’s bordered by the Three Sisters mountain range. Fortunately, I’ve been there many times. It would be fun to drop in on Mel and see how she’s doing.

-It’s two in the morning. What does your protagonist reveal in confidence? (Don’t worry, we won’t tell.)

Since Mel can read souls, I think she would tell me something really juicy she’s seen in the soul of someone we both dislike. (Meow)

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

Definitely Uncle Paco. Mel’s gangbanger uncle has many secrets and definitely knows how to have fun.

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

I’d buy him a stiff drink and hope he mellows out. If not, I’d sit on him until he begs for mercy.

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

A couple of them. I can’t take erotica seriously. It makes me want to snicker. Also, even though I write mysteries, I would have difficulty writing graphic torture scenes or describe in detail, a serial killer’s sadistic actions. Cruelty to animals is definitely out.


Marilee Brothers is a former teacher, coach, counselor and the author of ten books. Marilee and her husband are the parents of three grown sons and live in central Washington State. After writing six young adult books, Marilee is once again writing romantic suspense for the adult market. She loves hearing from people who have read her books. Feel free to contact her at and sign up for her newsletter The Obsessive Page Turner.

Her author page on Facebook is: and she occasionally tweets @MarileeB. Check out Marilee’s Amazon page here.

Marilee’s blog is Book Blather, where she features aspiring and published authors as well as some tidbits of her own.


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Friday, March 9, 2018

SHIFTER SCHOOL by Gwendolyn Druyor

by Gwendolyn Druyor

She’s gonna get them all killed.

So they locked her away.

Laylea has been hiding her entire life. She’s never been to school. She’s never had a friend her own age. She’s never known anyone else like her.

All that is about to change.

In a world hidden from wyrdos and humans alike, shifters are still recovering from a vicious plot to destroy them all. They have two laws they live by now:

1) Hide

2) Protect the children at all costs.

Laylea has just broken rule number one. But she’s only fourteen. So they’re sending her to school. Where she’s going to learn . . .

Anyplace can be a prison.

The Lincoln Park Shifter School is not your grandma’s uber-secret, underground academy.

Normal fourteen-year-olds don’t wake up thinking about death. But Laylea wasn’t anything close to normal. She woke up composing a letter to her adopted parents telling them all the things she’d never get the chance to say in person. Sometimes she thought of writing a letter to her brother, Bailey. Some mornings she imagined leaving a letter for her birth mother too, in case they ever found her. Laylea had been composing the morning letters ever since she’d gone to a veterinarian’s office on a case last summer. Waiting in the lobby for the tech she was following, she’d read every pamphlet the clinic had. Including one that said the average lifespan for a twelve-pound terrier was thirteen to fifteen years.

She’d been fourteen for eight weeks now.


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-What inspired you to become a writer?

Books. I lived in them when I was a kid. I wasn’t allowed to read for pleasure during the school year because I would never do anything else. But during the summer, if my mom didn’t know where I was, she could count on finding me up in the nook of the great tree reading. Once my Sixth Grade teacher, Mr. Frazier explained that I, too, could write the stories in my head, it was all over. My mom says the first time I ever showed interest in anything was when he assigned me to write a play. I sat at Dad’s desk in the family room and worked at it for weeks. Usually I did my homework under my desk during class. Finally, I’d found something that was challenging and fun.

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

I would go to The Office in the fall, buy two mugs of Glög from Seb, and demand Ned tell me what the knitting is all about! Then I’d lie, cheat, and steal my way into the Lincoln Park Shifter School, find the underground jungle, and just float down the river.

-It’s two in the morning. What does your protagonist reveal in confidence? (Don’t worry, we won’t tell.)

She’s angry. She’s angry that she’ll never get to meet her mother. She’s angry that she’ll never get her family to understand that Hardknock isn’t all bad. She’s angry at humans who adopt dogs and then never take them for walks or play with them. She’s angry at Kyle for not just telling Dee that he’s a vampire and only mostly dead. She’s angry with her brother for not respecting her. She knows he’s going to blow up if he doesn’t practice his magic, but he won’t. She’s angry that she only gets fifteen years on Earth but Walter gets to torture anyone he likes for-seemingly-ever. And she’s angry that she’s only just made a best friend right before she’s going to die.

And she’s scared that she’s so angry.

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

If I go to Seb’s, I don’t have to pick just one. But I’d like to take Ms. Crow with me. She’s a woman who needs a couple tequilas in her and a girlfriend to share her secrets with. I also suspect she hasn’t been out of the school in at least a decade. So, we’ll go day drinking at a Karaoke bar and then grab some pastries and end the night at Seb’s. I suspect she and Amal could talk books for hours.

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

I choose double stick, Dee as my second. He’s used to fighting with an axe so double stick will go against all his muscle-memory and instincts. Plus, Dee is a banshee so he’ll keep peeking looks at her to see if one of us is going to die soon. Keep him off-balance and unfocused. When I win, I will be gracious and offer to trade recipes for our favorite fighting bread. I put currents and sunflower seeds in mine. Seeds in the teeth are very distracting.

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

I can’t say never. I used to hate romance novels. I have said as much in public forums. But now I’ve read R.A. Steffan’s Lion Mistress series and Diana Gabaldan and apparently the Sookie Stackhouse novels are romance. So, I guess, I like some romance. And I like love. I’m told my Geoffrey’s Queen is a romance novel. So, even though I get annoyed by predictable, unrealistic, formulaic romances and I hate hyper-masculine, a woman loves a man who takes control-type romances, I could write romance. I would love to write a romance as compelling as Pride & Prejudice. I don’t think I’d write a Happily Ever After though. It’s not in my nature. I like torturing my characters.


Gwendolyn Druyor was born at the Quonset Point Naval Air Station Hospital, North Kingston, RI. The ID bracelet wrapped three times around her little wrist. She could swim before she could walk and read before she started school.

She has traveled the world telling stories. After a year in Amsterdam writing and performing sketch comedy at Boom Chicago, she toured North America with Shenandoah Shakespeare and with the incredible educational show Sex Signals. From Paris, FR to William’s Bay, WI, you’ll find her gypsy life reflected in her books. If you met her on the road, read her closely, you may find yourself in there.

For now, Gwendolyn lives in Hollywood with her Irish Jack Russell, Josh Lyman Zyrga, who is still pouting over the fact that she didn’t put him on the cover of WereHuman.

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Wednesday, March 7, 2018

NADIA'S HEART, PART II by Wendy Altshuler

by Wendy Altshuler

In Nadia's Heart, Part One, amnesiac Nadia knew that something was wrong, so she went in search of her missing heart. What she encountered has only brought more questions: about her origins and her ties to the people of the Land of Silence. She learned that her heart was indeed removed, and that her memory was erased by an evil Voice. But why? Now Nadia and her glowing-eyed companion, Georgeonus, must help recover the stolen hearts of the children of the Land of Silence. In Part Two, they will do battle against the evil Voice and travel to frightening places. They receive help from a powerful Witch and Wizard, and Nadia gets her heart back—but it's not at all what she expected. Can they rescue the stolen children's hearts in time?

From Chapter IV: The Silver Witch:

They remembered that her visit had been preceded by a magick dust. The dust came from above, the air tingled, and miniscule, silver particles glistened as they fell. It was musical, and as they breathed, they smelled fresh air like new spring, and they felt an excitement of imminent magick. She appeared suddenly, and at first no one knew where she had come from or how; she was just there on the road. She came as naturally as if she had approached them from the road. But as the magick dust settled, they realized—remembered—that the Silver Witch had dropped out of the sky.

As she stood there smiling at them, they remembered that they had looked up at the sky at a circling dot which descended. As it approached, it formed the shape of a square, floating quilt. The Witch was soon revealed to be sitting on top in black garb and hat, her silvery skin thick and rubbery. With both hands placed on diagonal corners of the quilt, she jumped off and shook the fabric out like clean laundry and parachuted down to them, the tennis sneakers on her feet ready for the road. Softly she landed, snapping the quilt upward and folding it once, twice, three times, and again and again until it was a small square deposited into one of her pockets.


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Wendy Altshuler is a writer-producer who explores myth in new media. She writes fantasy novels and creates works in stop motion animation. Her credits include award-winning screenwriting and WGA-accredited representation. With a degree in psychology and a Master of Arts from Columbia University, Altshuler documented the work of international choreographers and wrote and produced regional programming. Her short plays have been performed at Boston Playwrights' Theatre, at regional schools and most recently, Puppet Showplace Theatre. Altshuler's young adult book series has been hailed as "emotionally moving, uplifting and wholesome," and "spirited and haunting. . .with much symbolism and beauty."

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Monday, March 5, 2018


Stars and Stone Books
Featuring: M.T. DeSantis, A.E. Hayes, Serena Jayne, Cara McKinnon, Mary Rogers, and Kylie Weisenborn.

It's never easy to go through the fraught transition into adulthood, but the teens in this anthology have more to deal with than most: super powers, magic, illness, and prejudice against sexual orientation and gender identity. Fortunately, they all find love at the edge of seventeen.

M.T. DeSantis – “Be Null, My Heart” Teen love…with superpowers.

A.E. Hayes – “Her First Fever” Can a smart, stubborn girl look past the things she desires the most in life to help out her annoying, enigmatic biology partner – even if helping him comes with an emotional price?

Serena Jayne – “Dead Man’s Party” Despite formidable evidence to the contrary, Xander was magic.

Cara McKinnon – “Three Jagged Pieces” Boy meets girl meets boy.

Mary Rogers – “The Crayon Thief” The last time they talked, he stole her crayon. Now he wants to take her on a date. But why?

Kylie Weisenborn – “Now I Am” Annalyn is dead…so what is she waiting for?



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Thursday, March 1, 2018


by CiCi Cordelia

An ancient legend spanning eras, continents, and worlds. To some, it’s nothing more than a dream. To others, a pretty fairy tale handed down through the generations.

For those in critical need of their own happy ending, a gift.

Free to ponder, as his mother had urged, Kord shook off the troublesome feeling of being torn in several directions. He knew his parents worried, and he couldn’t avoid the inevitability of choice much longer.

Royals had strict duty to family and kingdom. Kord’s mate had been near her time of majority when he’d traveled to Anglican to meet her. The kingdom in an uproar, her tearful parents had met him with the devastating news of her death. Instead of a joyous announcement of impending joining, he’d returned to Draconian alone.

His dragon had been uncharacteristically silent since that fateful day, and Kord missed his beast’s conversation.

Enough, he thought bitterly, saddened and angered by the loss of a mate he never knew.

Refusing to dwell on things he couldn’t control, he cleared his mind of the memories and dove lower, seeking what enjoyment he could muster from the day.

Suddenly, something dropped onto his back, between his wingspan.

Something cold and soft.

Something that had limbs . . . and smelled unfamiliar. Not of this realm.

“What the demon?” He banked quickly as he felt the lightweight, chilled lump slide precariously to the left. Worried it might fall—whatever it was—Kord maneuvered gingerly, until he could descend safely into an open pasture.

He touched down lightly over the bumpy ground-scrub, careful to avoid jostling his unknown burden, turned his head to glance behind him . . .

And stared disbelieving at a vision from a dream.


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Realm of the Dragon is a steamy, heartfelt paranormal romance. We’re immediately thrust into heart-stopping action as Lily runs for her life and is then suddenly transported to another world by the Soul Tree—a magical tree which brings people together who are meant to be together. Once Lily lands in the dragon realm, the rest is pulse-pounding romance and political intrigue to the very end.

Lily is a strong, feisty heroine I could believe in. Her mate, Prince Kord, is her match in every way, both in and out of the bedroom. This story of fated love brought these two together in both an emotionally and physically satisfying arc. I never doubted Lily and Kord were meant to be, and they’re undying love is felt so strongly during their love scenes.

Bakka, Kord’s younger brother, also got a love story, which left me a bit confused. While Bakka’s love was also satisfying, it left me wanting more from both he and his mate. I didn’t feel I got to know either of them enough to feel like their romance was real. I especially wanted more of Bakka. He’s such a fun character.

I also want an entire book of the dragon games. I only wish more of the women had participated. I wanted to see Lily kick butt, especially against the thoroughly bitchy dragoness who wanted Kord to herself.

The villains were fully realized. The jealousy plot felt a little overused, but it was executed well. Everything wrapped up nicely in the end, and I really enjoyed the epilogue. My only other confusion was the tree. After the introduction about what it was and how it worked, I thought it would have been more involved in the story. Overall, a quick read with plenty going on.


CiCi Cordelia is the pen name for the writing team of BFFs Char Chaffin and Cheryl Yeko.

Published authors in their own right, they share a love for well-written stories infused with their favorite romantic genres: paranormal, suspense, and erotica. Both are fans of Alpha Men and the women they’d lay down their lives for.

As a writing team, they bring a solid know-how for accomplishing the foundation of what makes a great romance read: a strong story, a passionate romance, fascinating characters, and a happy-ever-after ending.

CiCi can be found here & here.

Individually they can be found here:

Cheryl Yeko:

-website: Where Love Always Wins

Char Chaffin:
-website: Falling In Love is Only the Beginning


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Tuesday, February 27, 2018

NADIA'S HEART, PART 1 by Wendy Altshuler

by Wendy Altshuler

When an amnesiac girl who thinks she has been born without a heart utters a prayer, she is met by a mysterious angelic stranger from her forgotten past. Together they embark on a journey to recover her removed heart, but enter into battle with an Evil Voice on a rampage to remove the hearts of an entire generation of children - and replace them with stones.

And then the wolf lunged, was now upon her, its fangs snapping at her arm. Nadia fought it off as she felt the other arm pulled. She thought another dog had snuck up behind her, but the door had opened, she was dragged, and the dog struck with one blow. It squealed, and Nadia was again in the dark hallway, protected from wind, cold, sitting on the floor. It was not as warm as her body required, but it was warm enough for her to catch her breath. She could see a gold gilded arm holding her own.

Holofernes shifted uneasily and Nadia tried to stand, for she thought he was commanding her to do so. But her feet were frozen and numb.

He picked Nadia up, and headed down the hall, close to the wall and into shadows. They quickly reached a staircase. Halfway down the stairs, he kicked a brick in the wall with his boot, and the stone they were standing on turned through a wall which opened. Soon they were on the other side of the wall, descending again. Nadia was bounced as they hurried down the stairs; she could barely feel her cold flesh on his arms. But she could feel the cold of the metal. They reached the bottom, and there, in a lone cell, lying on the dirt, was Georgeonus.

Before she knew what had happened she was left on the floor and Holofernes had gone. She turned to see a glint of gold disappear up the stairs.

Georgeonus’ head rolled on the dirt. Standing, she still couldn’t feel her toes, only cold sensations like knives in her heels. She jumped from one foot to the other, then collapsing to her knees, fell on her hands. These too felt as though she plunged them on swords. Georgeonus’ head rolled to its other side, dirty and bloody. He half opened his eyes. They were dim, not glowing white, his pupils and lids blue. A dim glow flickered as he closed them, and Nadia made her way to the bars of the cell. The side of his forehead was swelled, and there was a dent in the metal at his shoulder. He coughed faintly, his hand reaching over his stomach, then opened his eyes wide and stared at the ceiling above.

Nadia judged by the distance of the bars that she could slip through, and soon did so. She knelt over Georgeonus, peering at him, huddled on the floor. His head rolled again as she wondered what to do.

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Wendy Altshuler is a writer-producer who explores myth in new media. She writes fantasy novels and creates works in stop motion animation. Her credits include award-winning screenwriting and WGA-accredited representation. With a degree in psychology and a Master of Arts from Columbia University, Altshuler documented the work of international choreographers and wrote and produced regional programming. Her short plays have been performed at Boston Playwrights' Theatre, at regional schools and most recently, Puppet Showplace Theatre. Altshuler's young adult book series has been hailed as "emotionally moving, uplifting and wholesome," and "spirited and haunting. . .with much symbolism and beauty."

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