Teen/80,000 words – Paranormal/Suspense/Romance
Leah’s always seen the shadow creatures. She thought she was immune to their evil—until now. She’swalked into a massacre, stolen a BMW, and is running from the law for a crime she didn’t commit. Nineteen-year-old Leah’s life just went from mildly abnormal to totally crazy at lightning speed. But no one will believe that the shadow creatures are framing her for the murder, because she’s the only one that can see them. At least that’s what she thought.
stumbles across a group who share her ability, she discovers they have
something she doesn’t: a way to fight back. When the group offers to teach her
how to kill the shadow creatures, Leah jumps at the chance. But something is
brewing with the creatures. They’re tracking down the hunters like there’s no
tomorrow. Leah suspects that maybe there won’t be, and it’s up to her to make
sure tomorrow comes. Because she’ll do anything to stop the shadows, including
risking her life—and the life of the one she loves—to keep the world from being
lost to darkness forever.
A creeping tingle of coldness wound around my ankles.
Something lived in there––the same things that took away my family and had
stalked me for most of my life.
I didn’t have a name for them. In my head, I called them the
Shadows: inky, black creatures that avoided the light, like I avoided the dark.
They did things. Things that made monsters like Hitler look warm and fuzzy—or
at least, less homicidal.
How they did it confounded me, but they had the ability to
influence the darkness in people, to make them do terrible things. The Shadows
got something from it, as if they fed from humanity’s malevolence. I’d tried to
learn more about them since I realized no one else could see them, but they
didn’t exist in any book, Web page, or library.
The only thing I could conclude was that they were
otherworldly evil, pure and simple.
It didn’t help that lately the Shadows had been more focused
on me. I’d seen more in the last few months than I had in my whole life, and
they had been acting stranger than normal. They were up to something.
Plotting how to kill me, and everyone I love. I’d
been so stupid not to figure that out.
As if hearing my thoughts, the Shadow sensed my presence. It
crept forward to the mouth of the alleyway, a darker blotch of oily blackness
that moved of its own volition. A fine tendril rose from its black mass,
reminding me of a periscope on a submarine, searching.
“Crap.” I glanced around for the best way to escape. No way
I could outrun the thing.
The Shadow moved into the open. Skirting the light, coming
ever closer. Picking up speed. I had to get away. Now.
My heart began beating double-time and my feet froze to the
A part of me wanted to step on it, like a giant slug, but it
wouldn’t do anything. They couldn’t be killed that way.
I would give anything to know if I could get rid of them, to
wipe them from the face of the earth. But they didn’t die. Didn’t disappear.
Didn’t leave me alone.
There was nowhere to hide. They’d kill me. Just like they
did my family.
Glancing at the car in front of me, my panicked laugh caught
me by surprise.
Another entry for my rap sheet.
Careful to keep in the light, I hurried around to the
driver’s side. Scooping up the keys, I threw myself behind the wheel. My
fingers trembled as I shoved the key into the ignition.
The Shadow lurked near my door. I spared it one glance
before the engine caught with a merciful roar and I slammed my foot on the gas.
The tires squealed and a trail of smoke hid the Shadow. The
snaking chill, as I always felt from them, gave way and I knew I had left it
There would be more, though. There were always more.
I’ve never been a big fan of talking about
myself, but if you really want to know, here are some random tidbits about me:
~I’m a California girl. This generally means I talk
too fast and use “like” a lot.
~I have my doctorate in molecular anthropology.
Translation: I sequence dead people’s DNA and spend a whole lot of time in a
lab, which I love.
~I’ve been writing since I was 11 years old.
It’s my hobby, my passion, and I’m so happy to get to share my work!
~My other passion is teaching. There’s nothing
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~If I could have a super-power, it would totally
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Author: Laurisa White Reyes
Genre: Young Adult Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Hallowed Ink Press
It takes only half a second…
…Like those commercials where a crash test dummy rockets forward at high speed and slams into a wall.
…In that instant, every thought in Emma Lynn Walsh’s head collides with mine—every thought, memory, hope, disappointment and dream.
…I open my eyes to see Dr. Walsh peering at me, a puzzled expression on her face.
“Let—go—of—me,” I order though clenched teeth.
Mira wants to die. She’s attempted suicide twice already, and failed. Every time she comes in contact with another person, skin to skin, that person’s psyche uploads into hers. While her psychologist considers this a gift, for Mira, it’s a curse from which she cannot escape.
To make matters worse, Mira’s father is being investigated in the deaths of several volunteer test subjects of a miracle drug. Shortly after Mira’s mother starts asking questions, she ends up in a coma. Although her father claims it was an accident, thanks to her “condition” Mira knows the truth…but proving it just might get her killed!
After earning her B.A. in English in 1995, Laurisa White Reyes spent many years writing for newspapers and magazines before gathering enough courage to live her dream of writing novels. Contact is her third published book. She is currently pursuing her Master’s degree in creative writing, is a book editor for Hamilton Springs/Xchyler Press, and is the Editor-in-chief of Middle Shelf Magazine. She lives in Southern California with her husband and five children.
Contemporary/Paranormal Teen Romance
Released October 24, 2014
Internet followers, beauty, power. It all sounded good. Until
it transformed into a terrifying reality Dorianna couldn’t stop.
When her father is jailed, her mother ships Dorianna to her
aunt’s house. Dorianna yearns to build a new identity, but the popular Lacey
bullies her—mostly for getting attention from her ex, Ander.
Ander takes Dorianna to Coney Island where Wilson, a
videographer, creates a stunning compilation of her. She dreams of being an
online sensation, tired of being plain and lonely, and vows she’d give anything
to go viral. Wilson claims he’s the Prince of Darkness and offers her the
beauty and fame she’s dreamed of—warning her that a pledge has its downsides. Dorianna
has no idea of how dire those consequences might be.
On the way to my new school, I catch a glimpse of my face
in a shop mirror. Even though I hate mirrors, I force myself to look. No one
needs to remind me I’m plain.
Leaning forward, I examine my pale skin with its tracery
of blue underneath. It looks like granny spider veins. And I never smile all
the way. That would expose my wonky teeth—one front tooth slightly over the
My hair’s limp, but it’s auburn with peachy highlights.
I’ve got that going for me, at least. Lifting up a lock, I admire its warm glow
in the September sun. And there’s still a hint of eagerness in my eyes––they
haven’t knocked that out of me. It’s hope, whispering, “Maybe this place will
be different. Maybe they won’t walk past me as if I’m floating dust.”
I’ve been here in Brooklyn for four days, shuffled away
from family chaos to my Aunt Carol’s house. She’s nice so far, but I don’t
really know her. It’s too bad we could never afford to fly east for family
reunions. I do know she’s a fundraiser for a public radio station, and owns one
floor in a brownstone. And that she eats vegetarian, and neatly folds the
nubbly throws on her earth-tone Pottery Barn couch.
And she’s the sister of my screw-up father.
I’m not sorry I left Wabash. School there was a train
wreck. It got so lonely, watching the reigning couples kissing their way down
the halls. I wanted someone’s arms around me, too, or at least another good
friend after Jen. But it wasn’t meant to be, after gossip spread that my father
was sent to jail for committing moral turpitude. My mom took to her bed, and I
took over. We were struck with loss and horror and shock all at once. Mom
needed me last spring. I tried to help in any way I could, until she insisted
that I needed a total break from the family. Or was it Mom who needed the
I’m going to suck it up. I am. If she needs
the break, she can have it. Maybe I need one, too. I’m determined to pump
myself up to face a different army of kids.
Ambling down Montague Street, past the cute boutiques, I
soak in the balmy September sun and survey my new stomping grounds. These
Brooklyn streets are as delicious as strawberry shortcake. The narrow shops are
a wonder of necklaces, handmade with glass bits and bottle tops, and leafy
bracelets fashioned from green computer chips.
The caffeine-laced scents wafting from the cyber café draw
me in. As I walk by, I sneak looks at the lean, fox-quick boys with scruffy
hair, low-slung belts, and tees that read Neon Pandas and Oubliettes
of Onyx. Bands I’ve never heard of, since out in Hoosier Land they mostly
play country music.
I smile, picturing myself talking to a slinky boy who
makes me my very own playlist—he’d call it Songs for a Brooklyn Beauty. A
girl can dream, right?
Turning down Court Street, a woman breezes past me in a
black jumpsuit. Another dramatic beauty in thigh-high boots floats by, with two
dachshunds tugging against their pink leashes. As I glance back at her, I
imagine her working as a Broadway actress, dancing across a stage in those
Just then, one of her dogs works free of her grasp, and
streaks into the street. “Hey!” I call. “Hey, pup!” I dash after it, grab the
pink leather strap, and coax it back toward the curb as a bakery van careens
around the corner, the driver pounding on his horn.
The booted lady runs over to me. “Thanks so much!” she
“Happy to help. Couldn’t let your sweet dog be hit.” Our
eyes meet as I hand her the leash, and her smile touches me. I watch for
another moment as she walks demurely on.
Everything here vibrates with possibility, if I block out
my dread of school. It’s my chance to figure out who I want to be, which I
couldn’t quite do back home. I can’t wait to let my old, stale-kernel life rot
on the vine, and start over.
Reading the sign on a red colonial stone building, I sway
with sudden trepidation: School. Ivy sprints up its scholarly walls, and its
walkway is marked with marble planters. Each one bursts with purple
chrysanthemums, as if this is the cheeriest high school ever. I’m here, no
turning back. Look, you’re smart, I tell myself, you tested in and
even got a scholarship here. Maybe private school kids are easier on new
students. Unlikely, but I’ll give it my best.
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I glower at him. “I heard myself talk on the video. My image was yelling at me, saying I’m a thief, and I’m wrong if I think I can hide—hide from what, Wilson? That’s nutty talk. How is it even possible that a DVD can suddenly have a new speaker on the audio, an already recorded person saying entirely new things? ’Cause, you know, I’m not insane.”
His face is murky under his hood, yet his tone is unsurprised. “What are you hiding?”
I’m hiding from my corruption, from my manipulations, from . . .
Shut up, snarls the feral part of me, Shut your traitorous mouth.
You shut up, I warn back, silently. “Wilson, how can you be so calm about me ranting on the DVD?” I ask him. “Doesn’t that upset you? It’s going to mess up my following and scare people. If you’re the Prince of Darkness, you have powers. Tell me how to get rid of it. Help me edit it out!”
“I told you, I have no control over that part,” Wilson answers without slowing his pace, without looking at me. “If I edit it out, it will only reappear.”
“How do you know? Can’t you try?” I tug on his sleeve so he’ll look at me.
“It’s pointless, Dor.”
Through the rain, heavier now, I stare at his face as it swims in watery patterns. Desperation eats at me. “I’ve changed in all of the videos. I’m frightening. I wasn’t like this before I met you.”
Wilson emits a sound between a dry laugh and a sigh. “I told you things would happen—good things . . . and bad things.”
“Why do bad things need to happen? Can’t there be only good things?”
“Impossible. I explained this to you. There are prices for everything.”
“I wonder now, did I do the right thing?” I ask Lacey. “I’ve never felt that kind of intensity before. And Wilson was right about his brother. Charlie’s a mad cheater. Sometimes I imagine what it would be like with Wilson.”
“You don’t want to know.”
Lacey’s stare is penetrating. “You’ve been with him?”
I don’t want to say. I haven’t really even kissed him. Some things are private. “No, I only meant you did the right thing. And I didn’t.”
“What do you mean?”
When we exchange looks, a myriad of unsaid messages passes between us. By the way Lacey’s face pales and her eyebrows dart up, she must know that I caved to Wilson’s pressure, that I made a twisted vow, and I’m trapped in that vow.
She leans across the table and grips my hands. Her sea-green eyes are fervent with concern. “Fight it,” she whispers. “Fight it with all your might.”
Ava’s hair, in a sculptural whorl of braids and torn ribbons, adds another three inches easily to her four-inch heels. A garment bag is slung over her arm. Has she come ready to perform? Yesssss. This will add to the edgy chaos already brewing. “Just wait until Wilson arrives and sees his player of a brother with yet another girl,” I whisper in Ander’s ear. “Bottle rockets will be sparking off the walls.”
Ander laughs and gives me a squeeze. “You rotten little conniver, you.”
The cheering changes into a mass scream. My eyes startle open again. I gasp at the sight in my hands—and everything around me.
Floaty holograph daisies—half solid, half air—pour upwards from the orb in my hands, only to flutter back down, petals bending gracefully. When they hit the stage, they vaporize in sparkly whooshes. They’re incredibly beautiful. Transcendent.
The crowd surges forward as if they’ll only ever understand this trick if they can touch it. But they can’t. The transparent daisies melt just above their outstretched palms. Exhausted as I am—for this effort is more than I’ve ever endured—I soar, exulting in wave after wave of adulation and wonder.
“Are you a witch?” someone asks. “How’d you make see-through flowers?”
“Shut up, mortals, and watch,” Wilson orders.
“You shut up, jerk,” the guy yells back. That guy trips and falls by Wilson’s feet.
Good one, my beast giggles. My beast and I are frolicking. I’m not finished, not at all. In fact, I’m just getting started. Looking out, I glory in the fact that I have Ander’s full attention, but wait . . . he’s letting Lacey stand behind him, so close, almost touching. Protecting her.
I want to shoot fireballs to singe her hair, melt her skin, hurt her as she’s hurt me. But, no. I’ll gain ultimate command through more bouquets that melt like snowflakes.
More gorgeous impossibilities.
Stupid girl, scolds my beast. Spectacle’s not enough. She needs her teeth knocked out.
Shut up, I reply wordlessly, I’ll do it my way.
Back at home, I log onto my fan page. The Blind Date blurb event’s just been posted. I’m already up to 200,500 followers, and I have 587 yes RSVPs for Blind Date Confessional. Hot dang, I’m thoroughly stoked. New followers are from Manhattan and the boroughs, Connecticut, and Boston. Even a handful from the Midwest––and California.
What will assure Ander’s attendance? I remember how desperate he was to get his cell back, knowing that he’d left incriminating texts on it. I could keep this notebook, and text him the morning of the party, say that I found it, am safekeeping it and will give it to him that night, if he attends. Yesss. My gut burns with the corrosive delight of revenge. Revenge is so much easier to feel than betrayal.
It’s strange how until recently, I always felt famished, always ate big portions of food, yet I was still hungry. But of late, my hunger’s curled inwards and shriveled, and though my belly still feels hollow, it’s no longer from hunger. I can hardly stand to eat. The magic isn’t helping—not at all. In fact, I feel it biting at me. How the hell does one get rid of something invisible and untouchable? How can I fight it? I’ve tried to counteract it with good acts. I’ve tried to stay away from people. Is this shriveling up what happens when you get ready to die?
As my aunt swallows her last bite of omelet, I sense the loud rush of questions press against her vocal chords, and I brace myself for the onslaught.
“Dorianna.” She places her silverware on her plate. “I’m worried about you. You’ve been spending all your time out in Coney Island.”
“There’s so much to do to get ready for the event out there.”
“It’s not the best neighborhood.”
“Look, I turned seventeen a few days ago. I’m old enough to—”
“Dorianna!” Aunt Carol’s mouth falls slack. “You should’ve reminded me. I missed your birthday. I feel terrible.”
S’okay. I hate birthdays.” My mother sent me a card. But I wasn’t in the mood to let anyone else know. “What did you want to tell me?”
Her tone sharpens. “I got a call from your school.”
“They say you’ve been cutting classes. Is this true?”
“No!” Nosy jerks. They should be glad. I’m saving my classmates from getting injured by my unpredictable beast. If they only knew. . .
ABOUT THE KEEPERS:
Sixteen-year-old Isra Kalb has grown up starving in the slums of Islamabad. But hunger is only the beginning. When her father is mysteriously murdered and madness corrupts her mother’s mind, she’s left alone to fend for herself and her sister. Homeless and destitute, the only thing she has to remember her loving family by is a commonplace necklace–an amulet barely worth keeping.
Or so she thinks.
Swept into a web of lies, deceit and turmoil, Isra struggles to find a place for herself and Zaffirah, wondering if the strange creatures and visions she’s seeing are indications of the madness that took her mother. But when Snatchers capture Zaffirah, Isra learns her amulet isn’t so useless after all. Transported to Zarcane–the beastly garden where Adam and Eve were born–Isra comes face to face with her destiny. She’s a Keeper, charged with protecting the borders of Zarcane and keeping the demon hordes lurking in the shadows from taking realms that are not their own. And she’s not the only one; there’s a second Keeper, a boy whose identity hasn’t been revealed.
Now, in order to save her sister and fulfill her family’s legacy as Keeper of the Amulet, she has to find the second Keeper and close the borders. Surrounded by betrayal, trapped between warring factions of angels, and desperate to save the only family she has left, Isra must decide:
Who can she trust when nothing is what it seems?
ABOUT ANOOSHA LALANI:
Anoosha Lalani has always had an insatiable desire to escape reality. It was a childhood trait that never seemed to fade out. If Anoosha were to make one wish, it would be to have wings to journey off the face of this planet and into the worlds of her stories.
When she’s not writing, you may find Anoosha attending high school in Singapore. Having moved around so much, she has had the wonderful opportunity to be exposed to a vibrant range of cultures, which often seem to find their way into her stories. Anoosha was born in Pakistan, the setting of her most recent novel, The Keepers.
I am so excited to have Reese Monroe–an Entangled Embrace author–on the blog today
I don’t know about you all, but I have a special place in my heart for awesome heroines in my books as much as heroes. Today, Reese is telling us about her top five favorite!
Oh! And be sure to look for her next release, Marked by Hades, releasing April 14.
Reese Monroe holds a psychology degree from Southwest Minnesota State University and a master’s degree in Mental Health Therapy from the University of Iowa. Her experience as a former Addictions Therapist and competitive athlete lends to stories about complex heroines and the men who dare to love them.
Growing up in the land of 10,000 lakes and cold, snowy winters, Reese has been known to weave a little of that cool Minnesota climate into her stories, but these days, she much prefers desert living. She resides in Phoenix, Arizona with her husband, and when she’s not busy writing her next trilogy, she can be found pounding the pavement, training for her next endurance event.
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Thanks, Sizzling Hot YA Books, for having me here today.
When it comes to characters, I like unique heroines. The ones I write are typically pretty kick-ass because I grew up with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the Charmed witches, and now I’m into Arrow—hey, when she wants to, Laurel Lance can kick ass!), Star-Crossed….well, I think you get my drift.
Anyway, just like I enjoy a kick-ass heroine in TV shows & movies, I love them in books, too, so here are my top five heroines from books (no particular order):
1. Joanna Archer, from the Signs of Zodiac series, was my first look at a strong, paranormal heroine. Vicki Pettersson grabbed my attention all those years ago, and I fell in love, both with Vicki’s writing, but mainly Joanna Archer. She was one kick-ass heroine!
2. Weird Girls! Okay, it’s not that I like weird girls, no, I like the Weird Girls. It’s a series by Cecy Robson. I first met Celia Wird in the book,Sealed with a Curse. She was funny, strong, broken, and…real. I love heroines who are a combination of all that rolled into some personality! I love strong heroines, but not too strong, you know? Nobody’s world is perfect, and I love Celia and how Cecy created her and her sisters!
3. Another, relatively new favorite, is Ember Howard from Rebecca Yarros’s Full Measures. I know, I’m usually into the paranormal-type characters, but I’ve been known to read a few contemporaries once in a while (in a great while.) I fell in love with Ember because of her strength. While it’s not supernatural strength, it’s still wicked powerful. The things she has to face are trying, and how she handles them is totally real! I loved that about her. Yeah, she’s not perfect and I wanted to slap her upside the head a couple times, but that’s good! That means she resonated with me!
4. Anaya from Tara Fuller’s Blurred was pretty awesome as well. I liked her mostly for her willing to sacrifice. It might have taken a while to get there, but the process was inspiring. As a reaper, she was faced with some special circumstances, that’s for sure, but I loved how she remained true to herself through it all. That’s an admirable inner strength.
5. Alexis Ames from Kristie Cook’s Soul Saver Series. Wow, this character is deep. She’s faced with things I couldn’t fathom, and while she doesn’t handle them perfectly, that’s why I like her. She’s flawed, and while not exactly human, I love her “human” response to sadness and tragedy. It’s real, but what I like is her ability to pull herself out of it. She relies on family and friends, tests the limits of relationship, yet she finds the strength inside her. Love that.
Can you tell I’m into strong, confident, yet broken and flawed heroines? I just love them. They’re inspiring and make me want to be a better, stronger person.
What about you? Who are some of your favorite heroines? Let’s broaden it to books, TV and movies.
Author: Lindy Zart
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Sprinkles On Top Studios
Release Date: November 21, 2014
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Graham Malone is my roommate, my personal eye candy, the reason I get up in the morning smiling (that could be from the illicit dreams I have about him too, I suppose. Let’s move on.). He’s also beautiful to look at, but his heart is where his true beauty lies. Take away the exterior and the interior still shines.
I love him. I mean, I’m pretty sure I do, having never been in love before. Anyway, it seems legit.
And now his brother Blake is here, and, well, he’s the complete opposite of Graham. Sarcastic, brooding, and totally available. But he’s leaving soon, and Graham’s the one I want. I shouldn’t have to remind myself of this, right? I wouldn’t have to if Blake would quit looking at me like I’m something yummy and he’s starving.
Here’s a toast to roomies; the ones you should never fall in love with. Or something.
Lindy Zart has been writing since she was a child. Luckily for readers, her writing has improved since then. She lives in Wisconsin with her husband, two sons, and one cat. Lindy loves hearing from people who enjoy her work.
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“Well.” I cross my arms because I don’t know what else to do. And really? Talk about awesome comeback right there. I also don’t know whether to feel insulted or…whatever. Graham and I don’t really do the baring of souls bit. I’m shockingly speechless from what he just told me.
I recover quickly enough with, “It’s a good thing you’re not spending the day with your brother then and I am. You won’t be around to try to save me every time I do something you don’t approve of. I’d hate to put that burden on you. Now leave before I get naked in front of you.”
I swear he considers staying, but then he leaves with an unhappy glare aimed my way. “We’re not done talking about this.”
“Yes, we are, because in case you didn’t notice, you just walked out, hence the ending of the conversation!”
He comes back to say, “It will be resumed at a later date.”
“I’m calling in sick that day.”
And once more he returns to gift me with a steely-eyed scowl. “I’m just trying to look out for you.”
“Now, if you said you were just trying to look at me, well, that would be an entirely different matter altogether.”
“You never stop, do you?”
“Why stop when I am overflowing with coolness?”
His lips tighten into a thin line. “One day, Kennedy, one day all your little quips will come back to bite you.”
“Don’t promise something you can’t commit to.”
Author: Erin Mc Fadden
Genre: YA/NA Contemporary Fantasy
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The Brotherhood of the Guardians has existed for thousands of years to serve a single purpose: the protection of Talents, the mortal descendants of the original nine Muses.
Twenty-one year-old Daniel Lyoncourt has trained his entire life to join the Guardians. Daniel is prepared to risk his life in order to keep his Talent safe, but when he’s assigned to nineteen year-old Anna Saint-James, he discovers that his life isn’t the only thing he could lose. Anna has no idea how special she is and knows nothing about her abilities. He must teach her to control her gifts, keep her safe, and hope that he can find a place in her life as something more than just her bodyguard.
All power comes at a price. Like all Talents, Anna must one day make a choice: lose all of her powers, or ascend to a higher plane, leaving behind everyone she loves.
Erin McFadden lives in Indiana with her husband, daughter, and their various pets. When not writing, she enjoys reading, doing craft projects, and spending time with family. Erin works in law enforcement and has a bachelor’s degree in criminal justice and criminology from Ball State University.
“Oh God. No. Oh no.” I laid my head down on the plaid comforter, willing away the image burned into my brain. Wavy strawberry blonde hair and big green eyes would haunt my dreams tonight. It was a curse, being placed with a Talent who looked like that. I already knew that I would give up my life for this girl. I would protect her with everything I had. Maybe it was genetic, or maybe it was my training. I’d have to guard my heart from her at the same time. If I fell for her, I’d never recover. Any woman I met for the rest of my life, I’d compare to her. Whether I wanted it or not, she would be my most important relationship. I could only hope that she would end up being worthy of the sacrifices I would inevitably have to make.
Hi Erin! Can you please tell us a little bit about yourself and the books that you write?
My name is Erin McFadden. I’m a wife and mother with a six year old daughter at home and a new baby on the way! I work in law enforcement and write in my spare time or whenever I can steal the opportunity. My dream is to one day write full time. I mostly write young adult contemporary fantasy and paranormal fiction with a dash of romance. My first published novel, Muse, is a young adult fantasy based on elements of Greek mythology.
Tell the readers a little bit about your writing process, for instance, how long does it take for you to finish a first draft? Are you a plotter or a pantser?
Unfortunately, I am absolutely a pantser. I’d love to be one of those organized types who can jot down an outline and follow it perfectly. My brain just doesn’t work that way. A lot of my story ideas start out as dreams that I’ve had and develop from there. As for how long it takes, it really depends on the novel. I finished the rough draft for Muse in less than a month, but I spent many more months revising and polishing it afterwards. The sequel, Talent, is taking a bit longer mainly because I feel the pressure to make sure it really stays true to the world I created in Muse.
Do you have any interesting quirks or habits to help you through the writing process?
I firmly believe that I write better when eating fudge bars (ice cream). I also talk to myself when I’m writing, because I like to hear tricky pieces of dialogue.
Where do you get the ideas and inspirations for your books?
Occasionally an idea will strike out of the blue or from a song lyric or poem. Mostly, I’m inspired by my own subconscious. I have a vivid dream, wake up thinking about it and dash for the computer.
This is a very competitive genre to write in, what do you think makes you stand out among all the other young adult/new adult authors out there?
I think I have a writing style that appeals to a lot of readers because it is easy to follow and relate to, but doesn’t “talk down” to them. I’m thrilled that a lot of people have told me that they have a hard time finishing books or really getting into them and yet they loved Muse. Inspiring anyone to read more is a huge compliment to me.
Do you ever find yourself experiencing writers block? How do you cope with it?
Of course I do. Sometimes life gets in the way, and sometimes my own negative thoughts trip me up. I’ve found that if I start writing, even if it isn’t a brilliant paragraph or page, things will start to flow. Everything can be revised!
What advice would you give to other authors out there who want to write in the YA/NA genre?
Trust your readers, keep them interested by allowing them the freedom to think and believe in your story without throwing too much at them.
If you could pick one of your characters in your book(s) to hang out with for one day, who would it be, and why?
I think I’d have to say Anna, because I’d love a chance to see her abilities in action. Plus there’s the added bonus that if Anna is around, Daniel wouldn’t be far away!
Is there anything else you would like to share with your readers?
I had so much fun writing Muse, but I enjoy hearing feedback from readers even more. I love hearing what people think of the Talents and Guardians and I can’t wait to share more of their world with you soon. I’ll also have a free short story coming out around Christmas time that takes place right around the end of Muse to thank all the people who have asked for more of Anna and Daniel.
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Dorothy called it Oz,
Alice called it Wonderland,
but Nightmares call it HOME.
Parker’s mom is dreamnapped by the wicked Mab, it is up to him and Kaelyn to
save her. When they return to Dreams, they discover Mab isn’t their only
problem. Gladamyr has lost his powers and the only way to get them back is to
become what he fears the most—a nightmare.
In Book 1, The Dream Keeper, Parker and Kaelyn discovered that Dreams was a real
place that everyone visits while they sleep. An evil nightmare named Fyren took
control of the gateway to that world. Parker and Kaelyn teamed up with
Gladamyr, the only dream keeper to escape capture by Fyren, and together they save
Dreams from Fyren’s rule. After the defeat of Fyren the children return to
Awake to find Mab, Fyren’s next in command, has dreamnapped Parker’s mom.
story continues in Book 2, The Dreamstone,
as the children return to Dreams to save Parker’s mom. Finding her, however, is
not their only problem. Mab has waged a war on the Crossing and has sent an army
of dragons to bring it down, nightmares have been released from prison, and
Gladamyr has lost his powers to shape-shift. Parker, Kaelyn, and Gladamyr must
once again defy all odds to set things right and save Parker’s mom before it’s
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Parker watched as the
ambulance with his mother inside drove away. He had expected the medics to
barrel down the street with sirens blaring and lights flashing, but instead
they drove calmly. The cold night air hurt his throat, at least, he told
himself it was the air. Whenever Parker tried to hold back his emotions he got
a pain way back in his throat. Kaelyn held his hand, but it didn’t really help.
All he could think about was Mab and how she’d taken his mom.
former ruler of Dreams was vicious and cruel. He had seen what she was capable
of when she cut the arm off Mentia, the psychotic clown that chased him and
Kaelyn through the vaults. The only thing that guy did was laugh at her. Parker
could only imagine the things Mab could do to his mom. Now that Fyren was gone,
Mab had a host of nightmares at her command. He shuddered, thinking about the
creatures he had seen during the battle in Éadrom.
we’ll find her,” Kaelyn said, trying to comfort him.
are we supposed to do that?” he snapped. Kaelyn pulled back, and immediately he
felt bad. Heck, she had just lost everything she had ever owned—another gift
from the nightmares of Dreams. They had burnt down her house and almost burnt
the two of them in the process. Kaelyn had nothing. Not even a picture to
remind herself of her dead parents. Yet here she was, the one comforting him.
It wasn’t as if his mom was dead, she was just kidnapped, or dreamnapped. “Look,
gave a smile. “It’s okay. Really. I understand.”
his dad called from the car. Parker turned to see his dad was ready to leave. What a jerk! Parker glared at him.
dad lowered his cell phone for a second. “Look, I’ve talked it over with Zelda
and I want you to come and stay with me for a while—at least until your mom is
thanks.” Parker turned his back.
I don’t have time to argue. Remember—I’m still your father.”
sure act like it.”
acting like it now.”
can’t even get out of your car!” Parker shouted. “You can’t even put down your
freaking phone. Mom just went off in an ambulance, and you’re more concerned
with your stupid work. I’m staying here! I’m not going with you!”
got ten minutes to get a bag.” His dad went back to his phone, not giving a
sign he had heard a word Parker said.
turned on Zelda. “Did you say I would go with him?”
aunt stepped back, worry crossing her face. “Parker, he’s your dad, and who
else is there?”
can stay with me. Where else are you going to go?” The second he said it Parker
wished he hadn’t; or at least tried to sound more tactful. He knew that Kaelyn
was handling the fire okay, but Zelda was on the brink of tears anytime someone
mentioned the fire or what she lost in it. “I’m sorry . . . really . . . .”
I understand, so please, don’t apologize.” Zelda tried to reassure him with a
smile. It didn’t really work. Her face was still smudged with black soot, and
there were visible tear lines down her cheeks. He at least had a place to go,
but Kaelyn and Zelda were homeless. “Your place is with your dad, our place is
. . . .”
are we going, Zelly?” Kaelyn asked. They waited for an answer but Zelda only
if I have to go to my dad’s there’s no reason you can’t stay here. Really, my
mom wouldn’t mind. Anyway, it doesn’t matter where I sleep. I have to get back
looked concerned. “Are you sure, Parker?”
sure! My mom may be a cold hearted person in the courtroom, but she’s at least
human at home—well, when she’s not turning off my video games.”
you call your house when you’re ready to go back?” Kaelyn asked.
can count on it, Kae. We’ve got to talk to Gladamyr—I need to find my mom.”
know.” Kaelyn gave him a hug.
looked at both Kaelyn and Zelda. He could tell having a place to stay tonight
brought them a little comfort, but he still wished he could stay. He thought of
his friend and physiatrist, Dr. Gates. He was like the father his own would
never be. He wished right now Dr. Gates were here. “Can you explain to Gates
what’s going on when he decides to get his butt over here?”
smiled. “You can count on it.”
inside and I’ll show you around. Apparently I’ve got ten minutes.”
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Book Title By Author
Genre: Young Adult Urban Fantasy/Paranormal
Book Length: 50,000 words
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Rachel Clancy made a decision to erase herself from the lives of her friends and family. She did this, she believes, to free herself up to make some hard decisions. Only to realize out she was manipulated by a master into doing just what he wanted….
Now, she is alone with no one to turn to for help.
But fate isn’t done with Rachel. When she is thrust back into the path of her former people—who have no idea who she is—she will find that life gives second chances. Will she gain redemption? Or pay the price forced for her past mistakes?
“I hate the nickname you’ve given me.”
Rolling over, I elbowed Jason hard in the chest. He grunted, more for show than actual pain, I suspected, and laughed. If my parents came home and found us lying in my bed together, there would be hell to pay. We only cuddled, but they wouldn’t care. All they would see was me, their fifteen-year-old daughter, Rachel, with her boyfriend, sprawled out together on my bed in my bedroom, a place they’d banned us from being alone in months ago.
I snapped my gum in my mouth and reread the text my best friend Kayla had sent me. She wanted to go to some club, wanted me to come out with her. If I went, it would have to be secretive. I’d never get permission to go, and Jason would freak out if I let him in on the plan. Sometimes he got really, really possessive. I hated when he did.
Most of the time.
“Why do you hate your nickname? Pixie-girl suits you.”
“Blah.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m way too old for fairy tales. I prefer to live in the here and now. The real world. Come up with something else.”
“I’ll call you whatever I want. End of story.”
I stood and made my way over to the window.
Why do I let him come into my bedroom if I’m just going to spend the entire time he’s here worrying about getting caught?
Apparently, he’d hadn’t finished talking. “Rachel, there’s lots of real things in the world. Things existing outside of your definition. Even some things found in fairy tales. Don’t be so closed-minded. I don’t like it.”
Jason’s voice had gotten low and sharp. I knew the tone well. Every once in a while, my sweet, gorgeous, blond, horribly popular boyfriend would seem like a different person. Where had the Jason I loved gone? Every once in a while he seemed like someone entirely different. I shivered and rubbed my arms. I might like to pretend I had all the answers to life’s problems, but deep in my heart I knew I still had a lot to learn before I handled the kind of baggage Jason’s intensity spoke toward. Or so my mother said.
“Are you listening to me?” He banged on the wall like his action might make me answer him faster.
What brought on these episodes? I mean, really, how much secret history did he have to hide to justify his darkness? He’d been born the upper-middle-class son of a prominent research physician. Jason’s troubles seemed pretty null and void to me. My family wouldn’t end up on some reality show for the deprived, either. My father, a science teacher with his summers off, who liked NASCAR, and my mom, an investment banker, managed to provide me with everything I needed or wanted. Unless something really awful happened behind closed doors, neither Jason nor I had much leg to stand on when it came to “issues” Hence, why I had such a hard time understanding Jason’s dark, spooky side. .
About the Author:
As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.
I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. We’ve just moved from New Jersey to Texas where I am learning to love Barbecue!
I am in love with science fiction, fantasy and the paranormal and try to use all these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action-packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books. In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.
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5 HUGE hearts
*warning, this review contains a whole lot of fan-girling*
From the beginning of this series, I have been all things addicted to Rachel Clancey’s Warrior world. Redemption (bk four) lived up to and exceeded every single book I’ve ever read from Ms. Royce so far. (adult and young adult books alike) Everything inside the pages of Redemption seemed to bring the world that Rachel lived in, together…finally! The past with the present, the connections of all the characters; I got answers that needed answering (Love it when that happens by the way) and in turn got out of the enormous book slump that I’ve been buried in lately. Of course I could count on Ms. Royce for that. She’s yet to let me down.
Rachel’s back, but everyone around her that she loves has no idea who she is. She made a deal with Ichan(that all things EVIL excuse for a man) to bring back the cloned version of her mom and ex-boyfriend Chad. But in return nobody would remember her. Rachel, being the awesome, selfless heroine that she is, let that happen, with little regret. Why would she when everyone she loved would be alive and well? But there is one person who remembers her. Her friend Tia. Also, the one person everyone thinks is crazy. Rachel is on the road to redemption, wanting to right the wrongs that have hit her. First up, murdering Jason…her supposed wolf mate.
Jason, Jason, Jason. The first boy from this series that I truly loved. I hated him in the last book, and then mildly liked until…well, you’ll see. I was not surprised with the way his storyline ended up, let’s just say that.
Then there was Deacon. Oh, boy. I truly fell for him in the previous book, but out of everyone who starts to remember Rachel, he seems to be the ONLY one that is stuck under Ichan’s evil ruling and can’t get his head wrapped around the fact that this was a girl he was once in love with. I really was sad about this, heart broken to be honest.
But alas, my favorite boy came back–in a way—and this time he’s here to stay.
Chad… le’sigh. I love him like he’s mine. He’s crazy protective, loves Rachel with everything he has—always has to be honest–and has fought for her survival from the beginning. Out of all the boys who have been in and out of Rachel’s life, he is the one for me. I just hope Ms. Royce doesn’t break my heart in the final book because I might just start a fan girl riot here.
Redemption was absolutely amazing, having all the qualities I look for in my YA Dystopian/Paranormal novels. Adorable, fiesty heroine Rachel, swoon worthy boys, and a plot that NEVER seems to end with it’s twists and turns. Ms. Royce has a writing style that will suck you in and never let you go, even after the pages have ended. These characters will stick with you. The things they endure? Yeah, my heart breaks a little each time I read one of Rachel’s books. She truly has to be one of my most favorite YA heroines out there. Redemption definitely takes a spot in my top five YA’s this year. There was NOTHING about this story that would change–absolutely flawless. Truly, if you haven’t jumped on board with The Warrior Series, then you are missing out, trust me on this one.