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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">Title: Henge (Le Fay Series)</span></span></b></div>
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">Author: Realm Lovejoy</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Genre: YA Fantasy<br /><br /> Inspired by one of the greatest legends of all time… <br /><br /> Modern-day Camelot. Where knights no longer carry swords. Magic is dangerous. And those who seek control are not to be trusted.<br /><br /> Sixteen-year-old Morgan le Fay is a fire user. An ordinary girl with an extraordinary skill, she has the ability to create and command fire at will. Her dream is to become the Maven—the right hand of the future King Arthur. In the chance of a lifetime, Morgan is selected to join Arthur’s Round, an elite group of young magic users from which the new Maven will be chosen. <br /> Along with the other fire, water, and wind users in Arthur’s Round, Morgan is rigorously trained and tested. The handsome Merlin, a brilliant water user, takes a particular interest in her. Is his friendship to be trusted, or is Merlin simply trying to win the position of Maven for himself? Among the many rivals Morgan faces is the current Maven, Mordred, who seems determined to see her fail. <br /> But Morgan has a secret—years ago, her mother was executed for using fire magic, and Morgan’s desire for justice makes her more than ready to take on the challenge before her. Can she prevail in Camelot’s tests of survival and magic? Only time—and Morgan’s powerful fire—will tell.<br />Realm Lovejoy’s modern Arthurian series features one of literature’s most complicated and powerful female figures. Henge is the first book in the LE FAY series, and—like Morgan le Fay’s magic—it is sure to dazzle and amaze. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Excerpt:</span></b><br />
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>I march through the aisles of rich brown- and gold-lettered books
in search of the magic section, stepping over marble floors inlaid with gems
and polished wood. The smell of old leather and paper waft through the air as I
study the books lining the shelves. The books are bound with ancient, faded
leather, gilded with medieval designs. There’s a sense that this is a place of
deep knowledge.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Someone is walking on the other side of the library, passing a
window. He’s in a suit. Familiar hair in a distinct shade of cool, dark blond.
Merlin. Perhaps he’s hoping to get a head start on the assignment too. I ignore
him and walk the other way, wandering through a maze of shelves, searching for
the magic section. His shoes clack on the marble floor, occasionally squeaking
on the freshly mopped areas. <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>I slip away into the shaded aisles. It’s full of fiction—ancient
legends and such—and I still hear his steps. Every time I turn around it seems
like he’s hovering nearby. Whirling past another shelf, through a small crack
between the books, a flash of his eyes meets mine. “Hi, Morgan,” he greets.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>“Hello,” I reply a bit stiffly.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>“Do you come here often?” he asks.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Is he trying to be funny? “I was hoping to get some books,” I
reply just as an announcement is made over the loudspeaker that the library is
closing. “But I guess I’m out of time.” <i>Thanks
to you, stalker.</i><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>“There’s always tomorrow morning before class starts,” he says.
“Just have to finish breakfast quickly.”<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>“Yeah, good idea.” I wave good-bye and walk away.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Merlin walks around the bookshelf to trail behind me. “Hey, I’m
sorry you got banded. It happens though. It’s part of being a magic user. I got
banded as a kid all the time.”<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>I’m not a kid. I shouldn’t get banded for using magic.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>“Yeah.” I shrug.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>“You can still legally use magic in self-defense.”<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>“Thanks for the tip.”<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>He walks beside me in awkward silence until we eventually split
off toward our chambers. When I look behind me, I catch him watching me with a
sterile, indifferent stare—different from the personable look he had earlier. I
shiver as I turn away. Mother always told me to be wary of people with two
faces. </b></span><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Falling hard never felt so good.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Pair skaters Courtney and Mark have one shot left at their Olympic dream. They vow not to let </b></span><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">anything get in their way, especially not Josh and Stephanie, the wealthy and talented brother </b><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and sister team.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Jennifer Comeaux is a tax accountant by day, writer by night. There aren’t any ice rinks near her </b></span><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">home in south Louisiana, but she’s a diehard figure skating fan and loves to write stories of </b><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">romance set in the world of competitive skating. One of her favorite pastimes is travelling to </b><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">competitions, where she can experience all the glitz and drama that inspire her writing. Jennifer</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Evil stalks her. True love finds her. Destiny claims her.
Rose wakes from a coma to find her life has changed forever.
Her parents were killed in the accident that nearly claimed her life. Now orphaned, her mother’s sister brings her to live in the country with her cousins, who quickly make their resentment known.
Once courageous and full of life, she only wants to be left alone to wallow in the murky shades of grief. Yet, evil stalks her dreams, and fate moves her towards her destiny.
Ghostly meetings, attacks under the cloak of storms, and a threatening dark presence brings danger and adventure to Rose, her cousin and new friend. Her special abilities, known to no one, must remain a secret – somehow.
The trio uncover a portal that takes them to a magical kingdom threatened by an evil creature thirsting for eternal darkness. Only one can stop him . . .
Already heart-broken after the loss of her parents, Rose struggles to deal with the hostility from her cousins, the constant danger, and the guilt that keeps her from Diamond, her horse. But, she is totally unprepared for a turn of events that has staggering consequences. Her special abilities are strengthened as she is tested, time and again.
<em>Birth of a Destiny </em>is the first book in the <em>Light Bearer</em> series. It is the beginning of a tale of a lost champion, found by fate and guided by love – growing through adversity and turmoil – on a journey that becomes a crusade. Readers will join Rose, a young girl crossing to a young woman who must travel dangerous and unexpected paths to recapture her warrior spirit, heal her heart and claim her destiny.</b></span><br />
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Her love affair with writing began nine years ago, when her first child was still a baby. Since then, between working part-time and parenting a brood of scrumptious children, she has been writing during little stitches of “free” time in coffee shops, kitchen tables, libraries, and her study.
She now lives with her husband and three children in Melbourne, Australia where she is a Change Manager and Author.
T.R. Milne finds inspiration for writing in all the things that bring light into her life T.R. Milne loves writing for Young Adults, stirring their fertile imaginations and eager sense of adventure. <em>Birth of a Destiny</em>, the first in the <em>Light Bearer</em> series, is her debut novel. </b></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Chapter One
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> There is a time just before a storm hits when everyone is lulled into a false sense of security, so that when the storm arrives, the splendour of its power weakens knees. Rose was in that moment – the summer air was saturated with heat, the sky bruised, the light bursting its final golden shower; everything felt suspended – like a time that wasn't supposed to exist. It was beautiful, yet deep down and against every bit of logic, Rose wanted no part in it – she wanted it to be over, she wanted the storm to unleash itself upon her. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> And, then it did. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> The light faded across the open field as a grey wall of clouds prepared for battle. Rose raised her eyes as lightning punctured then tore across the sky. Thunder replied by rumbling and stomping through the trembling valley. Then the rain came, falling softly at first, but soon pounding the steaming earth. Her body stung from the rain's assault and woke her from a daze. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'Claudia!' she yelled, but the wind arrived and blew away her words. Running forward into the downpour, shielding her eyes from the rain, she searched the bushes around her. She couldn't see more than a foot in front of her. How could she possibly find her cousin?</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'Damn it!' she cried out. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> She knew, in the place that told the truth, something was terribly wrong. Claudia hated storms with a passion and if there was any way she could have made it back to the farmhouse she would have. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> As she ran toward another group of bushes, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating a dark shape that seemed to be looming over something – or someone. She stopped running; causing James to run into her and push her flat to the ground, landing so hard that the wind was knocked out of her. She swiftly rolled over, gasping for air.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'Are you okay?' James leaned down and touched her cheek, asking, 'Are you hurt?' </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> Rose pushed his hand away, annoyed at how her face tingled where he had touched her. She tried to sit up, but couldn't quite make it, so made do with leaning back on her elbows. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'What do you think you were doing?' she gasped, still struggling for breath.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'I was running behind you, and then you just – stopped, and I ran into you. I'm very sorry.'</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> The memory of the dark figure in the bushes rushed into Rose's mind. She lurched forward, trying to stand up, but it was too soon and she started to fall back down.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> James stopped her fall and yelled through the rain. 'Hey, what are you doing? What's the matter?'</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'I saw something,' she pointed to the bushes where she had seen the figure, 'when the lightning flashed – I saw a dark shape over there.'</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> She felt James' warm hand find hers. For a split second it felt so natural, but then she remembered, and immediately pulled away. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'Let's go check it out,' she said, walking slowly toward the bushes. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> With each step forward, she felt as though the darkness she kept locked inside was being released and spreading through her. Somehow, James' hand had found its way back into hers and now she clung to its warmth. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> A scream ripped through the rain, Claudia's scream, and the story it told reached in and squeezed Rose's heart. Letting go of James' hand, Rose lunged forward. Two steps further into the bushes brought her to Claudia huddled into a ball against a tree and staring, transfixed, at the rain-shrouded figure in front of her.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'Oi!' Rose shouted. 'Leave her alone!'</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'Get away from her!' James roared in a voice Rose didn't know he possessed. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> Lightning filled the sky, exposing the creature, for that is what it was. Covered in a black cloak from head to foot, the only thing she could make out was a face that appeared shrivelled upon itself, with skin so thin it was transparent; revealing no blood in the veins beneath it. The mouth was an ebony pit filled with a red tongue that licked at crumbling teeth. The nose, long and narrow, hooked downwards. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> But, it was the creature's eyes that told his story – black holes that spoke of a thousand years spent in the darkness with only hatred, evil, and death for company. Every part of Rose's being was sickened and repulsed, yet she knew that the thing possessed a dark power beyond any she had ever known. She knew they were lambs before a wolf. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> The dark creature turned and moved toward Claudia.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'Get away from her!' Rose screamed. It didn't hesitate. 'Claudia, RUN!'</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'Rose!' Claudia called out her.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'Run!' screamed Rose. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'Rose, wake up!' yelled Claudia. 'You're having another nightmare.'</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> With a jolt that left her breathless, Rose awoke. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'Are you okay?' asked Claudia. 'What was it about?'</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> Rose sat up, drenched in sweat.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'You were lost in a storm and I found you, but then I saw the creature.'</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'The creature,' said Claudia. 'What kind of creature?'</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> Rose knew they were safe, but she couldn't stop her heart from racing as she remembered the creature's face as it stared at Claudia like she was his prey.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'It was from another world,' said Rose, and as she said the words out loud she knew them to be true.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'From some far-away magical land, was it? Where your ghosts live?'</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> The hot room they shared suddenly felt suffocating. 'What do you mean, where my ghosts live?' </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'You think this is the first time you've talked in your sleep?' said Claudia, hopping back into her bed. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'What did I say?' </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> 'It's more a question of what haven't you said. All I can say is you have one hell of an imagination. Magical worlds. Creatures. Ghosts. As if.'</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> Claudia turned away in a huff and pulled her sheets up to her neck. In seconds, she was fast asleep. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> No doubt dreaming of sunsets, ice creams, and beaches with palm trees. If only she knew!</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> Rose threw off her sweaty sheets and stormed toward the French doors that led to the veranda. Sleep, which came so easily to Claudia, was no longer a friend of hers.</b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #666666;">The Revelation Series is chock-full of interesting characters. Some human, some supernatural, many of them sexy and hot. I sat down recently with the series leading female character, Eve Collins and asked her what she’s planning to get the rest of the characters you’ve come to know and love for the holidays. See her Holiday Gift list below.<br />Asher St. Michael ( Eve’s Love Interest and Protector): Surprisingly, Asher loves to read. I realize how odd that sounds since he uses most of his free time to lip lock with me. This year, I got him a signed hardcover edition of The James Bond Dossier by Ian Fleming. It’s a first edition, first printing. THE AUTHOR’S COPY.It’s in the publisher’s unique presentation binding of quarter red morocco over red cloth boards.He’s going to flip. (Also a little something from La Perla but that’s for his eyes only).<br />Gage Gallagher (The Mysterious Gargoyle): Some of you may not know this but Gage actually studied architecture. So this year, he’s getting a coffee table book of Frank Llyod Wright designs.Only if he can make up his mind and decide where his loyalties lay.<br />Callan (Asher’s Brother): La Creuset 4-piece bakeware set in green, his protector stone color, because, I mean come on. Callan’s cookies are the best!.<br />Abby (Callan’s Mate): Abby loves clothes. So, I got her a gift certificate to Nordstrom. Which no doubt, she’ll force me to spend the day playing dress-up with.<br />Keegan (Asher’s Older Brother): A custom dagger for his collection engraved with rubies, his protector stone. <br />McKenna (Keegan’s Mate): I hear that McKenna is super allergic to wool. Like, face blows up allergic. So, I got her the most gorgeous wool scarf. I know she’ll just love it.<br />Michael (Archangel): I got him an angel for the top of his tree. Yep, I think it’s deserved.It lights up and everything, he’s going to love it (insert sarcism here).<br />Elizabeth (Eve’s Aunt): An engraved gardening set because my aunt has the most beautiful garden on the Vineyard.<br />Wishing you all the best holiday season from all the cast of The Revelation </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #666666;">Series. The author too, but she doesn’t usually get to talk much.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A LOVE RETURNS.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A LOYALTY IS BROKEN.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For Eve Collins, darkness has descended after her love vanished into the night sky. A new protector has been appointed, one who challenges everything she’s believed to true.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In this third installment of The Revelation Series, Eve will become aware of dangers and worlds that exist only in her nightmares and bloodline secrets that will trigger a centuries old war.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You can escape anything, except your destiny.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Readers captivated by <i>Revelation</i> and <i>Restraint</i> will become enthralled with <i>Redemption</i></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Randi was born and raised in Massachusetts where she attended Bridgewater State University and graduated with a degree in Communication Studies. After graduation she moved to California where she lived happily bathed in sunshine and warm weather for fifteen years.
Randi and her husband recently moved back to Massachusetts with their daughter where she was encouraged to begin writing again.
Revelation is her first novel and The Revelations Series is her first New Adult Paranormal Romance book series.
“I’ve had a love affair with books, writing and storytelling since childhood. It has been a dream of mine to introduce this world and these characters to you. I hope I’ve done them justice.”
Randi loves to hear from readers, you can reach out to her via</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;"> <a href="https://twitter.com/R_CooleyWilson"><span style="color: #38761d;">Twitter</span></a></span><span style="color: #666666;"> and/or </span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/authorrandicooleywilson"><span style="color: #38761d;">Facebook</span></a><span style="color: #666666;"> </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Strong arms wrap tightly around my waist and tug me back to a warm, muscular chest. Asher lifts his hand and moves my hair to one side, over my shoulder, so he can have access to my neck. I tilt my head to the right, making it easy for his lips to gently brush the sensitive skin under my left ear before leaving a trail of soft kisses.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Someday, when this is all over, I promise you’ll have the peace you’re craving. It will be just me and you, siren,” he vows quietly.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I sigh in contentment. “That’s all I want, Ash.”</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Then I’ll move Heaven and earth to make sure you get it."</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I turn to face him and push up on my tiptoes. Leaning in, I give him a slow, molten kiss. I push everything I feel for him into the gesture. I want to fill every space of his soul, the way he does mine.</span></b></div>
<b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It’s like I’m trying to climb inside his heart and live there. I’m not sure how long we stay like this, in our own private, perfect moment, but I never want to leave.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Breathlessly, I pull away. My eyes find Asher’s. “What is it you want the most?”</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Asher’s intense gaze holds mine, taking my breath away. “Redemption.”</span></b><br />
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<a href="http://dianes-book.blogspot.com/" style="color: #2d3940;">Diane’s Book Blog</a> – Interview
<a href="http://www.ifeeltheneedtheneedtoread.com/" style="color: #2d3940;">I Feel the Need, the Need to Read</a> – Review Book 1 </span></b><br />
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<a href="http://sassysavvyfabulous.com/" style="color: #2d3940;">Sassy savvy fabulous book blog</a> – Review Book 3
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<a href="http://www.cometbabesbooks.blogspot.com/" style="color: #2d3940;">Comet Babe’s Books</a> – Review Book 3 </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">December 9th
<a href="http://blogtours.yareads.com/2014/10/22/blog-tour-sign-ups-redemption-randi-cooley-wilson/clevergirlsread.blogspot.com" style="color: #2d3940;">Clever Girls Read </a>- Guest Post
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<a href="http://www.ifeeltheneedtheneedtoread.com/" style="color: #2d3940;">I Feel the Need, the Need to Read</a> – Review Book 2 </span></b><br />
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<a href="http://gengenbookblog.com/" style="color: #2d3940;">GenGen’s Book Blog</a> – Review Book 3 </span></b><br />
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<a href="http://thebookbeacon.com/" style="color: #2d3940;">The Book Beacon</a> – Review Book 3
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<a href="http://blogtours.yareads.com/2014/10/22/blog-tour-sign-ups-redemption-randi-cooley-wilson/Shannaclemens.blogspot.com" style="color: #2d3940;">All my Book finds</a> – Promo Post </span></b><br />
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<a href="http://www.yareads.com/" style="color: #2d3940;">YaReads</a> – Review Book 3
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<a href="http://www.justonemorechapter.net/" style="color: #2d3940;">Just One More Chapter </a>- Review Book 3
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<a href="http://nayspinkbookshelf.blogspot.com/" style="color: #2d3940;">Nay’s Pink Bookshelf </a>- Review all 3 books
<a href="http://alittlebitofrnr.com/" style="color: #2d3940;">A Little Bit of R&R</a> – Promo Post
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<a href="http://sleepsontables.com/" style="color: #2d3940;">SleepsOnTables</a> – Guest Post
<a href="http://www.ifeeltheneedtheneedtoread.com/" style="color: #2d3940;">I Feel the Need, the Need to Read</a> – Review Book 3
<a href="http://trishap00.blogspot.com/" style="color: #2d3940;">mindjacked</a> – Review Book 1
<a href="http://thebookloverslounge.com/" style="color: #2d3940;">The Book Lovers’ Lounge</a> – Interview
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<b><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">Reason and Romance</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #999999;">by</span> <span style="color: #f1c232;">Jenn Young</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Release Date: 12/09/14</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><br /><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">Book Summary:</span><br /><span style="color: #999999;">Being stuck in the godforsaken desert is Adrian Blake’s worst nightmare come true. Senior year is all about making fun memories. It’s not about starting over at a new school and navigating a new Brady Bunch family. It’s really not about living with a sexy, arrogant would-be stepbrother who knows how to push her buttons. </span><br /><span style="color: #999999;">Alex Montgomery is the very definition of a player. The only thing he commits to is a one night stand. He’s exactly the kind of guy she hates. When she sleeps with him, it’s the biggest mistake of her life. Now she can’t stop thinking about him. Not at school. Not at home. Sometimes the best mistakes are the ones that you make over and over again…</span></b></span><span style="color: #999999;"><br /></span>
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<span style="color: #999999;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Jenn Young writes primarily Young Adult and New Adult. She used to write contemporary teen </span></b><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">drama and romance under the pen name Myrika at Fictionpress. She also used to write under the </span></b><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">pen name Moreta. Jenn is an unabashed lover of romance, soap operas, and </span></b><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">paranormal/supernatural stories. When Jenn's not working at her day job, she drinks too much coffee and buys too many books. </span></b><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She loves to hear from readers. Contact her via her website, jennyoung.com, or follow her on </span></b><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Twitter at @myrikami. She can be found on Facebook too.</span></b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Excerpt:</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Alex tilted his head. “Now that’s a tepid thank-you. I
expected a little more gratitude than that, but really, knowing you, I wouldn’t
have gotten it.”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Her gaze snapped back to him. “Oh, I don’t begrudge credit
where it’s due, but knowing you, you’d ask for more than just gratitude.”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“And what exactly would I ask for?”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Her back bumped gently into the wall. He’d somehow maneuvered
things, so that he was cornering her. It was so reminiscent of the incident that
had happened by the lockers that her stomach fluttered in remembrance.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Well …” she drawled, conscious of that edgy excitement
shivering through her body. “You’re already in the gutter. I don’t think it’ll
be too hard for you to come up with a few suggestions.”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He placed a hand on the wall, next to her head. “Well, that
depends on what you’re offering.”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She smiled into his eyes. “A hard kick in the ass.”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Alex laughed. “Baby, my door’s open anytime. You know where I
live.”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Oh yes, that room.” She clicked her tongue. “Not to
embarrass you or anything, but from what I overheard, Mandy didn’t seem to be
enjoying herself.”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She couldn’t begin to count the wall-banging,
clutching-at-sheets, screaming orgasms she’d heard that time when Mandy had
stopped by the house, but she had always suspected Mandy had played it up a bit
for Alex’s ego.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“That boyfriend must not have treated you right after all. Or
else, you’d know the difference between screams of pleasure and pain.”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Jason and I were together for three years.” She cast him a
sultry glance under her eyelashes. “But you and your countless girls … there
must be a reason why they always leave you in the end.”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“No, baby, they don’t leave me. They just don’t hold my
interest.”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Are you tired of how they keep faking it for your
benefit?”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Now, if you’re that desperate for a demonstration …”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">The Letting</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">by Cathrine Goldstein</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Release Date: 12/15/14</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">335 pages</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What if the Devil doesn’t know he’s the Devil?</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This is the question Veronica “Ronnie” Billings poses to Phoenix, her sworn enemy, the leader</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of the Peaceful Revolution, and the one she loves.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Kidnapped by Phoenix’s rebels, Ronnie learns how wrong she has been. She had no idea that her</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">patriotism was wasted on a corrupt government. Ronnie was proud to be a Leader; taking</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">hundreds of harvested girls to the Letting facility. After all, she was saving them from future</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Couplings and bringing them to the safety of the New World. Or so she thought…</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Confused, Ronnie realizes the only way to discover the truth is to trust her heart. Together,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Phoenix and Ronnie devise a plan to stop their corrupt government and preempt the dangerous</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">rebel coup which is approaching. But when their plan goes awry, will Ronnie be strong enough</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Given my love for cities and all that is gritty, my new obsession with trees really has me </span></b><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">stumped. (Sorry.) Maybe it's because trees are the inspiration behind my new YA/NA </span></b><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">novel, THE LETTING.</span></b></span></center>
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<b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“What if the Devil doesn’t know he’s the Devil?” I ask. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Phoenix shakes his head, confused. “What?” </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Why? Why does the bad I’ve done have to define me?” </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Because you’re a murdering sadist,” he snaps back at me. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“No, I am not.” I clench my teeth, standing my ground. I am tired of these labels I am suddenly wearing. “I never, I mean never knew what happened to those girls I led to the Lettings. I am so very sorry I played any role in this vile enterprise in which we exist, but I was clueless. Maybe I’m ignorant, or downright stupid, but I would rather have been dead than be responsible for hurting anyone. And before you go throwing malicious names around, maybe it’s time you consider maybe you’re wrong...? What if you kidnapped and tortured me in the name of a revolution that is wrong?” </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“But I didn’t think I was wrong, either.” I am exasperated. “Don’t you get it?” He takes a step back away from me, but I go on. “We are completely turned around. The only information we’re fed is from a corrupt enterprise. What makes you think your information is any more accurate than mine?” </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For the first time ever, he looks terrified. I let a moment go by before I gesture for Raven to come over, and she hurries to my side. </span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>by R.L. Stedman</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Release Date: 11/30/14</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>‘‘Maybe it would be better if I started at the beginning.’ Gran watched me carefully. ‘This ability</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>we have; my mother, me. You. We draw heat along our bodies; anger makes us flame.’</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>When her friend is assaulted, Corrine Peterson can’t help reacting. But she didn’t think and now</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>her hands are burnt, Gran is coming to look after her and, scariest of all, strange men are</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>It seems that Gran’s idea of a solution is to introduce Corrine to Rowan. Okay, sure, maybe</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>But in a world of surveillance and secrecy, complexity is inevitable. And as the tension mounts</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">‘Don’t worry, my dear. Everything will be just fine.’ Holding her around the shoulder, Mr Patel slipped off her school bag. Deepti didn’t even try to stop him; she just stood there, letting him move her around. He passed me the bag. Automatically, my hand reached out and I took it.<br />‘You can leave,’ he told me, staring at Deepti. ‘Deepti and I have something to<br />discuss now, don’t we dear?’<br />‘Don’t touch her!’ My voice sounded weak, afraid.<br />He said nothing, just turned away from me, as though I didn’t exist, as though<br />Deepti was the only thing in the world to him, like she was his own personal private present.<br />I held her bag to my chest, fighting for breath. This is not happening. This is not<br />happening<br />‘Stop it!’ I could feel my anger, almost taste it on my tongue.<br />Mr Patel looked at me, his face mildly surprised, as though he wasn’t doing<br />anything wrong. ‘But Miss Jalali and I have an understanding.’ He smiled at me. His skin was olive-gray and his eyes had tiny red veins in them. ‘The last time I caught her lovely hands stealing my stock, I warned her. Didn’t I, Miss Jalali? I told you I would demand payment of you.’<br />Deepti turned her head away. ‘No! No!’ She struggled against him like a pinned<br />fly. ‘I didn’t. I didn’t. Please let me go!’ She was crying now, really crying.<br />‘Let her go!’ But my voice sounded small and weak, and he ignored me.<br />Oh my God. What do I do? Then, quite suddenly, I wasn’t scared – I felt angry.<br />The walls of the grotty shop seemed to pulse in time with my heart. Who the hell did this man think he was? I heard a distant roaring, the sound of fire and heat and red-hot flames.<br />I shouted, ‘Leave her alone!’</span></span></b>
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<b><span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My name is Rachel Stedman. I’m a physiotherapist (physical therapist) by background, but now I work as a freelance contractor. I live in the wild and</span></b><br />
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in Las Vegas, Nevada. My love for writing started when I was thirteen. I took
part in a city wide writing contest in my hometown of Floral Park, New York. I
was hooked. For many years I wrote but never submitted. In 2008, I started
sending in to various publishers on the suggestions of my two daughters. The
first positive response was from Salt of the Earth Publishing. My earlier work
started with children books—Winslow Willow the Woodland Fairy and The Queen of
It. I have since settled into writing young adult fiction. My first release was
the novelette/novella series, The Dusk Chronicles. It is a supernatural romance
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Two and the paranormal romance novella, The Fulfillment. In addition, I am
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><i><span style="background: white;">Alexander
Lorre gives new meaning to the term "tormented teen." He's a newly
fallen angel, which means he has the self-control of a three-year-old, the
hormones of a teenager and the strength of an angel. When he rescues Gaby Moore
from drowning, the chemistry between them is undeniable. With a local demon
threatening Gaby's life, he struggles to find a balance between remaining close
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danger draws closer, Gaby uncovers shattering secrets that will lead to an
ultimate choice. Will she fight alongside her father, an earthbound hunter
killing fallen angels and demons, give into the demon blood coursing through
her veins and join the demon world, or save the man she loves from both? The
first two choices damn her, but the last one could destroy them all.</span></i><span style="background: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ciara:</span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I’m so sorry for your loss. I know you were close to
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<b><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Gaby:</span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> *deep breath* She was full of life. Always had a smile
on her face and ready to give a warm hug. She homeschooled me so we were very
close. Oh, and she was beautiful. I’ve always been jealous of her ringlet curls
because I take after my dad with his board straight hair.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ciara:</span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Your mother sounds like she was amazing. How have
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<b><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Gaby:</span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Okay. *Runs toe along seem in worn carpet* It’s been
tough on me, but even worse on Dad. He loved my mom very much.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ciara:</span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Is he still struggling? I mean, is he drinking?</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Gaby:</span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Yes, It’s getting worse. Since we moved to Kemp,
Florida, he’s been gone a lot more. When he does return home he’s usually
carrying a brown bag and stumbles to bed. He’s not the Dad I remember from
before the accident.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ciara:</span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I’m so sorry. It must be lonely.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Gaby:</span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Yeah, it is. I’m hoping to convince Dad to let me go to
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<b><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Gaby:</span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> *shifts nervously* It’s kinda hard to explain, but he
works for the government as a civilian contractor. He’s always served his
country. He’s a Veteran and all that. We move a lot for his job so it was easier
not to enroll in school, but now I’m hoping we will stay long enough for me to
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<b><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ciara:</span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> We wish you all the best. I hope your dad will let you
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Ciara Knight began her writing
career in 2008. She writes to ‘Defy the Dark’ with her fantasy, paranormal, and
dystopian books. Her first Young Adult Series, Battle for Souls, will be
published by Turquoise Morning press, with her prequel novella, Love’s Long
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Also in 2012, her adult fantasy, Curse of Gremdon will be published by Crescent
Moon Press.<br />
When not writing, she enjoys reading all types of fiction. Some great literary
influences in her life include Edgar Allen Poe, Shakespeare, Francine Rivers and
J K Rowling.<br />
Her first love, besides her family, reading, and writing, is travel. She's
backpacked through Europe, visited orphanages in China, and landed in a
helicopter on a glacier in Alaska. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Anomaly</span> <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/series/122126-schrodinger-s-consortium"><span style="color: #e69138;">(Schrodinger's Consortium #1)</span></a><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">by</span> <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7770772.Tonya_Kuper"><span style="color: #e69138;">Tonya Kuper</span></a><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Release Date: 11/25/14<br />Entangled Teen</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Summary from Goodreads:<br /><br />Reality is only an illusion.<br />Except for those who can control it…<br /><br />Worst. Birthday. Ever.<br />My first boyfriend dumped me – happy birthday, Josie!- my dad is who knows where, I have some weird virus that makes me want to hurl, and now my ex is licking another girl’s tonsils. Oh, and I’m officially the same age as my brother was when he died. Yeah, today is about as fun-filled as the swamps of Dagobah. But then weird things start happening…<br /><br />Like I make something materialize just by thinking about it.<br />When hot badass Reid Wentworth shows up on a motorcycle, everything changes. Like, everything. Who I am. My family. What really happened to my brother. Existence. I am Oculi, and I have the ability to change reality with my thoughts. Now Reid, in all his hotness, is charged with guiding and protecting me as I begin learning how to bend reality. And he’s the only thing standing between me and the secret organization that wants me dead…</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Another bell rang. I spun wildly, searching for the source, and my foot slipped out from under me. My left foot joined my right, sliding down a rocky surface.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>A scream tore past my lips. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>My brain fought to figure out what was happening as my hands gripped for something—anything—because I was falling. My head swiveled. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I couldn’t comprehend the giant, gaping crack I’d fallen into. A fissure in the ground at least eight feet wide. My fingers sunk into the cracked concrete, barely holding on. Sliding. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Then I looked down. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>No end in sight. An abyss. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Everything around me blurred, and all I could see was black. And in that blackness was the one thing I was terrified of: death. My stomach pitched and my chest heaved, but no air moved in or out of my lungs. I was suffocating. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Ripping my eyes away from the darkness, I focused on my hands, still grasping at the gravely terrain crumbling beneath them. My right foot slipped, and my fingers dug deeper into the ground. It was a mixture of rock, and mud, and I didn’t know what. It felt like glass shards were being shoved under my fingernails.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>I dug in with my toes, using the muscles in my legs to slow my descent. I slid to a halt, but the rocks and substrate continued to crumble beneath me. I searched blindly for a sturdy foothold. My foot found a rocky lip, but as soon as I thought it was safe, it gave way. My right silver flip-flop plummeted into the darkness so eager to swallow me.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Attempting to force my gaze upward, I focused on the contrast of the dark surrounding me and the bright light above, the line where they met. Technically, I’d die in broad daylight.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>“Think, Josie.” The voice was strong, demanding. It took a second for it to register. “Josie, look at me.” </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Reid. Reid was here. That’s where I was. I was at Reid’s place. I’d come here to train. I’m an Oculi. It all became clear as I broke free from the terror. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>I wrenched my head toward his voice, my gaze meeting his. He crouched above me at the surface, his eyes my lifeline because he didn’t offer a hand. He wasn’t about to coddle me. That wasn’t his style. He said, “Breathe. Think.” </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Dragging in an uneven breath, looking into his clear eyes, something clicked in the far reaches of my mind.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Stairs.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>I Pushed with no effort. No headache, no nausea. I blinked, and stairs carved themselves into the side of the chasm, jutted out as if they’d always been there. With great hesitancy, I climbed the stairs on all fours, close to the wall. I could see the surface, right within my reach. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Whoosh. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>The stairs were gone. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>I felt myself tumbling, falling. Flailing along the wall of the abyss with nothing to stop my descent. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>“React, Josie!”</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Think. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>I focused on the surface, on the light growing dimmer the farther I skidded. Earth. Ground beneath my feet. I Pushed. And Pushed. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Pain. Nausea. Dizziness. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Thunder sounded below, like the darkness of the chasm was rising up to swallow me whole. Something hit my feet so hard that it tossed me in the air. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Up. Up. Into the light. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>My thoughts didn’t coalesce clearly, but I felt myself rising. The pain behind my eyes made my vision waver. I shot to the warehouse floor. Reid reached for me as I collapsed.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>My lungs rebelled, and tears burned trails down my cheeks. Dirt covered my hands and caked beneath my fingertips. One fingernail had broken to the quick. It bled sullenly. I wasn’t about to look weak in front of him, though, so I held out my arm to ward off his offer of help. I stood tall on trembling legs.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Reid closed the gap between us, his arms extended like he would embrace me. “Josie—”</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>The light streaming through the warehouse windows dimmed and flickered. Darkness edged my periphery. I balled my trembling fist and slammed my knuckles into his cheek. White heat shot through my hand before everything went black.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">About the Author</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Tonya Kuper's debut, ANOMALY, the first in the Schrodinger's Consortium young adult scifi trilogy, releases November 2014 by Entangled Teen. She lives in Omaha, NE with her two rad boys and husband, is a music junkie, and a chocolate addict. Star Wars & Sherlock fan.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Author Links:</span> <a href="http://tonyakuper.com/"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/proxy/AVvXsEhyuLec3fQVnOopizBtNaxhUvDbgkjuG7tQ8ukuDTuKLxzAAkQZ_wWVG5pMSZkTPWnA05UHFw8PF5knywjoU8-3WEIy9nELZ5DAdgTKhfRWM-5a2ZtZtiDV_RTjQpbvUGAtSmKAoGbnJPx0d7UJd_2iqUCvvVKkHHBSCHYMTzS1Iz56wRq8bP-rxTmXNEPPuwDcmzBgK68yQtKdVUHZIU_iuihRNZChksG-=" /></a> <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7770772.Tonya_Kuper"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/proxy/AVvXsEiZb2yRVLSMwkCZgUHLgNUXs9afgxGIhUBSOU4GEEB56MTrgFCXxJnlmNlESn9my6wgonGjAbSRQChqDkBZjpWIpPi_mYvwrhUpqetWzsCZQv9gC6SoSqPS_mVzGt-bMQrr5tPEA7rF5vuQ1vXwwdjMHD9nSiUj-NMFxlYvNRJaMcYw6JG4PGv3V19dykY1gmu_L99sw6HAFPBOzHAhgpQHV1dQXD-nHg=" /></a> <a href="http://www.twitter.com/tonyakuper"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/proxy/AVvXsEizPtFcLARc6s2yED7Eps1o_rR6GZfgg0E09ttgzq2Y2P5Inyo5GK8VomCZFcW7fpSoO1BdlsVR3ZgHoEQJx6cGLE1QnYaQWrIbcxGpfJecS7jNpdJKSrkNVPCw6OZ97f2eiaDOfPmiU8cj-lQRsV2Vgl2Fbl_Fl0T2QNGr7H5zNVBRsFTfzsfD28EyI5AhYd6iiBFUbekNUShu3Ih3T6r-VsRHkaJsgXHI=" /></a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/tonyakuperauthor"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/proxy/AVvXsEi8BAWZrg-oS_JPmlBpimhKOYKn-vozAHyA0cjXUFi4astHYrSlMVEMd-ySctigKA63JHaQ5Lg_nBogX1Sg9aAta433Lrlg51cyVnxx_1EPgGaEeh-2NXBr_lsWdfLPoKRfeB7YxY8dQpxMBVrGQoXNG64_VeVdK6GvbdCfclDcHoHkCINC2PIVCq7OOzu7nkOqKDAXMm4Y9WYBF-LpcKJajw9ywTvPk-xksw=" /></a><br /><br /></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>TITLE – Christmas Confusion </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>SERIES – Bailey’s Chaotic Life </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>AUTHOR – Monica Garry-Allen </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>PUBLICATION DATE – 11-3-14 </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 50,000 </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>COVER ARTIST – Sweet Simplicity</b></span><br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Bailey Cooper has fallen in love – sadly the man she’s in love with already has a man. Sounds complicated doesn’t it? ~</span></strong></em></div>
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Bailey Cooper is very much attracted to her neighbor, Max Davis. Unfortunately for Bailey, Greg – Max’s lover, is slowly becoming one of Bailey’s best friends. Bailey’s emotions are torn. She adores Greg’s friendship while at the same time she craves Max’s touch.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Max Davis and his baby brother Greg Davis are co-owners of the apartment building they live in. Max has fallen for his tenant, Bailey, but she avoid and ignore all of his advances. It doesn’t take long for him to become suspicious of the friendship blooming between her and Greg. He believes Bailey has a crush on his brother, but Max wants his shy little neighbor all to himself. Now he has to think of ways to keep Bailey and Greg apart, which is ridiculous since Greg isn’t even in to women. Time to break that news to his neighbor and hope it causes her attention to swing his way.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Will a holiday weekend full of chaos, confusion and a little bit of charm finally get Bailey and Max on the right track? Or will a few innocent caresses lead to more Christmas confusion?</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span style="color: #f1c232;">“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” Greg said in awe.
Max snorted at the incredulity of Greg’s question.
“I just met her. I’ve only known her for three weeks. How can I possibly be in love with her?”
Greg sat up on the couch, same shocked expression on his face.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Max told his brother. “There is no way I’m in love with my neighbor.”
“I can’t believe I’ve been so blind,” Greg sighed. “I’m supposed to be the Christmas Cupid, how did I miss this? My pupils have fallen in love and I didn’t even realize it. I’m slipping.”
“What are you talking about?”
He was not in love with Bailey. There were a lot of things he loved about her but he wasn’t in love with her. He loved the way she walked, the sound of her voice, hell he even loved watching her walk away from him, because the view was to die for.
He loved that she didn’t balk at the kind of car he drove. He loved the way she smiled shyly whenever he told her good morning. But that didn’t mean that he loved her, he didn’t know her well enough to love her. But he could see himself falling in love with her, if she would give him a chance. If he could just figure out what she wanted, he would give it to her.
“It all makes so much sense now,” Greg whispered.
“Really dude, what are you mumbling about?”
“The waitress at the Pancake Shack, she was cute, but you didn’t pay her any attention. Last week there was the gas station cashier, who asked you what your name was. She was hitting on you and you didn’t even notice. The only woman you seem to have eyes for is your brown-haired neighbor.” Greg tapped his finger against his chin. “I think I’ve just figured out what’s wrong with you.”
“There’s nothing wrong with me, doofus.”
“See, that right there. You called me doofus, you haven’t called me that in years.”
“Because you haven’t acted like one in years.”
“I’ve never acted like one, but you only called me that after I’d gone through your stuff and found out something that you didn’t want me to know.”
Max stopped pacing. “I’m completely lost. I have no idea what we’re even talking about now.”
“Let me bring you up to speed, dear brother. You calling me doofus means you know that I am on to you, and I am. I know what’s wrong with you. I know why you’re so cranky.”
“Please, feel free to enlighten me.”
“I shall, but first, name one other woman that you’ve been this crazy about,” Greg said.
He started pacing again, searching his mind for a name. The names of every woman he’d ever dated and or slept with raced through his head.
“There was Bethany…”
“She doesn’t count,” Greg chimed in. “She cheated. You dumped her and never looked back. If you were crazy about her, you would have been heartbroken, but you weren’t. So name someone else.”
He tried to come up with another name, but no other woman came to mind, only Bailey. There was no point in denying it any longer.
“There isn’t anyone else, only Bailey.”
Greg began grinning from ear to ear.
“You love Bailey. I can see it in your eyes. Case solved.”
Max returned to his recliner and plopped down, defeated. He loved Bailey, everything about her. There was no denying it or fighting it, He was in love with Bailey Cooper</span>.</b></span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>TITLE – The Makeover </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>SERIES – Nerd Girls Love Hard </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>AUTHOR – Monica Garry-Allen </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>PUBLICATION DATE – 09/29/14 </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 60k </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>PUBLISHER – Indie </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>COVER ARTIST – Sweet Simplicity</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>April has just learned the real reason behind her boss’ impromptu dinner invitation. He only invited her to dinner with his colleagues to prove a point: that he can show up at an event with a plain Jane and still be considered ‘the man’. She expected better from him and had secretly hoped that one day their friendship would grow into something deeper. Now she knows she will always just be his 'nerdy secretary' to him.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>But her two best friends won’t let her wallow in her pain. They convince her to give Dr. Stewart a dose of his own medicine. The plan: show up at the dinner looking irresistible and prove to her boss that even nerd girls can be sexy. But first she has to replace her unattractive business suits with something sexier and more revealing. It’s time for a makeover.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Dr. Chad Stewart would never ‘really’ date his secretary. She was too good, to pure for someone as jaded as himself. It didn’t matter that he was half in love with her. But when he needed an ‘average date’ for a dinner party she was the first person he turned to. He thought his secretary was the perfect choice until he arrived to find her looking like his wildest fantasy. But now she knows the real reason for his invite and he can see in her eyes how hurt she is.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>“That’s right. Your plan was to use me to advance yourself.”
“That was my plan. I admit it. I was wrong. What can I do to make you forgive me?”
He sounded sincere. The fact that his eyes seemed to be watering as he stared at her longingly confirmed the sincerity she heard in his voice. But she wouldn’t fall for it. She wouldn’t let him in, only to be hurt by him again in the future.
“There is nothing I want from you. There is nothing I want you to do other than to take me home, right now.” Those blasted tears were threatening to fall again. “Please just take me home.” Her voice broke on the last word. Chad held his hands up, surrendering to her demand.
“If you really want to go home, I will take you home. Just please answer one question for me?’
She didn’t want to answer any questions, but if it would get her home sooner she would.
“What is the question?”
“When I touch you, do you feel anything?”
Where had that question come from?
“Um…”
“I’m not finished. When we sip coffee together each morning, do you ever get the feeling that maybe we’re meant to be together? I know it sounds crazy, but even tonight, with everything that is going on, does a part of you feel the need to hold me and never let me go?”
Yes, yes, yes, that was exactly how she felt. How did he know? A sob escaped her lips. She put her hands over her face. She didn’t want to look at him. She didn’t want to hope that maybe he really felt those things he’d just said. Hope led to disappointment and she’d had enough disappointment in her life already. She couldn’t risk placing her hope in Chad. He’d already let her down once.
The sound of gravel crunching let her know he was taking a step closer to her. She took a step back, suddenly very aware of his presence. Sobbing into her hands, afraid to look up, she continued to walk backward and he continued to follow her.
Her back connected with something hard. She leaned back and felt the rough touch of tree bark against her exposed shoulders. Chad wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her forward. His hand settled at the small of her back. He used his other hand to massage her shoulders. The feel of his hands on her bare skin made her tremble. Why did she want him so much?
“I messed up, April. If you give me another chance, I promise to never do anything like this again. Forgive me, please.”</b></span></blockquote>
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Top of her class in school, a budding astronomer, and with a best friend like
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determined to get to the bottom of it only to discover her braniac dad is the
mastermind of a top-secret government experiment. They promise to build a
perfect world, one galaxy at a time, but with every tweak of the present, a bit
more of the future starts to crumble.</b></span></span></div>
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Eventually the day came when the voices in Kelley Lynn’s head were more
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Kelley was born and raised a Midwestern girl. She’s not afraid to sweat and
fills her free time with softball, soccer and volleyball. (Though you probably
don’t want her on your volleyball team.) She occasionally makes guest
appearances as a female vocalist for area bands. Music plays a large role in
her writing process as well as the characters and plot lines within her
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You can find Kelley hanging out at her blog, titled in her name, as well as the
group blog she shares with her fellow critique partners, Falling for Fiction.
Kelley is a member of the Society of Children’s Books Writers and Illustrators.</b></span></span><b><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-size: 12pt; padding: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> </span></span></b></span></div>
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<br /><span style="color: #6aa84f;">When I started Rowan’s first story, A Life, Redefined, I had no idea what her future held. I knew that she was a traumatized, struggling young woman and I wanted to explore her story; I wanted to dive into the psyche of a teenager who felt that self-harm was the best way to cope with the devastating events of her life.<br /><br />I saw her in the eyes of so many teens, and even adults that I felt a story like this needed told. I wasn’t even sure how book #1 would end, but once I dove in, the story unfolded all by itself. I wrote her story like I was living it. I cradled her hopes and dreams as if they were my own. I cried with her pain, celebrated her achievements, smiled when something good finally happened to her.<br /><br />Book #1 is a raw, gritty read that has been known to leave readers (by their own accounts) weeping. But I didn’t write her story to make readers cry. I wrote her story because life’s pains are all too common.<br /><br />When I started book #2, A Life, Forward, I wanted Rowan to take a step ‘forward’. I wanted her life to model, what I hope, was real life. When we are down and out, change still happens and life can improve. But it’s not easy. Life is not easy. The foundation of her life is cracked, or even crumbling. But she wants a better life. In book #2, we see her struggling to achieve that.<br /><br />A Life, Forward will likely bring about a few tears, too. How can a story like Rowan’s not? If I was to keep events true-to-life, she couldn’t run off into the sunset so soon. That was not realistic. But hope starts to creep into her life. She might not have all the answers and a golden walkway laid out before her, ready to lead her to a happy, shiny future. But she starts taking those first tentative steps.<br /><br />Book #3, A Life, Freed, shows a strong, independent young woman. It has been over a year, in her life, since A Life, Redefined. Now we find her in a good place. Little Rowan Slone is an adult. She is working and going to college. She has found a new love. We, as readers, are eager to cheer on our wounded heroine who seems not quite so wounded anymore.<br /><br />But our pasts don’t just shrivel up and die. She still carries her tumultuous history about her frail shoulders. As several poignant events happen in her life, she realizes she still stands on that cracked and crumbling foundation. To truly change course and move beyond the pain, Rowan learns she has to confront the past head-on. In the end, she finds what she always wanted.<br /><br />And what is that?<br /><br />I’m not telling…*wink*<br /><br />My goal as the author of these emotional books was to follow her life as truthfully as I could. Book #1 is the hardest to read. If I had to pick a color to describe it, it would be black. I think of charred wood, sinister night skies, shadows lurking behind every corner. Book #2 would be grey; dreary, wet, heavy, but not quite as ominous. And book #3? It would have to be soft pastels like pink, orange and green. There would be threatening, dark clouds, but they would be in the distance-hovering but not overhead. A Life, Freed is about hope, forgiveness, love, family and, simply, moving on.<br /><br />If you can make it through A Life, Redefined and its emotional sucker punch, then weep through A Life, Forward with its sadness and determination, then you can cheer in A Life, Freed when, by the end, our little heroine, Rowan Slone, puts the pieces to a new life together.<br /><br />The stories are meant to be read in order; they are meant to show that regardless how bad life can be, change is inevitable and hope it always alive.<br /><br />Cheers! Tracy</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #38761d;">*So many heartfelt thanks to NaYa Books and More for hosting me today.*</span></b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Seven years ago, an innocent act by Rowan Slone turned her life into a nightmare. Since the age of ten she's lived with the burden of her baby brother's death. Now she is seventeen and all she wants to do is graduate high school, go to college, and escape the loveless family she has endured all these years—the same family that holds her responsible for his death. But no one holds her responsible more than herself.<br />When long-time crush Mike Anderson invites her to the Prom, suddenly her future looks brighter. Rowan's younger sister, Trina, however, is determined to ruin her new-found happiness, no matter the cost. And when Rowan discovers her mother’s long-held secret, she finds herself teetering on the edge of an abyss. Can Rowan find the strength to move toward the future or is she doomed to dwell in the past?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Her father is gone. Her mother is in jail. And Rowan Slone has left her dysfunctional, violent past behind. With college looming on the horizon, she has a new job that she loves, and a safe place to call home. She is close to achieving everything she ever wanted-a sense of family, a sense of purpose, and a sense of self.<br />But there are cracks in Rowan's life that threaten to send her future crumbling to the ground. When her relationship begins to suffer, her father returns and her long-held secret is discovered, Rowan must find the courage to fight for the most important thing yet-herself.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">by Tracy Hewitt Meyer</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">On her own for the first time, Rowan Slone is no longer waiting for the future. She’s living in the present, and relishing every minute of it. She has a new boyfriend. She is helping best friend, Jess, raise her five-month-old son, Jacob. And she continues to work as Assistant Manager at the animal shelter-all while settling into her first semester of college. Rowan’s stars are aligned and she’s not looking back.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Tracy Hewitt Meyer is a multi-genre, multi-published author of new adult fiction as well as adult paranormal and contemporary romance. She has a B.A. in English and a Master of Social Work, both of which feed her true passion-a love of writing. Born and raised in the beautiful state of West Virginia, Tracy now lives in the mid-east with her family, a goldendoodle, and a bearded dragon.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That kiss. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Is there any way to explain a kiss like that? It could go up against any in the romance novels Jess used to read in high school. Even though I didn’t read them, she never failed to tell me the juicy parts that made even my toes curl.
This kiss even rivaled those clichéd ones of history: Romeo and Juliette, Rhett and Scarlet, Princess Buttercup and Wesley, Rose and Jack.
Now <em>Rowan</em> and <em>Mike </em>would be forever added to that list. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">His warm, moist mouth, his soft, earnest tongue, the feel of his hands, his body pressed against mine nearly sent my soul shooting into the stars. The sweet decadent scent of the forest settled in around us like an embrace. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We were so tightly woven together at that moment, I didn’t think we would ever disentangle ourselves.
Something told me we wouldn’t want to. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He moved his hands from my face, making my skin grow cold with the loss of his warmth. But then he wrapped them around my waist, lifting me until I was level with him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Fire tore over my skin extinguishing any coolness that I had ever felt in my entire life.
His head turned. Mine tilted in the opposite direction allowing the kiss to deepen even further. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He breathed my breath and I his. I melted; my insides softening. To him. To Mike.
I had missed him. And I let him know that with an even tighter pull around his neck. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He groaned low in his throat as he answered with his own muscles flexing around my waist.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Rowan,” he whispered. There was so much in that softly-spoken word, so much past, so much present. Was there any future? Something told me there was.
He set me back on my feet and dropped his hands. His eyes were questioning, confused, searching. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I’ve…” his voice croaked and he cleared it. “I’ve missed kissing these lips.” He was staring at my mouth was an intensity I wasn’t sure I could survive. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“God how I’ve missed them.”
<em>Then kiss them again. Please kiss them again.</em>
He pulled his gaze from my lips to lock on my eyes like he had me in a vice, making it impossible for me to look away or even blink. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Rowan.” His gaze burned into mine. “I love you. I never stopped loving you. Please. Please tell me there is another chance for us. I can’t <em>not</em> have you in my life.”
He put his fingers under my chin and lifted my face toward his. His eyes traveled over my forehead, my brows. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I have tried to act like I didn’t feel this way.” Around the outside of my eyes, over my nose. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Tried to act like I didn’t miss you. Need you.” Mouth again, chin. “That I didn’t love you.”
“But I can’t pretend anymore. Something in me changed when we were paired for that biology report. I didn’t even realize it until I lost you. I need you back.” </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There were tears in his eyes, now illuminating the beautiful pine color that so easily matched the evergreen trees surrounding us. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Please, Rowan. Is there a future for us?”
But I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. What was he saying? Half of my brain and body were still back there with that kiss. How did he recover so quickly from it? The other half of my brain and body were relishing the closeness of him, the feel of his touch. I was all senses and emotions and feelings and things totally unrelated to forming coherent thoughts or processing what he was saying.
I must’ve waited too long to answer because he stepped away from me, his hands falling to his sides. His eyes were still on mine but the tears were gone. What I saw there was sadness the likes of which I had never seen in him before. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I’m sorry. I guess it’s too late.” He turned.
I stared at his broad shoulders as they moved away from me. He was all muscle and height and gorgeousness; familiarity and strangeness; attraction and obsession. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Author: Daelynn
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Genre: YA </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #181818;">It was
the worst day of Daphne’s life. Not only had her parents moved her from Atlanta
to the middle of nowhere, but her boyfriend broke up with her in the middle of
a crowded club and her parents grounded her for a month for sneaking out and
stealing the BMW. All in one night! If she were back home in Atlanta it would
be no problem. She could always find ways of getting around her punishments.
But this was rural Georgia. And there was nowhere to go but woods and farmland.
That is, until Finn showed up at her window.<br />
Finn was the invincible mascot of Neverland Academy where Daphne’s brothers
attended. For the five years since he’d been expelled from the all-boys
boarding school, he lived in the old slave tunnels under the former antebellum
plantation home. He and his band of outcast boys lived for pulling pranks on
the school’s professors, and especially the headmaster, Byron Trappe, who had a
personal vendetta against Finn.<br />
Daphne grew to love life under the academy. But there was one problem. She was
falling for Finn. Hard. She knew he didn’t want a relationship or anything that
resembled growing up. But when the wall she built between them begins to
crumble before her eyes, will she stay at the academy and face impending
heartbreak? Or will she leave her heart behind and escape the dangers of
criminal life, including a perilous encounter with the vengeful headmaster?</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “You’re not a student here,” a voice drifted from
behind her as if a breeze carried it through a drafty window.<span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Daphne jumped nearly two inches off her seat and her
heart thumped wildly against her chest. Quickly she hit “Send” and stood,
guarding the computer screen. She was shocked to meet face to face with a boy
who looked not much older than she. Judging by his stature, tall and athletic,
he looked like he couldn’t possibly be young enough to attend, but his boyish
face complete with deep-set dimples defied that thought. His hair, black as
coal was spiked up in that “just got out of bed” look and he was dressed in a
black V-neck tee shirt and jeans, which had worn holes in the knees. She was
well familiar with the style, being in the crowd she was in, but this didn’t
exactly look like a fashion statement. Especially not with bare feet that
looked like they’d been through a few mud puddles since his last shower. It
certainly didn’t meet the dress code for Neverland Academy.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Apparently neither are you,” Daphne retorted, letting her
gaze scan him from head to toe, but she refused to meet his eyes. There was
something intimidating about this boy. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it,
but there was something about him that made her incredibly nervous.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The boy smiled, showing off a perfect set of teeth.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“What are you doing here?” he asked, leaning back against
the bookcase and crossing his arms in a cocky manner.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Daphne twitched nervously. Surely this guy wasn’t old enough
to be a professor, was he? “I was just sending an email. See, my parents
haven’t set up the Internet at our house yet and I just needed to get in touch
with some old friends from—”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“No not here, in the library. I mean what are you doing at
the academy? Don’t tell me Professor Pervpot has changed the rules to allow
girls in.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Professor who?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The boy rolled his eyes and sighed. “Trappe?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“No!” Daphne laughed. “My brothers are starting school here.
We came to help them move in and do the tour and stuff, which was incredibly
boring, I might add. And speaking of Trappe, is it just me or is he a really
creepy guy?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Don’t I know it.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For the first time Daphne met his eyes and did not look
away. She was dazzled by the clarity of them. It was like somebody sliced a
lime in half and stuck the two halves in his eyeballs, with the flesh facing
out. She’d never seen green eyes that looked so bright and clear. She struggled
to look away, but couldn’t. His gaze remained on her, audacious and
enraptured. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #181818;">Daelynn
Quinn was born and raised in southern Maryland where she spent her youth
exploring and falling in love with nature in the woods behind her house. She
graduated the University of Northern Colorado with a degree in dietetics, which
she promptly abandoned to pursue writing. Daelynn’s writing is fast-paced and
laced with current issues that concern her. Her first dystopian trilogy, Fall
of Venus, focused on climate change and the role we as humans play in it. Her
YA novel, Neverland Academy, delves into child abuse and negligence. Daelynn is
excited to be commencing a new series, which will tear into the animal
exploitation industries. While she is not reading or writing, Daelynn enjoys
brainstorming while mowing her lawn, cooking healthy meals her kids refuse to
eat, and watching old episodes of Mr. Bean with her three boys.</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Samantha Connelly has been on the run since she was seven years old. Forced into Witness Protection after her father saw something he shouldn’t has caused her to learn to blend in. She’s moved, changed her name, and her appearance more times than she can count over the last nineteen years all along wondering if it will ever end. Her handler, Kevin, along with her parents have assured her that it won’t be forever, but as the years tick by she’s slowly given up hope that she’ll ever be normal.</span></b><b><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now at 26, Sam has moved to Chicago and is working at the Rusty Nail as a bartender calling herself Mallory. Her father passed away two years before leaving her to finish what he started…put away the ‘bad guys’. Living on the run in hiding has been harder than she ever imagined, and finding love has always been out of the question. Who would want to be with someone they couldn’t be honest with? She’s resigned herself to being alone, until… Brian walks in.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Brian Sellers is everything Sam has been trying to avoid her entire life. He’s clad in leather and torn jeans, donning several tattoos…all-in-all a bad boy. When their eyes connect one evening, everything she’s ever told herself falls to the wayside as an indescribable draw pulls her to him. He’s sexy and domineering, and something about him reminds her of a boy she used to know.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The more time she spends with Brian, the more she wants him, but…Brian is not everything he seems to be. When Sam happens to see the tat on his wrist, the same tat that her father saw all those years ago, she realizes she’s flirting with the enemy. Brian has no idea that he’s hanging out with the one girl his boss wants dead.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Can Sam hide her identity from the first man she’s had real feelings for? What will Brian do when he finds out who she really is? Can love really conquer all?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #783f04;">by </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8391110.Lynn_Vroman"><span style="color: lime;">Lynn Vroman</span></a><span style="color: #783f04;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Release Date: 2014<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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living in the trailer park with the rest of town’s throwaways isn’t exactly
paradise. Dealing with a drunken father who can't keep his fists to himself
doesn’t help matters either. The only good thing in her life, other than track,
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When a chair burns her arms, Lena chalks it up to stress-induced crazy. Yet as
bizarre incidents escalate, even being crazy can’t explain it all away… until
one day dream guy does find her.<br />
Tarek lost Lena seventeen years ago after she was accused of treason and marked
Tainted. He finally discovers her reborn on Earth into a life of suffering as
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<i><b><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">However, someone else has already
found her… and wants her dead. Willing to sacrifice everything, he fights to
keep her safe so she can live the only life she’s ever known—even if that life
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<b><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Nothing annoyed me more than crappy best friends. The type who did stupid stuff, like grab my shoulder and scream right in my ear, "Help me, Barbara!" <br />I jumped and a cloud of popcorn exploded above us. The kernels remaining in the tub I threw in Zander's face.<br />We sat in the back row, Night of the Living Dead on the screen. No emergency exit signs interrupted the darkness, adding a little more to the scare department. But Zander killed the mood as soon as the graveyard scene popped up.<br />"You promised to watch, now watch." I chucked the popcorn tub at him when he wouldn't stop laughing.<br />"Fine, but my hands are stayin' in my pockets this time." He rubbed the tiny crescent-shaped marks on his left hand. "I have no idea why you watch these things. You can't sit through one without a week of nightmares."<br />"Not true. The Ring was just extra freaky."<br />"Ah, and so were The Shining and Paranormal Activity..." His southern accent rolled off his tongue like sap from a maple tree. "I think you like bein' afraid all the time."<br />I hated it when he was right. "Shut up."<br />Fear triggered the fight-or-flight mechanism in our brains. The signal that proved we still wanted to live. That was my theory, anyway.<br />Maybe I was a masochist, but I did like experiencing the fear. It ensured the numbness hadn't completely taken over. Numb could be good. A takeover, though…not so good.</span></b><br />
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– February 2015 (audiobook, performed by Caprisha Page)
– November 2015 (hardcover, featuring more than 100 illustrations) </span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Written as though by the old master himself, King Arthur’s Sister in Washington’s Court by Mark Twain as channeled by Kim Iverson Headlee offers laughs, love, and a candid look at American society, popular culture, politics, baseball...and the human heart.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #bf9000;">CLARICE HELPED ME pack my clothing and accessories for the relocation to London: just what I would need for the first brace of weeks, which amounted to eight large traveling cases, one of which was devoted to my hair accoutrements and cosmetics. Not long after arriving in this century, Clarice had introduced me to these wonderful products, which allowed me to create the same visual effect as I had done for decades with the aid of magic; now you sit privy to the secret of how I could cast ever so many enchantments for President Malory and remain looking as glorious as ever. <br />While I was yet sorting through my garments deciding which to bring and which to leave, my thoughts turned toward a leaving of another sort. I must have appeared sorrowful, for of a sudden Clarice asked if aught ailed me. <br />“I shall miss you, Clarice, when I get to London.” Since that answer represented only half the truth, I hurried on with: “And yet I know that you shall perform your duties in continuing to oversee my office here in Washington to the utmost of your considerable abilities.” <br />That made her smile, and she thanked me for the compliment, but her look turned shrewd. “I imagine you’ll miss President Hinton, too.” <br />“Of course I shall. She has become as a sister to me.” <br />I resumed examination of the dress I had been holding, a sexy little black thing that I would have loved to have worn only for Accolon… <br />“Please tell me about him,” said Clarice. <br />“I beg your pardon?” <br />The shrewd look was back. Mayhap it had never left. “Sir Accolon. Queen Morgan, you have not—um, partnered with any man of this century more often than once to my certain knowledge, since I manage your schedule. I suspect that you have not yet found anyone you like, let alone love, as well as he. No one of this era could make you go all moony-eyed while looking at a dress; therefore, you must be thinking about Accolon. So, please tell me about him.” <br />Ha. I knew I had chosen her as my trusted adviser for good reason, and I rewarded her accordingly. As the memories swirled about in my mind, making me yearn even more acutely for Accolon’s company, I said: <br />“He was a knight with very few peers during his lifetime, excepting only Sir Launcelot and Sir Gawaine. And my brother—those three were the only knights who ever bested him in single combat. So naturally, he was big—in all parts and portions—and muscular, and very strong, yet as a lover he was no brute, but as tender as any virgin maid could ever wish for. His intellect was nearly as keen as mine, as was his eagerness to assist me in righting the wrongs inflicted upon me by my brother. He had hair as glossy black as a raven’s wing, which he kept short-cropped in the old Roman style; he once said it was more comfortable under the helmet than having masses of hair stuffed up under and making the head sweat overmuch. It had a fine curl to it that I found most endearing. His eyes were an unforgettable shade of blue, and he had a strong chin that he kept clean-shaven…Lord God in heaven! Who on earth is that?” <br />While I had been discoursing on Accolon’s virtues, Clarice had activated her screen, which was now displaying the image of a man who could have been my dead lover’s twin. <br />Clarice grinned. “You said the other day that you wanted to find another general manager for the Knights. This man is Alexander Leroy ‘Sandy’ Carter, former WBF second baseman and 2073 Tournament MVP for the Connecticut Yankees. Since his retirement as a player, he has served in various capacities for several teams, including as a GM. He is a renowned expert in all matters baseball.” <br />In any era, when something—or someone—sounds too good to be true, it—or he—usually is. I asked, “If he is so valuable, then why does he not stay with one team?” <br />A look of chagrin crossed her countenance. “Sandy Carter is what we call a ‘loose cannon.’ He can be temperamental and wild, and he gets into fights with players and coaches and…sometimes even with his bosses. And not just verbal fights, either. Usually his points are quite valid, but his means of expressing them don’t earn him any friends.” <br />In a word, then, passionate. Passionate men I understood and could work with. It had been thus with Accolon at the start of our association, and look at all I had been able to accomplish with him. Everything I had ever desired, except King Arthur’s throne. <br />Wit I well that lying and gullibility were two facets of human nature that had not changed in the last fifteen centuries and shall not change in the next fifteen, either. I had learned this while trying to evaluate potential new Knights for the team. Everyone speaks glowingly of his accomplishments and accolades; no one ever mentions his flaws or mistakes or regrets unless a wise employer chooses to ask specific questions of this ilk. Yet Clarice had offered the bad along with the good of this man. Still, I would be forced as a point of honor to relinquish my coveted title of The Wise if I accepted her words at face value; upon turning the thought-receptors toward me, I soon verified everything she had told me about this volatile man. <br />I asked, “Is Sandy Carter available now?” <br />Clarice’s grin returned. “For the right price, Queen Morgan, anyone is.” <br />It took only one call, and Sandy Carter expressed exceeding pleasure and eagerness to accompany me to London as general manager of the Knights. The fact that I had worn the sexy black number during the call saved the team quite a sum with regard to Carter’s agreed-upon salary. <br />Neither as queen nor as ball club owner do I ever make idle promises. </span></span></b></div>
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Kim is a Seattle native (when she used to live in the Metro DC area, she loved telling people she was from "the other Washington") and a direct descendent of 20th-century Russian nobility. Her grandmother was a childhood friend of the doomed Grand Duchess Anastasia, and the romantic yet tragic story of how Lydia escaped Communist Russia with the aid of her American husband will most certainly one day fuel one of Kim's novels. Another novel in the queue will involve her husband's ancestor, the 7th-century proto-Viking king of the Swedish colony in Russia.
For the time being, however, Kim has plenty of work to do in creating her projected 8-book Arthurian series, The Dragon's Dove Chronicles, and other novels under her new imprint, Pendragon Cove Press. She also writes romantic historical fiction under the pseudonym "Kimberly Iverson."</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="by">by</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: #181818;"> </span></span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2968447.E_C_Myers" itemprop="url"><span itemprop="author" itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span itemprop="name" style="color: #3d85c6;">E.C.
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Release date: Nov 05,
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<i><b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“What is the silence of six, and what are you going to do about it?”</span></b></i><br />
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<i><i>These are the last words uttered by 17-year-old Max Stein’s best friend, Evan:
Just moments after hacking into the live-streaming Presidential debate at their
high school, he kills himself.</i></i></span></b><br />
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<i><i>Haunted by the image of Evan’s death, Max’s entire world turns upside down as
he suddenly finds himself the target of a corporate-government witch-hunt.
Fearing for his life and fighting to prove his own innocence, Max goes on the
run with no one to trust and too many unanswered questions.</i></i></span></b><br />
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<i><i>Max must dust off his own hacking skills and maneuver the dangerous labyrinth
of underground hacktivist networks, ever-shifting alliances, and virtual
identities — all while hoping to find the truth behind the “Silence of Six”
before it’s too late.</i></i></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">About the Author</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">E.C. Myers was assembled in the U.S. from Korean and
German parts and raised in Yonkers, NY by his mother and the public library. He
is a graduate of the Clarion West Writers Workshop and a member of the prolific
NYC writing group Altered Fluid. In the rare moments when he isn't writing, he
blogs about </span><i style="color: #6aa84f;">Star Trek</i><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> at </span><a href="http://www.theviewscreen.com/"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">The Viewscreen</span></a><span style="color: #6aa84f;">, reads constantly,
plays video games, watches films and television, sleeps as little as possible,
and spends far too much time on the internet. His first novel, FAIR COIN, won
the 2012 Andre Norton Award for Young Adult Science Fiction and Fantasy.</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Author: Shari J. Ryan<br />Release Date: November 7, 2014<br />Hosted By: <a href="http://www.romanceaddictbookblog.com/"><span style="color: #38761d;">Romance Addict Book Blog</span></a></b></span><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></b>
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What if your family had a big secret . . . a life changing secret. My dad, the bigwig CIA agent, was always on the run, whether he was being chased or doing the chasing. I missed him. Then my mom passed away, and my sister was murdered. I turned my solitude to strength because the alternative was too bleak.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But my luck seemed to turn: I met Tango. And while I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my twenty-two years, danger lurks around every corner and I simply can’t take the chance of it finding me. But his tattoos, his smell, his darkness, and his body— that marine has taken over my every thought. But, what if he too isn’t what I think? A ticking time bomb isn’t going to leave me much time to waver. Even the bravest person can be in need of a miracle.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Before she was gone, my mom warned me to know everyone and trust no one. But what was I supposed to do when I found out I am the one not to be trusted? Turns out, I was always the bait in this conspiracy.</span></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In author Shari J. Ryan’s New Adult novel, TAG, the canyons hold secrets, the waterfalls provide safety, and romance has a pesky way of showing up when you are sweaty and dirty and least expect it.</span></i></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I’ve been seated among the dozens of other passengers for the past two hours, watching the gate times change a number of times before I see the plane actually arrive. Just as I’m powering my phone down, preparing to board, an awful stench burns my nose from a few inches away. A middle-aged man with greasy black hair and a thick lip-covering mustache who smells exactly like the inside of a port-a-potty has found a reason to sit directly beside me in a row of empty seats. When my eyes unfortunately meet his, he takes the opportunity to speak to me. “Heading to Boston?” he asks. I raise my eyebrows and force a tightlipped smile. I simply follow that with a nod and give him a no shit look. “I heard winter’s coming early this year,” he continues.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Cool,” I mumble with a sigh. I pull a magazine out of my bag and open it in front of my face, hoping to block my vision of the man’s blackened-stained grin. But it’s only seconds before I’m taken back when his finger sweeps down the bare skin of my collarbone.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“What does that mean?” he asks, pointing to my tattoo.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">With a smooth motion, I lay my magazine down onto my lap and place my hand over his, giving him the false notion that I’m a gentle person. I take the opportunity to offer him a slight smile before I twist his forefinger backwards as far as it will go before the expectant snap. “I’m sorry,” I say sweetly. “Did I tell you it was okay to touch me?” I pull down a little harder, and he smiles in response to the pain. But as I hold my hand there, I see the smile begin to fade. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“It’s a free country, chicky,” he sputters as his tongue knocks around between his bare gums.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Why would you think it's okay to touch me?” I ask again, keeping my voice calm, yet stern. He licks his lips and looks me up and down, responding with only a look. “Do you go around touching girls half your age because you feel it's okay?”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He clears his throat and looks around to see who’s watching or listening, but I don’t move my eyes from his. “Why not?” he says, shrugging his bony shoulders. “Besides, you’re definitely asking for it.”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He thinks I’m asking for it? I’m wearing a fucking scoop neck, black long sleeve shirt, jeans, and combat boots. “The only reason it's okay, is because no one has ever probably told you no. But it occurs to me that after I snap your finger off your hand, you won’t be able to touch people inappropriately anymore, will you?”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He hoots with laughter, dragging in attention he probably shouldn’t want. “You think you could break my finger, little chicklette?”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I pull his finger a little further, and his smile grows. “Ow, stop. You’re hurting me,” he puckers his lips and winks at me.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Oh, look, it’s your right hand. You a righty?” I turn his hand over and see deep callouses bubbling on his palm. “Yes, you are. So, if I rip this thing off, you wouldn't miss it, right?” I turn his hand back over and glare into his beady eyes. He’s questioning my words. He’s unsure of my capabilities. And that’s fine. “Sound okay to you? Or are you going to leave and stop touching people?” His smile fades and his eyes widen. I release his hand and offer him a smart-ass smile. “Oh, and the tattoo means death. It’s a Maori Warrior symbol. They used to eat their enemies once they slaughtered them. Cool, huh?”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I see his Adam’s apple struggle to move. He lifts his bag from the ground and nearly trips over his own feet, darting away.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I reopen my magazine to the page I was reading and refocus my attention on an article as I hear a soft chuckle coming from the other side of me. I turn to see who was enjoying the free entertainment and I’m faced with a man who looks to be either a wrestler or in the military—black shaven hair, stiff jaw and bulging muscles on every inch of his arms. His eyes are currently focused on a book, and I suppose he could have been laughing at that, rather than me. But as I question it, his large shamrock green eyes lift and look right at me. A slight grin tugs on the corner of his lips, and he winks so quickly I’m questioning whether it was me who might have blinked. Before I can react, he stands up and walks away.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I swallow hard and refocus my attention on the magazine once more. Stupid attractive man causing a moment of feebleness. I didn’t react, though. He winked at me. I think. And I didn’t make a snide comment or scowl. Weakness.</span></b></div>
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Shonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02376166500772119489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468525875134613223.post-84122432856208367992014-11-05T03:41:00.001-08:002014-11-05T03:41:40.509-08:00Cody Steward's SHADE Blog Tour & Giveaway<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: blue;">Shade by Cody Stewart</span><span style="color: #073763;"> </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shade-Cody-Stewart-ebook/dp/B00N0VUJ4I/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1409109954&sr=8-1&keywords=shade+cody+stewart"><span style="color: blue;">Amazon</span></a> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><a href="http://midnightfrostbooks.com/product/shade/"><span style="color: blue;">Midnight Frost Books</span></a> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/470156"><span style="color: blue;">Smashwords</span></a> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/shade-0"><span style="color: blue;">Bookstrand</span></a> </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Clendon Kiernan has always preferred the shadows. A place where he was free from the hate and fear, from the stares and ridicule of others. One night Clen discovers the shocking truth of why. He is a Shade. A thing of darkness. A creature with the ability to shred souls. When a vile whisper tells him to destroy everything around him Clen does the only thing he can.
But he cannot run from himself. The darkness growing inside Clen will soon consume him if he does not learn to control it. In his quest to do so, Clen learns that there is an entire world that exists in the shadows of Ellis, a world that has been hidden from him – secret clans with extraordinary abilities, the ghosts of a hidden past, and a war that’s been brewing for millennia. Clen must uncover the true history of Ellis, see through the generations of lies and deceit, and suffer betrayal and heartbreak if he is to save all those who hate and fear him. But when he learns the truth, will he want to?
The darkness in him could save Ellis. Or it could be</b></span><br />
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Cody was born in Upstate New York. Eventually setting </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">off to seek his fortune, he worked in a paper mill, a whipped cream factory, cleaned apartments, and administratively assisted several organizations before returning to the Adirondacks with a wife and child that he picked up along the way.
He approaches life as though it were a page – frequently rearranging paragraphs to make it more interesting if not wholly true, fudging with the margins to fit more in, and, sometimes, erasing entire sections altogether.
When not altering reality, he is scouring comic book shops, lying on the ground, or floor (whichever he happens to be standing on when he feels the need to go horizontal), trying to convince his wife to make french toast (she makes amazing french toast), and searching for the darkest cup of coffee in existence.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It lives in the cramped spaces between
shadows in the rear right side of my brain, just behind my ear. <span style="font-size: small;">It wanders relentlessly, scratching along the
pink, fleshy walls of my mind with its unkempt fingernails, shouting
obscenities at other thoughts as they travel across lobes and cortexes. It vomits poison and corrupts my mind with
whispers of death. It reminds me how his
blood felt running down the back of my hands.
How my knuckles tore as they raked across his cheekbones. How his tooth cracked loose from his gums and
the muffled gargle as he choked on it.
It laughs and calls me a coward for running away. <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The wind rustles through the pines,
dances into my ears, and carries the vile voice away. It’s quiet here. My thoughts are my own.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The fire pops and a fleet of sparks
takes flight, dancing across the night sky.
Fireflies follow suit taking the initiative to investigate the
imposters. I readjust a log when the
fire dims. It roars to life again and illuminates the decayed insides of the
cabin around me. The wooden frame has
long since rotted. The stone floor and sections of the wall are the only signs
that this was once a structure of some sort.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Muren, my Norwegian Elkhound, refuses to
step through the threshold of these ruins, insisting instead to patrol the
perimeter.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I lie back, using my sweatshirt as a
pillow, and watch for hours as the flames dance like springtime wildflowers
until their petals wilt and fall and all burns to ash. The sun peeks over the treetops and reaches
through the canopy with pale fingers of morning light just as the last ember
dwindles. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Time to go home.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Birds chime in the new day like church
bells, but I still feel heavy with the burdens of yesterday. The walk back is a habit now, following the
trail worn by my feet alone. This is a
thick part of the mountain made thicker with countless stories and a dark
reputation. Few dare walk it. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Dad sits on the front porch sipping his
coffee when I step out of the forest and into the yard. He doesn’t look up from the ground as I come
near or shift or show any signs of surprise or anger. “Get inside and get washed up. You’ve got an appointment with Dr. Hague
before school.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My parents think I’m crazy. Everyone thinks I’m crazy. It’s hard to blame
them, though. I kind of am.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The chemical stink of artificial
lavender burns my sinuses. It’s meant to
foster calm and encourage me to share openly, but I can’t get the taste of it
off my tongue.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“What makes you say that, Clen?” Dr. Hague’s voice has padded walls. “What makes you think people fear you?” <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The quiver in their lip as they ask me
stupid questions. “I don’t know. Just a
feeling, I guess.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Is that why you run away?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I don’t run away. I just need to take breaks sometimes.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Breaks from what?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I stare out the window at the passing
school buses and laughing kids with books tucked under their arms. Packs of them, like roving bands of
scavenging coyotes. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Dr. Hague, the school psychologist,
observes me like an anthropologist studying apes in the jungle. He wants to ask
me about the fight with Jefferson Hewlett, but he doesn’t bother. I’ve been seeing him long enough that he
knows I won’t talk about it so soon.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“How are things at home?” Dr. Hague attempts a change in
direction. He’s trying to throw me off
guard.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Fine.” But I have an impeccable
defense.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“How did your parents react this time?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“The same.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“How does that make you feel? That you can run into the woods, disappear
for days, and your parents welcome you back as if nothing happened?” His stare is forceful and constant. I sink
under the weight of it.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I need to get to class.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I wash my face as soon as the session is
over, trying to scrub away the smell of therapy before school. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I stand still and invisible in the dull,
gray hallways as the horde of apes and coyotes bustles past. They pick fleas
out of each other’s hair and nip at each other’s heels. I stand on the
periphery, hoping they all just pass me by.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One of them veers off course, working
his way through the packs straight toward me. He towers above the rest, the
tallest sophomore in school. He’s broad and blond and has a permanent glint of
mischief in his grayish-blue eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “You’re going, right? I know you have this mysterious loner persona
that you love to project, but this party is going to be epic.” <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Oliver Niels seems to be the only
one who’s never felt the need to run from me or throw things at the back of my
head. He’s been my sole friend since
second grade.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I’m not feeling it tonight, Ollie.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “You’re never feeling it, Clen. I think you were born without whatever part
of your brain actually feels it. Or
maybe, I saw this special on the Discovery Channel once about a guy who got in
this serious accident, banged his head real bad, and all of sudden spoke in a
British accent. You ever experience any
head trauma? Seriously, if I wasn’t your
friend, you’d never come off the mountain.
You’d be a hermit, grow a huge, gross beard and eat squirrel stew. There’d be legends about you. The Hermit of Mount Bannir – died sad and
alone with squirrel on his breath.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Ollie’s voice fades away like a
passing echo when I have to venture into the horde to get to class. Cologne and scented body lotions coat my
nostrils, and my throat closes from the olfactory assault. The chatter grows to an indecipherable roar
of voices that crashes down around me like a relentless wave. Ollie’s voice sounds far away, like he’s
yelling at me from the beach as I’m dragged out to sea.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> A thick mane of black hair slaps me
in the face as it passes. The sweet,
natural smell of it lingers. I meet one
set of eyes among the hundreds swarming like bees around me. As pure and green as the first leaves of
spring. The deafening roar dulls to
gentle whisper. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Temporarily blinded by the rare
shimmer of beauty among the streaked
linoleum and concrete walls, I crash into Silas Conroy, my forehead bloodying
his lower lip.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“The hell, Kiernan?! You looking to get dead?” Silas snarls like a rabid dog, tagging the
wall with red graffiti. His black hair
is shaved on the sides, giving him a short Mohawk. His left ear is mostly missing, just bits of
jagged scar tissue. His eyes are dark
and shallow.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Something hisses in the base of my
skull. It’s a cold tickle, a drop of ice water that flows down the length of my
spine. But it’s still quiet enough that I can ignore it. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Easy, Silas.” Ollie steps forward to shield me as I pick up
my books. “It was an accident.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Protecting him is an accident,
Niels. You should side with your own
people.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“You aren’t any kind of people I would
claim as my own.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I still owe you big for what you did to
Jefferson,” Silas snarls at me. “Your
bodyguard won’t always be around to protect you, Kiernan.” He cackles like a
hyena as he saunters off. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ollie lifts me off the floor like he
always does. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The beautiful green eyes disappear among
the horde.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">***<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Lunch is a wretched ordeal as usual. I slide my tray along the counter, the lunch
ladies looking on like hair-netted prison guards. They heap scorn on my plate,
piled high atop a mountain a gritty mashed potatoes.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Kids stack their books in empty seats as
I pass. I know I’m not welcome at any of their tables. They all know I’d never
dare attempt to be in their company, they do it anyway, every day, just to make
it painfully clear. There’s a small table in the back corner, by the garbage
cans and emergency exit. It smells and the bitter wind howls through the doors
in the winter. That’s where I sit.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I eat fast so I can leave before the
rest. If I’m here when they scrape their plates, I’m likely to end up with
creamed corn all over the front of me. The lunch monitors herd us out the side
doors to the athletic field to mill about for a mandatory twenty five minutes
of fresh air. I shove my hands in my sweatshirt pockets and head straight for
the tree by the road. I sit in its shadow, hidden from the late spring sun and
the spiteful sneers of my peers. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The crowd immediately divides in
two. Half of the field is black hoodies,
gauged ears, and work boots – kids from the Pines. The other half is skinny jeans, nice watches,
and gelled hair – kids from the Village.
They’ve hated each other for as long as I can remember. Not just the kids either. Everyone. I don’t live in either neighborhood, which
only means I’m equally hated by both. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Dr. Hague is on monitoring duty
today. He wanders down the center of the
field, scratching his chin and nodding.
He starts for me, knowing I spend this time under my tree and not among
my peers as he prescribed, but thankfully, thinks better of it. Being seen with the school shrink would do
nothing to improve matters. Instead he makes for a tight circle of kids on the
Pines side of the field emanating the faint smell of cigarette smoke. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As I watch him scold and lecture, a rock
hits my shoe. I don’t need to look up to know who it is.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“What do you want, Silas?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“You’ve got debts, Kiernan. First, you
lose it on Jefferson. The kid damn near
choked on his own tooth. Then you bloody
my lip because you’re too stupid to watch where you’re going. Time to
settle. And Ollie ain’t here to save
you.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Leave me alone.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“No, I don’t think I’m gonna do
that.” Silas grabs me by the collar and
rips me from the pleasant shadow. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The whisper in my head becomes a harsh
cry, demanding that I retaliate. I try to take steady, even breaths, to keep my
heart beating a normal rhythm. Dr. Hague
said that will keep me calm. Then my feet leave the ground, and I’m weightless
for half a second before crashing back to earth. All my calming breath is forced from my
lungs. The harsh cry becomes a vicious growl.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A circle quickly forms around us. Kids from the Pines and the Village alike
gather to watch my humiliation. I’m the great unifier.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pressure builds behind my eyes. Dr. Hague says I just need to
concentrate. I can’t let it control me.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“What?
You aren’t gonna go all ape nuts on me like you did Jefferson?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“You’ve got anger issues, Silas. I know a good shrink who could help you out
with that.” <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Silas cocks his arm back, ready to split
my skull with a wicked punch.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Enough,” a commanding voice
orders. Dr. Hague pushes his way through
the circle. “Everyone inside now! Silas, to the principal’s office. Clen.” He shakes his head, sad and
disappointed. “Get to class.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I’m the only passenger on my bus. The school repurposed a utility van
specifically for me. Kids point and
chuckle when I get on, but their voices die when the door closes. The drive is quiet.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I stare mindlessly out the window as we
drive through town. Ellis is a boring,
little hole in the world carved out of mountain and forest. It’s bordered in the north by the Tear of
Heaven, a massive glacial lake and surrounded on the other three sides by the
Moreau Mountains. Town is divided in
half by the River Skye, which flows from the Tear of Heaven all the way down to
Hudson City – Lakeside Village on the East, everything else on the West.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The engine groans and sputters as we
climb Mount Bannir. Sal, the bulbous
driver who smells of beef jerky, curses his misfortune at drawing the short
straw of school bus routes. He pulls to
a stop at the end of my driveway, a dirt road that seems to have no end. It twists and turns until it is swallowed by
the dark of the dense forest. Sal won’t
drive in there. He dismisses me with a guttural grunt.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I’m thankful for the walk. The forest
swallows the light and, with it, all the anxiety that’s built up in the back of
my mind over the course of the day. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“How was therapy?” Mom asks as she
slides dinner in the oven. Dad suddenly
shifts uncomfortably and hides his head in the fridge.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Fine.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mom stiffens. Her hands become tightly
clenched fists inside her oven mitts.
“That’s all I’m ever going to get from you, isn’t it?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I need to take a shower.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Safe to say you’re grounded,” Mom calls
as I walk away.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Fine.”
I set my bag in my room, gather some clean clothes and make for the
bathroom. I stop at the top of the
stairs when I hear the hushed whispers.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“We can’t keep doing this, Clark.” Mom’s frantic, on the verge of either yelling
or crying. “He was gone for two
days. Sleeping out in the woods
somewhere. We had no way of knowing whether
he was even alive or not.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Muren was with him. He was fine, Sarah.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“He is not fine. He attacked somebody. And we just send him off to that doctor like
it’s going to fix something. This is not
a problem Dr. Hague can fix.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“We don’t have any other choice.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Yes, we do,” Mom snaps. “If you would just talk to him, tell him…”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“No,” Dad declares curtly. “We made a decision. We need to stick to it.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mom’s feet pound angrily on the floor as
she storms off. Dad curses under his
breath.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> My parents are in bed early. The tense night of passive aggressive
scowling and openly aggressive yelling must have tired them out.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I cautiously open my bedroom window
and scale down the pine tree next to the house.
Ollie is waiting for me at the end of my driveway.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Well, look at you,” he says as I climb
in the passenger seat. “You showered and
even brushed your hair. If I didn’t know
any better, I’d say you were looking forward to this.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “You don’t know any better. I couldn’t be looking forward to this any
less.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Don’t be such a sad, old man. You might as well slip on some loafers and a
sweater vest, talking like that. Read a
romance novel. Eat a sleeve of saltines. I know deep down somewhere in that dark pit
of despair you call a soul there is a tiny flickering light. And do you know what that light is?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I immediately regret getting in
Ollie’s car. “No, nor do I care.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Youthful exuberance. Passion.
A desire to grab life by its delicates and howl at the moon.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “I’m not grabbing anything by its
delicates.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “I’m talking about living!” Ollie throws his arms toward the sky in an
exaggerated, theatrical gesture.
“Tonight you’re going to do some living.
You’re going to talk to pretty girls, maybe tip some things over. You’re going to act reckless and swear and
yell and at no point in the night will you use the word <i>nor</i>. You’re going to act like a real sixteen year
old, not the angst-ridden, chiseled jaws you see on the CW. We’re going to the Raveyard.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The Raveyard is a local legend. One of the original settlers of Ellis,
Abigail Moreau, lived alone, in the mountains.
One year, crops failed, livestock disappeared, houses burned down,
people dropped dead for no apparent reason.
The townspeople accused her of witchcraft. They marched up there in true angry mob fashion,
pitchforks and torches in hand, and killed her.
They named the mountain range after her.
It was the least they could do, I suppose. Now she’s said to haunt Ellis, looking to
exact her ghostly revenge. The Raveyard
is a large clearing in the woods where Abigail was said to bury her victims. Now it’s a place to party.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Whatever.” I hunch down in my seat
and pull my hood over my head. Let’s
just get this night over with.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “That’s the spirit.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The Raveyard is only a few minutes
away from my house, in the foothills of Mount Bannir. Ollie turns down an old logging trail that
empties into the large clearing, slowing to a crawl as his car jostles over
roots and rocks and holes in the ground.
I take one long, deep breath, like it’s my last taste of air before
diving deep to the ocean floor, and get out of the car. The infinite weight of the sea presses down
on me. I cling close to Ollie. He’s my only lifeline, my only source of
oxygen while navigating the dark trenches so far below. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The heat of their stares pales that
of the raging bonfire. The salty sea
water is like acid on the burns. I’m so
distracted by the pain that I don’t notice the riptide until I’m already caught
up in it. I reach back for Ollie, but
he’s pulled in a different direction, one with straight black hair, eyes that
smile and skin like the failing light of morning. I’m churned and battered against craggy shore
as the sharks circle round. My lungs
burn and scream. My head fills with plankton
and algae that feed off the soft tissue of my brain. I’m spit out the other side, gasping and
broken.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I collapse against a tree and cling
to it, desperate for a new lifeline. The
smell of the smoke, pine, and birch fill my nose. The crackle of the kindling as it splits and
burns rings like a song in my ears. I
run my hands across the rough bark, tracing each crack with my fingers. Its sap sticks in the hair on my knuckles. I picture the perfect green eyes that passed
too quickly. Eventually, the sound of
voices fades away. The stink of cologne
and anxiety disappears. The world
disappears. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Are you sleeping? We’ve been here, like, ten minutes and you’re
sleeping against a tree. Have you even
tipped anything over yet?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Ollie, can we just…” As I slowly
open my eyes, reluctant to let the world back in, I see that he isn’t
alone. The girl that pulled him to a
different shore smiles kindly, her soft, dark eyes beaming from behind her
raven bangs.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “This is Suzume Akamura,” Ollie
declares with an oafish smile. “Su, this
is Clendon Kiernan.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Hey,” I choke out, recognizing her
from school. She’s a freshman.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Hi.” Her voice is smooth and steady. “How’s it going?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Umm, good?” I reply, cautious and
confused. Ollie glares at me, silently
demanding I be cool.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Su fidgets with her hands. “I’ll be right back. I need to let my friends know where I
am.” She disappears around the other
side of the fire, her steps gaining more confidence the further away from me
she gets.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Ollie pinches the bridge of his nose
and shakes his head in exasperation.
“Could you be any more awkward?
It only takes you two words to send someone scurrying away. You’ve talked to other people beside me
before, right?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “She’s from the Village. I thought you kids from the Pines weren’t
allowed to talk to them.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “I can talk to whoever I want.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Hey, it’s your feud. I just don’t want to go out like Mercutio.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Who?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Romeo’s best friend. Got killed because of the Capulet-Montague
feud? We read it last year in
English.” <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Ollie shrugs. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “How do you pass classes?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Charm.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> A familiarly raven-haired boy
marches toward us from the edge of the Raveyard. He’s thin and wiry. He’s a junior, I think. His dark eyes are like empty holes in his
head.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Where is she?” he demands. “Where is Su?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I lean in close to Ollie’s ear so
only he can hear me. “See? This is what I’m talking about. I’m not dueling anyone.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Hey, Yori. Su is around somewhere.” Ollie scans the
crowd with his hand to his brow, like a sailor taking stock of the sea.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Stay away from my sister,
Niels.” Yori doesn’t seem to mind that
he barely comes up to Ollie’s shoulder.
He puffs out his chest and huffs authoritatively.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Ollie leans back casually with his
hands tucked in his pockets, impressively letting Yori’s obnoxious commands
roll off him. Others aren’t so passive.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Problem?” Brian Till, a boy from
the Pines, steps forward. Till rivals
Ollie in size, but has none of his restraint.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “None of your business,” Yori spits.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “I think it is,” Till growls and
crosses his arms, threateningly flexing every muscle he can.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Others gather around, anticipating
bloodied knuckles and broken faces. The
crowd erupts, hurling curses and insults like monkeys with their own
feces. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The capillaries in my eyes pulse
with steadily building intensity. The
pressure pushes outward on the fissures in my skull. The rumbling voices bleed together and fade
away. The hateful whisper in my head is
the only sound in the world.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I hum a song to drown it out, but it
devours the music like a rabid dog. I
try to push it out my ears, scrape it off my tongue, swallow and digest
it. But it won’t quiet. I step back from the crowd and dissolve in
the darkness at the edge of the forest.
It wraps around me like a snug blanket.
I run and let my feet take me where they want to go.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The whisper soon quiets, and I hear
the crickets and cicadas and the crunch of the ground beneath me. The soft plodding of my feet on dirt and
leaves turns to the course grinding of crushed stone. I’ve stepped into another clearing. My stomach tightens and twists in knots, and
the hairs stand up on the back of my neck as a cold shiver runs down my spine. A haunting and familiar feeling creeps over me,
like a wave of spiders. The core of me
goes cold. Every breeze is a whisper
telling me to leave. Every little noise
is the ground telling me it doesn’t want me here.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The moon creeps out from behind some
clouds, illuminating the jagged tree line at the far end of the clearing to
show that it’s not trees at all. It is
the charred husk of an old house. The
roof has collapsed. Only small sections
of the walls are still standing.
Everything inside is cinder and ash.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Clen? Where’d you go?” Ollie calls
from behind me. “Sorry about this,” he
says quietly to someone else. “I think
he’s got a touch of Social Anxiety Disorder or something.” <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Sorry about my brother,” Su
replies. “He’s a jerk.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> They stumble out of the forest. Yori follows close after, still making
demands. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> There’s something strange about this
place – something both comforting and terrifying at once. My brain is adrift in a pool of déjà vu. It feels like I exist in two worlds at the
same time, and, with each blink of my eyes, I am transported from one to the
other. I am standing in an eerie
clearing in the middle of the woods, terrified out of my mind. <i>Blink.</i> I’m playing at a home I know well,
comfortable and safe. <i>Blink.</i>
I exchange unpleasant, untrusting looks with people I’ve just met. <i>Blink.</i> I’m surrounded by friends as close as
family. <i>Blink.</i> Darkness. Everything is covered in darkness and
fear. <i>Blink</i>. The fear swims in
their eyes, now just black, empty orbs. <i>Blink</i>.
Emptiness. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I flash from one world to the other
so fast that I lose track of which one is real, which one is mine. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Like there’s a rope tied around my
insides, I’m pulled toward the house.
The icy feeling in the center of my chest spreads throughout the rest of
my body, chilling my blood and bones to the marrow. I stumble a few yards from the wreckage,
tripping over an unseen object. A
Nintendo DS. I pick it up and a current
of electricity shoots up my arm. My
muscles spasm, and a vivid scene of anguish flashes through my mind like a bolt
of lightning. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The world around me changes. The house is whole again. A young boy stands in front of it. Veins pulse violently in his neck as he
screams from the very pit of his soul.
Tears stream down his cheeks, but evaporate before they reach his
chin. Then the world erupts in fire, and
ash blots out the sun. The boy disappears,
swallowed in flame. As the world I know
returns, I find myself screaming for the boy, reaching out for him. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ollie rushes to my side, again offering
a hand to lift me off the ground. “He’s
freaking out. We need to get out of
here.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The fires burn hotter behind my eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “No,” Yori says. “<i>We</i> need to get out of here. You two need to stay away from us. He’s clearly insane, and I don’t trust you.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Hot flames dance on my skin and
smoke fills my lungs. The smell of
blistering flesh sets acid churning in my stomach.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I feel death in the air. Cold.
Absolute. It’s inside me,
scratching at the lining of my stomach, clawing its way out. The beating inside my skull grows faster and
stronger, like a dozen horses racing around a track, feet and hearts pounding.
They round the last turn. Their muscles
explode like gunfire. <i>Pound, pou<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a>nd, pound</i>. The animal sounds mix in a chaotic symphony
of noise and agony that crescendo as they reach the finish line. <i>Pound,
pound, pound</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> It whispers in my head. A vile hiss from a wretched little snake.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> <i>Kill them.</i><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">TITLE – The Wolf
SERIES – The Keeper Saga </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">AUTHOR – K.R. Thompson </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">GENRE – Historical Paranormal Romance </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">PUBLICATION DATE – 07-24-14 </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 53 pages </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">COVER ARTIST – Keri Knutson, Alchemy Book Covers</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Their secret has been safe for hundreds of years, a legacy and legend that has been carefully kept by six guardians. They are known as the Keepers. But before the legend of the Keepers—came the Wolf.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Once upon a time, there lived a man whose fate would rest with two sisters. One will hold his heart. With her, he discovers a love that will last forever, though it will come with a price.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">From the other sister, he will learn fortitude as he discovers that she holds the power to destroy all he holds dear. For as easily as one sister captures his heart, the other has found the way to trap his soul.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One mountain stood off in the distance. Its peak was the highest. It grazed the heavens. It was the closest point that he could get to his love, now in the inky, deep black sky. It seemed it would be the perfect place to make his presence—and his demands—known.
The trip up the mountain took a great deal of the night, his strength had waned, but anger and determination pushed him up to the giant boulder, far above, jutting out into the night air.
The moon was beyond his reach—so close, yet, so far away. Swift Foot stood on the edge of the rock. A cool breeze greeted him, brushing softly against his cheek. He felt Shining Star had sent the breeze to touch him.
“I am here,” he told her softly, looking up into the sky. Then, he took a deep breath, and announced loudly to the Great Spirit, “I have come to speak to you.”
The breeze was replaced with a sudden burst of warm air, an acknowledgement of sorts.
He took a step forward, feeling the balls of his feet touch the edge of the rock. He was close now.
“You will put me there with her or I will die!” The raw emotion caused his voice to crack, but he knew the Great Spirit heard his demand.
A lightning bolt cracked from a cloudless sky in front of him, striking the ground below. No whispering voices came to his mind or thundering ones either. It seemed the Great Spirit wasn’t in the mood for negotiations. It wasn’t the response Swift Foot had wished to hear or see. Still, he stood on the rock, while his love watched him from her place in the heavens.
That was just as well, Swift Foot decided. He would be with her soon, with or without any help. He would never spend a day without her.
Another lightning strike lit up the sky as he lifted his arms out, and fell…</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">K.R. Thompson was raised in the Appalachian Mountains. She resides in southwestern Virginia with her husband, son, three cats and an undeterminable amount of chickens.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">An avid reader and firm believer in the magic of nature, she spends her nights either reading an adventure or writing one.</span></b></div>
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of the Innocents</span> </span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Genre:</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="color: cyan;">YA/Paranormal</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Series:</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="color: cyan;">Keeper Witches # 2</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Length:</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="color: cyan;">276 pages</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Publisher:</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">
<span style="color: cyan;">Limitless Publishing LLC </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Date
Published:</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> <span style="color: cyan;">July 6, 2014</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: cyan;">Book
Blurb</span>: </span></span></b><b style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Demi Redding has used her powers to vanquish demons
for years, but when one shows up next door she will be forced to set both her
experience and instincts aside to battle a war that has nothing to do with
magic, and everything to do with matters of the heart.</span></b></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As a Keeper of the Innocents, Demi’s load as a
guardian reduces with only one charge to take on at a time. However, when her
new foe proves to be a force she can neither see nor find, she has no choice
but to doubt the so-called good intentions of the stranger one door down.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Rhyzel Connor is not your average neighbor by any
means. The red specks of color in his green eyes alone sets him apart and his
demonic heritage makes him an easy target. Because of who he is he can’t afford
a mistake that will result in his demise, but the fact that he knows way too
much about Demi quickly raises the suspicion veil over him.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There is a mission he must complete, and secrets he
must fight hard to keep, but the biggest hardship he must face will be
forfeiting his life in order to save Demi’s.</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Everything happened so fast I couldn’t even react.
Stunned, I just stood there for a moment trying to size up my attacker. Before
I even glanced up to look at his face I could tell something was off with him,
but because of my nervousness, it was hard to tell for sure. He’d come out of
nowhere, and if he intended to kill me, I was easy prey. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” a deeply
masculine voice growled at me. Fortunately, that same voice helped break me out
of my stupor. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was prepared to see some form of evil glaring down
at me, but what I found when I glanced up was definitely not what I was
expecting. The handsome stranger staring at me was hot. Not just your average
Joe kind of hot. No. This was like the kind of hot that makes a girl want to
sin in ways she’d never done before. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">His pale skin, tousled, bronze colored hair, and
full lips were striking to look at, but his eyes left me completely speechless.
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Perfectly round green eyes stared back at me and
though they were gorgeous all on their own, it was the few specks of red in his
irises that I found beautiful and so unusual. I was left with my mouth hanging
open. I’d never seen eyes that color before and no matter how many times my
brain yelled at me to look away, I just couldn’t. I was drawn to him. To his
unique eyes. To the mystery that shrouded him. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Are you deaf?” the tone of his voice rose a little
more. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“No…no. I-I…was just—” My speech was impaired by his
handsomeness and I felt stupid. It wasn’t like he was the first cute guy I’d
ever seen. As a matter of fact, I’d broken up with my boyfriend two months ago
and he’d been the cutest guy I’d ever seen. Now that this stranger was standing
in front of me, I wasn’t so sure anymore.
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young adult, new adult, horror, and contemporary romance. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She has always had a passion for books and after
years of being an avid reader, she decided to transform her desire to write
into a reality and thus, her first novel was born. In her journey to create
memorable reads, she has delved into several genres, creating fictional
characters meant to entice readers and captivate the mind. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She is currently working on finishing off the Keeper
Witches series among other projects, which include sequels to her published
work. When she’s not busy taking care of her five children or holding down the
fort, she finds time to sit and do what she loves the most: writing.</span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">KEEPER OF THE LOST SOULS</span></b></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Keeper Witches #1</span></b></span><br />
<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span style="line-height: 115%;">Blurb: </span></b></span><b style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">Bryn McCaskey is young, naïve, and can talk to
ghosts...</b><br />
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Like her mother and grandmother, Bryn comes from a
breed of witches called The Keepers of the Lost Souls. Their main purpose is to
guard those spirits who are permanently or temporarily grounded in the world of
the living. Handling supernatural creatures is something which comes naturally
to Bryn, however, dealing with people is a whole different story.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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take on her first assignment. Bryn is forced to confront her inability to
communicate with others in an effort to save the one soul that can mean the
difference between life and death for mankind.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Johnny Shaw is a lost soul with a personal vendetta
against witches... <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span style="color: #45818e;">A vendetta he has carried on even after death. As
much as he hate's them he must join forces with a keeper witch, in order to
stop a century old threat. When fate brings them together, not only will they
be forced to learn how to work as a team, but they will have to depend on each
other to stop an evil witch carrying a six hundred year grudge!</span></b></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Before entering the property, I’d made sure I was
protected and no amount of demon magic could’ve bypassed that spell. Unless of
course, the demon happened to be hundreds of years old. This wasn’t the case,
however— of that I was sure. A demon looking to destroy a witch wouldn’t wait
so long to finish her off, especially when she was already down. With that in
mind, I lifted my bruised body off the ground and stared ahead of me. <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>“Well, isn’t that something.” Yes, I was pissed. And
yes, I wanted whoever or whatever attacked me to know it, too. “You must think
yourself really tough because of that surprise attack. But I’ll tell you one
thing, you’re not really original.” <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>When I received no response, I hurried to add, “Come
out and fight me like a man.” I was unsure of what I was dealing with, but
aware of the fact that somewhere ahead of me there were a pair of eyes on me. I
could feel them practically peeling my skin off. “You want to battle? Then show
yourself and let’s get to it! I’m not afraid of you.” <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>“Go away, witch!” <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><i><span style="line-height: 115%;">He
knows I’m a witch?</span></i><span style="line-height: 115%;"> How? None of my previous charges could
tell and even after I told them who I was and why I was there, they still had a
hard time believing me. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>“You waste your time by coming here.” That voice was
as angry as any I’d ever heard. <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>“I’m not so sure about that.” <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;">“Gifted”
Trilogy, #1</span><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Feisty,
smart mouth Regan thought that breaking up with her boyfriend Sam was going to
be the start of her independence. Instead, she is manipulated and dragged
into a world where sharp, sarcastic wit isn't going to save her. Turning
to her Gram for help, the only remaining relative she has, Regan is upset to
find out that her grandmother has been keeping family secrets of her own all
these years.</b></span><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>With a
vengeful goddess using people to try and bring Regan to the Underworld, Gram
brings in three Guardians to protect her. Given the short version of what
is expected of her, loaded with a lot of expectations for her future, Regan
knows first-hand that life is too short. She isn't letting anyone make
life-altering decisions for her despite finding out that the vengeful goddess
has placed a price on her head.</b></span><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </b></span></div>
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will make you laugh, feel connected to the characters, and leave you wanting
more.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Regan could tell he was being sincere, but she didn’t care. “You said most of the time, what about the other times? What did you do?” Regan’s questions were being fired out like a machine gun burst.<br /> Jake was definitely having a hard time finding the right words. He went with the honest approach. “Well, on occasion you would just walk out of the bathroom and I would happen to look up and you would be naked. So yes, I have seen you naked. Over the year quite a few times, you really have nothing to be embarrassed about. You are beautiful.”<br /> With a poker face that would have won her millions at the tables, Regan responded, “Take your clothes off.”<br /> “What? Why do you want me to do that?”<br /> “Seriously, it’s only fair. Take your clothes off, every last stitch.”<br /> Jake couldn’t believe what she was asking. “Regan, I am not taking my clothes off.”<br /> Regan screamed into Jake's face, “GET NAKED NOW!”<br /> Suddenly Gram was at her side. “Honey, why are you screaming? What are you getting so upset about?”<br /> Regan never took her eyes off Jake. “He needs to get naked. It’s only fair.”<br /> “Honey, why would Jake need to be naked to talk to you?” Even Gram had a bit of a laugh mixed in her tone.<br /> “Over the last year there have been moments where he has seen me naked. The only way I am going to be comfortable with that fact is if he gets butt naked right now, an eye for an eye, so to speak.”<br /> Piper jumped in to help. “She’s right, Jake. I mean, if someone saw me naked like that without me knowing and then I had to work with him or her, you bet their hairy ass I would make them strip. Come on, Maggie, we don’t want to see that, so we should go back into the kitchen until he is done.”<br /> "You have a hairy ass?" Regan asked Jake.<br /> "No, of course not, Piper is messing around.<br /> "See, the smart money was on yes because then I might have said to forget this whole thing, but since you said no…get in the birthday suit. You’re wasting precious time."</span> <br /><br /> </b></span><br />
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her that she will take her position as Queen, Regan’s first priority is not to
rule, but to find her parents. With Jake
at her side, she is determined to learn how to use her new powers and hide from
her destiny, as well as the Council, a little while longer.</b></span></span><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"> </b></span></div>
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watching and reporting every move Regan makes.
She is disheartened to find out the Council is already eagerly awaiting
her arrival in Ireland and have apparently started to plan her future…one that
does not include Jake.</b></span></span><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"> </b></span></div>
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is willing to sacrifice to protect her people from a vengeful goddess, while
also weeding out the traitor among them.
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<b><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“When I was in the Otherworld, Agrona promised two things. One, if she gets those long fingers on me she will use me to come back. She swore that if she came back it meant that she would destroy all those I love and care for, and leave no McQuigan linage to remember. Secondly, if I chose not to help, she was going to kill my parents. So you see, no matter what decision I make she will destroy the people I love.<br />“What would apparently surprise you is that I told her I’m not so selfish that I would put my parents before not only my people, but all of humanity. So, don’t YOU all jump the gun and think you know me as well as you think you do. My life has changed. I have changed. I have new feelings and beliefs flowing through me every second that none of you will ever understand.”<br />She turned her head slightly and spoke over her shoulder. “For your sake, as well as mine, I will be patient right now. I will sleep on it tonight and hopefully by tomorrow I will have a better grasp on everything that we have discussed, and I’m hoping with your help, I will have a plan.<br />“Let me lastly remind you, and I’m not trying to be a bitch, but if that’s how you see it, so be it, but the decision I make will be my own. You will choose to stand beside me or you will choose to walk away. Either choice, I will accept without judgment.” She turned back to all of them. “We all have a lot to think about so let’s get some sleep tonight and talk again in the morning.” Regan then walked out of the room and headed for her bedroom without giving any of them a chance to refute what she had said.<br />That’s right people; I just walked out like a boss!</span></b><br />
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heightened her powers, but it has also given Agrona and her minions<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a> more cause to make sure she never makes it to her
coronation. With every attack and the
harsh welcome she receives from the council, Regan is more determined than ever
to prove why the deities have chosen her to be the Queen.</span></b></span><b style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> </span></b></span></div>
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that she may have to make the ultimate sacrifice, it isn't until Regan finds
herself in the Otherworld being handed over to Agrona that the reality hits
her. Will Jake and her family survive
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even have to touch the ground to feel the connection. Everything around her, since she arrived in
Ireland, seemed to call to her. She
raised her hands ever so slightly, and concentrated on the level ground that
was between her and the stage. Tapping
into nature, she prayed. “<i>I call upon my abilities and I ask for your
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doing, but when the earth before her started to violently tremble all she could
think was, “Thank you Danu and Oaky.”</b></span></div>
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the council knew her intentions, she spoke loud and clear. <i>“</i>Keep
those that doubt me and are not pure of heart from reaching me<i>.</i>”<i><o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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her palms together and directed them at the center of the open area. While visualizing what she wanted, she pulled
her hands apart and watched as the ground in front of her slowly started to
tear apart. A large crack appeared in
the center of the open area and the ground began to separate. By the time her arms were spread wide, the
fifty feet that had separated her and the stage, was nothing more than a gaping
hole that didn’t appear to have a bottom.</b></span></div>
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satisfied yet, continued creating this bottomless pit around the entire stage,
until it stood like a lone island in a vast sea, with all of its occupants now
huddled together, except for her one lone wolf.
Rewarding him for standing apart from the others, she’d offer him an
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walls, began to come alive. The once
nestled roots pulled away from their home in the dirt, entwining together as
they reached out across the chasm. They
continuously stretched until they met their counterpart, coming from the other
side. When connected, what appeared in
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“Conall, I offer you this opportunity to join me, since you are probably
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become brighter, but her trust in a man she had never met grew. It was unquestionable that he belonged to the
light. When Conall came to the end and
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Shonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02376166500772119489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468525875134613223.post-69259226225499728192014-10-22T03:44:00.001-07:002014-10-22T03:44:28.628-07:00 Trisha Wolfe's LOSING TRACK Book Blitz and Giveaway @trishwolfe #losingtrack<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;">Losing Track</span> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/series/109494-living-heartwood"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">(Living
Heartwood #2)</span></a><span style="color: magenta;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span style="color: magenta;">by </span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4928927.Trisha_Wolfe"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Trisha Wolfe</span></a> </span><span style="color: magenta;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Release Date: 10/15/14<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Sometimes you have to
lose your way before finding the right track.</b></span></i><br />
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<i><i>The roar of a bike engine. The vibration between her thighs. The feel of cool
darkness kissing her skin as she coasts along twisty back roads at night—Melody
Lachlan lives for these things. Ever since Mel and her best friend Darla
escaped their small, backwoods town, they’ve traveled the countryside in search
of fast rides, tatted bikers, and good times.</i></i></b></span><br />
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<i>A self-proclaimed poet and lover of all things free, Mel views her life as one
long bike ride—with pit stops along the way to numb the pain. But she never saw
herself as a junkie. Party as hard as you ride. That’s her motto…until a tragic
night steals her soul. Then she’s forced to delve below the surface, to where
her demons rage.</i></b></span><br />
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<i>When she meets recovered drug addict Boone Randall, she’s more likely to deck
him than kiss his dimple-adorable face. She doesn’t want his help; doesn’t want
to own up to her part in that night. She just wants to do her time and keep her
promise to her friend. Yet Boone challenges Mel, and soon she doesn’t mind
sharing the road. Only when Boone’s own secret demons threaten their newfound,
fragile security, Mel’s course becomes rocky, and she must decide if letting
her well-worn track marks fade is worth finding a new path. </i></b></span><br />
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<i>Told from Dual point of view from Melody and Boone, this is a New Adult
Contemporary Romance intended for readers seventeen years of age and older.</i></b></span></div>
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“Jesse’s like that. Don’t worry about it.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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really.” He ducks his head to find my eyes. “But I am concerned that he seems
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“I’m no one’s fucking property,” I bite out. “And you don’t know him. You don’t
know the MC. It’s just their way…to like, look out for me and shit.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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hands up in defense. “Take it down a notch, Riz. Not looking for a brawl here.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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thought that was your MO, fight club.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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full-on smile, and my anger takes a dive. “Fair enough. Truce?” He extends his
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sigh, I take his hand and shake. But he doesn’t release it. Instead, he subtly
twists his hand so that our fingers align, palm-to-palm, then laces his fingers
through mine. My traitor heart kicks my rib cage. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“How ill am I
going to be watching you out there?” he says. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“What do you
mean?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I mean, you
won’t be on a bike you’re used to, right? I’m assuming whoever’s bike you’re
going to race is one of the guy’s from down there.” He nods toward the pit.
“Not built for a woman.” He eyes me. “A petite one, at that.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I resent the
fact that you think I’d have to ride a chick bike.” <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He looks me over
slowly, from head, to body, to toes, sending a flood of new heat everywhere.
“What did you ride before?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I attempt to
hide my smile, doing a terrible job. “A Breakout, okay?” His smile widens, and
I’m tempted to punch him in the shoulder. “I know…I know. But you have to admit
that like, even though technically designed for chicks, it’s still bad ass.” I
shrug. “I need a lower model, being vertically challenged and all.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I get that. And
it is a badass ride. I’m sure it was modded all to hell, too.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Damn right,” I
add.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“So what are you
riding tonight?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I nod toward the
track, to where Jesse is getting ready to take off down the strip.
“Forty-Eight.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Boone’s gaze
follows mine to Jesse and his new hog. I take a quick peek at his face, see his
brows pull together, before he says, “No. No way.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Huh?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“No offense. I’m
sure you’re an excellent rider…but I can’t in good conscience let you drive
that beast.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“It is a beast,”
I say, having to agree with him. But then my feminine hackles raise. This is
the second time in two days that a guy is telling me what’s good for me. First,
Jesse and his jealous ol’ man act, when he reiterated again and again how he
didn’t like me hanging out with some backyard brawler. And now, Boone’s laying
it on pretty thick. Though in all fairness, I am taking more than a gamble with
Jesse’s hog.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Ride mine,”
Boone says.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Surprised, I
look him straight in the eyes. “Are you serious?”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A moment of
hesitancy pales his face, but to his credit, he checks it quickly. I know how
much work he’s put into his Bonnie. And I’m sure he doesn’t trust me enough not
to trash it on the track—he’s never even seen me ride.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I’m sure,” he
says. “It’s sits low, and it’s also a bobber, very lightweight. It rides pretty
close to a Breakout, and you’ll handle it a hell of a lot better than that tank
down there.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This is actually
true. His bobber is customized for speed, and it does sit low, lower than a
Breakout, actually. But one thing: “It’s not American,” I say. “I cannot ride
non-American.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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smile. “How did I know you’d say that?” He gives my hand a pump, reminding me
we’re still holding hands, and it scares me a little how right it feels, how
normal. “I’m serious, Mel. You need to ride my bike if you’re going to do this.
Don’t let your stubbornness get you hurt.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A few weeks ago,
him saying something like that would’ve ended with me telling him where to
stick it. That it’s none of his business—which really, it’s not. But as I look
down at our linked fingers, then up into his face, the light bruise covering
one cheek, the cut above his eye, I know he also understands pain.
Stubbornness. Determination. Want, and everything else I battle. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And truthfully,
today is not the day I want to end up careening out of control. Whether on the
track or off.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Do you know how
special you are, that I’m even offering you the chance to ride my baby?” His
hand sends another pulse to mine, and it’s like a lifeline—his energy, his
assurance, flowing from him to me.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I don’t think I
would’ve offered him the same in return. I know what a huge thing it is to let
someone else ride a machine you’ve put so much of yourself into. Really, I
could get all misty on him in this moment.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Instead, I palm
his large hand between both of my small ones. “I’m going to hear so much shit
for racing a Triumph.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/series/109494-living-heartwood"><span style="color: black;">(Living Heartwood )</span></a><span style="color: #999999;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span style="color: #999999;">by </span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4928927.Trisha_Wolfe"><span style="color: black;">Trisha Wolfe</span></a><span style="color: #999999;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span><br />
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<i><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Pressing the boundaries of both the psyche and the heart, Sam and Holden embark on a dangerous journey that will test the limits of love.<br /><br />Sam Wintry’s life used to be almost perfect. She was engaged to her childhood best friend and high school sweetheart, Tyler Marks, planning an amazing cross-country honeymoon during her college break. But after a hit-and-run leaves her in ruin, she begins seeing Tyler’s fractured, ghostly presence, and her family believes she’s losing her mind. Not until she completes their journey, stopping along the way to scatter Tyler's remains, will Tyler be able cross over. Only...is Sam ready for him to leave her?<br /><br />When the black sheep of the Marks' family, Holden Marks, returns to check on Tyler's case, Sam convinces him to give her his brother's ashes. Despite their shaky history, she needs him...plus, he owes it to Sam and his brother. What she doesn’t count on is Holden’s relentlessness to go on the trip.<br /><br />On the road, Holden realizes just how unhinged Sam has become. Dealing with her psychosis forces him to confront his dark past, making it harder to keep secrets hidden that should remain buried. Especially from Sam, the only woman he’s ever loved. And as Sam starts to unravel the truth, she begins to question if the brother she's unwillingly falling for again is in an even darker place than her.<br /><br />New Adult Contemporary coming this year.</b></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">I’m the author of the YA Steampunk DESTINY'S FIRE </span><span style="color: #38761d;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_234213625">(O</a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_234213625">mnific Publishing)</a></span><span style="color: #6aa84f;">, ASTARTE'S WRATH NA Historical/Supernatural, and the upcoming YA Utopian FIREBLOOD from </span><a href="http://www.site.spencerhillpress.com/Fireblood.html" style="color: #6aa84f;" target="_blank">Spencer Hill Press</a><span style="color: #6aa84f;">, October 2013. My NA Dark Fantasy OF SILVER AND BEASTS available May 2013.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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