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Title: <i>Bone Deep</i><br />
Author: Kim O'Brien<br />
Release Date: May 19, 2015<br />
Publisher: Spencer Hill Contemporary<br />
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I chose this passage because it’s kind of creepy and I love the idea that people who have passed can come to us in dreams, communicating through our subconscious. When I was about twelve, my best friend’s mother had a brain aneurism and was taken to the hospital. I was very shy, very quiet around adults. So my friend’s mom and I looked at each other more than we talked. A couple of days after she’d gone to the hospital, I woke up and in the middle of the night and saw her face floating in the corner of my bedroom, near the ceiling. It was just her head, nothing else, and it glowed as if it were lit from within. The next morning, I found out she had died the night before. I never saw her image again.<br />
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In my bed, I lie with the covers pulled high looking up at the ceiling. Although <br />
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I’ve been trying for hours, I can’t sleep. The room feels cold, much colder than usual— as if the thermostat is set to about fifty degrees.<br />
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I flip over. It’s just after two o’clock in the morning. I’m so tired my hands tingle, but I can’t sleep, not when Emily’s missing. I wonder if the police have Jeremy in custody. If they’ve found Emily. Another chill goes through me, and I tuck the quilt more tightly around my shoulders. <br />
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I’m thinking of getting up and putting on a pair of sweats when my door creaks and Emily walks into the room. <br />
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In the moonlight, her hair looks disheveled. Half her face is in shadow, but as she nears, I see it’s not the lack of light, but dust coating her left cheekbone.<br />
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“Oh my God! Emily!” I sit up straight. “You’re okay!” <br />
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“Paige!” She hurries to the edge of my bed. Her long pale hair falls forward as she leans over me. “I’ve been trying to get in touch with you.” <br />
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“Where were you?” I study every inch of her. She’s very pale, and there are small chunks of something plaster-like dangling in the strands of her hair.<br />
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“I got lost,” she states, a little sadly. “I’ve been walking for a while.” She looks down at her feet. “I lost my sneakers. Isn’t that funny, Paige? They disappeared when I was sleeping. I just woke up, and they were gone. Have you seen them?”<br />
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The question is odd, but I’m so happy to see her I don’t care. “No.” <br />
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Her shoulders sag. “Oh.” <br />
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“They’re not important,” I assure her. “What matters is that you’re back and you’re okay. What happened to you?” <br />
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Her face wrinkles. “I don’t know.” Her eyes move to the top left corner of their sockets, as if she’s thinking really hard. After a moment, she shakes her head. “I can’t remember.” <br />
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“Were you in a car accident?”<br />
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“I don’t think so.” She feels the back of her head with her hands and then grimaces. “God, my head hurts.”<br />
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Throwing my covers off, I swing my legs over the side of the bed. Emily stands very still as I throw my arms around her. “Stop trying to remember. It doesn’t matter what happened. I’m just so happy to see you.” <br />
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She smells strongly of roses, as if she has doused herself in perfume. It’s so unlike her that it takes my mind a second to register that her body is stone-cold in my arms and her skin feels hard and smooth as polished marble. <br />
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Stunned, I pull back far enough to look into her face. Only instead of Emily, she morphs into my mother, who leans over me, the strap of her silk nightgown slipping from her pale shoulder, her eyes black and angry. <br />
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“You didn’t see him, Paige,” she says. “You were dreaming.” <br />
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My alarm goes off, and I jolt upright. Heart pounding, I fumble for the off button and switch on the lamp. The room is empty, and it’s 2:13 in the morning. I pick up the clock to reset the alarm and discover it’s already at set for six—my usual time. So why did it go off? The dream was about Emily. So why then did my mother say, you didn’t see him?<br />
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When Paige Patterson travels to Arizona to spend the summer with her archeologist father, she expects answers. Why did her parents divorce? Why did her father choose his career over family? She doesn't expect to be reunited with her best friend Emily Linton, a girl she has always admired and secretly wanted to emulate, or to find herself falling for the project manager's son, Jalen Yazzi.<br />
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But the summer takes a terrible turn when Emily vanishes. As the police struggle for answers, Paige sets out to find the truth.<br />
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The search takes Paige from the Cliffside ruins of prehistoric Native Americans to the Navajo Nation to the horrifying possibility that the answer is much closer to home. Emily, it turns out, was not the ony one good at hiding things.<br />
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Her father has no alibi for the night Emily disappeared. An intern with the motive insists he's innocent. And Jalen has some secrets of his own.<br />
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Old bones might not be the only things buried in the ruins. As Paige digs deeper into Emily's disappearance, she realizes that uncovering the truth may cost her everything - even her life.<br />
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Kim O'Brien grew up in an old Victorian house in Bronxville, NY. Her mother loved telling her bedtime stories, especially onees about the ghost in their attic. Kim not only believed the house was haunted but also fell in love with books and the art of storytelling.<br />
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At Emory University in Atlanta, Kim earned a B.A. in psychology. She then attained a M.F.A. in writing from Sarah Lawrence College in Bronxville, NY. She worked for many years as a writer, editor, and speechwriter for IBM before becoming a full time fiction writer. She lives in Texas with ehr husband, daughters, and four-legged friend Daisy.<br />
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Title: <i>Bone Deep</i><br />
Author: Kim O'Brien<br />
Release Date: May 19, 2015<br />
Publisher: Spencer Hill Contemporary<br />
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Aren’t the relationships between best friends fascinating? In Bone Deep, Paige and Emily grew up together following their fathers around the Southwest. Paige’s father was an archeologist and Emily’s was an anthropologist. Emily was always considered the smarter and prettier of the two girls, but it was Paige’s imagination that proved to be the most powerful bond between them. Both girls got dragged around to the various work sites and had very little supervision. So they made up a game, essentially of dares, which turned out to be a very dangerous one.<br />
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We found the cave by accident, one morning when we were exploring the rock formations rising in Chalupa Canyon in New Mexico. It was well-hidden, the opening so disguised it looked like a shadow between two rocks. I stuck my face into the darkness. I couldn’t see much, but I knew it was a perfect place to play our game.<br />
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Emily grinned. “The best-told stories are the stories told just before dark.”<br />
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I hesitated. The last time I had played the game, I’d almost fallen off a very tall rock. For a long time now, I had wished we could stop playing these games. I actually thought what our fathers were doing was a lot more interesting, but I’d always done what Emily wanted me to do. The bottom line: I didn’t want to lose her friendship.<br />
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I promised myself this would be the last time. “Okay, but I’ll have to get inside before I’ll know the story.”<br />
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To prove I wasn’t afraid, although I was, I went first. What little light there was vanished almost immediately, but I moved slowly, waving my arms around like a blind person, making noise, and taking tiny baby steps. The air grew cooler, smelled musty.<br />
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“We’re in a si’papu,” I said, pausing as Emily shuffled up behind me. “And we’re going backward in time, to the world that existed before ours.”<br />
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Emily’s hand dropped on my bare shoulder, connecting us, but startling the hell out of me. “Shit,” I said, and she giggled. The noise echoed in a terrible way.<br />
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With Emily’s hand on my shoulder, I led us deeper into the cave. It was very dark, but we were used to it. The deeper we went, the more the walls became increasingly narrow. Each bend became harder to squeeze through.<br />
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The sounds became magnified, or maybe we were just breathing harder and harder. My heart thumped loud and fast, and my sides scraped against the rock that was pressing now on me from both sides even though I was mainly turned sideways. I told Emily that the cave had a heart and lungs and if we listened closely enough we could hear them. I stopped. We listened.<br />
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“Oh, shit,” Emily whispered. “I hear it. I’m totally freaking out.”<br />
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“Let’s go back.” I thought about lying, saying that the cave ended. It was too tight for her to pass me. She’d never know. But I didn’t. Instead, I led us deeper, embellishing the story, releasing my fear in the story I told as we inched our way through the darkness.<br />
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The bat came out of nowhere. I didn’t even hear it until it was flapping by my head. I ducked to the side, and then it happened. One minute there were walls and floor, and the next they were gone. I had long enough to realize I was in serious trouble, and then the ground flew up at me. I heard something crack, and then Emily’s weight smashed into me.<br />
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My leg exploded into a thousand knife-points of pain. It blazed up my body, took my breath, and lit my brain on fire. I had to clamp my teeth together to keep from screaming.<br />
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“Emily… Emily…” I croaked out. “Are you okay?”<br />
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“I think so,” she said. In the darkness, it seemed like her voice was everywhere—around me, on me, even inside me. She shifted off me. “Are you okay?”
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The pain was terrible. I couldn’t keep myself from making a horrible groaning noise. <br />
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“I…I think my leg is broken. And I’m bleeding.” <br />
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Emily sucked in her breath. “Oh, shit,” she said, and for once there was no excitement in her voice, only fear.<br />
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When Paige Patterson travels to Arizona to spend the summer with her archeologist father, she expects answers. Why did her parents divorce? Why did her father choose his career over family? She doesn't expect to be reunited with her best friend Emily Linton, a girl she has always admired and secretly wanted to emulate, or to find herself falling for the project manager's son, Jalen Yazzi.<br />
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But the summer takes a terrible turn when Emily vanishes. As the police struggle for answers, Paige sets out to find the truth.<br />
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The search takes Paige from the Cliffside ruins of prehistoric Native Americans to the Navajo Nation to the horrifying possibility that the answer is much closer to home. Emily, it turns out, was not the ony one good at hiding things.<br />
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Her father has no alibi for the night Emily disappeared. An intern with the motive insists he's innocent. And Jalen has some secrets of his own.<br />
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Old bones might not be the only things buried in the ruins. As Paige digs deeper into Emily's disappearance, she realizes that uncovering the truth may cost her everything - even her life.<br />
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Kim O'Brien grew up in an old Victorian house in Bronxville, NY. Her mother loved telling her bedtime stories, especially onees about the ghost in their attic. Kim not only believed the house was haunted but also fell in love with books and the art of storytelling.<br />
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At Emory University in Atlanta, Kim earned a B.A. in psychology. She then attained a M.F.A. in writing from Sarah Lawrence College in Bronxville, NY. She worked for many years as a writer, editor, and speechwriter for IBM before becoming a full time fiction writer. She lives in Texas with ehr husband, daughters, and four-legged friend Daisy.<br />
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Kim is the author of eight inspirational romances and seven non-fiction children's books. She loves to hear from her readers and can be found at www.kimobrienbooks.com, Facebook, and Twitter (kimobri).
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that simultaneously tugs at your heart and punches you in the gut. With equal parts
mystery, mayhem and romance, this is a story that will leave you begging for the next vividly
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Ebola-X pandemic of 2022 lasted five months, two weeks and six days before a cure could be
found. In its wake, it left a generation of psionic freaks who can turn a single thought into a
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ability like telepathy or telekinesis, he talks to plants. Yes, <i>plants</i>. In other words, Devon
rates a big fat zero on the scale of kick-ass psychic abilities. But when Devon escapes from his
psionic detainment facility, the United States Military intercepts him before he can rendezvous
with the Psionic Underground Network. Regaining consciousness, Devon finds himself securely
fastened to his seat aboard a military airship headed to Washington DC, where he will either be
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them, a telepath named Bai Lee, claims to have the means to escape, but they have to
convince her, one by one, that they’re worthy of freedom. This is not good news for Plant Boy.
The last thing he wants is to relive his nightmare escape from the psi-facility that left his best
friend dead, especially since he’s made the acquaintance of the lovely, blonde healer, Alya du
Roumanie, sitting beside him. Worse than that, he wouldn’t be able to bear the look in her eyes
if she ever found out how truly pathetic a psion he really is. </span></span></div>
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Brotherlin is a screenwriter, music enthusiast and all around geek-goddess. She earned a
Masters in Screenwriting at the University of Southern California and went on to write for
children’s television including Nickelodeon’s </span><span style="decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0px;">Are You Afraid of the Dark?</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">.
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Title: <i>Lead Me Back Home</i><br />
Author: Brandi Lynch<br />
Release Date: October 6, 2015<br />
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High school junior Trisha Myles thought her sister loved her, but her sister's suicide note revealed that she'd wished Trisha had never existed. In the aftermath, Trisha abandons her old life to become a social ghost. Not existing is sort of peaceful... until a vicious bully targets her.<br />
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She’s saved by Jesse Reagan--the one guy in Hoghfield, Alabama who outranks her as an outcast. Trisha’s desire to live blossoms, but spending time with Jesse is more than she bargained for. After she freaks over the slashes on his arms, he explains he’s cursed--a curse that can only be controlled by blood magic. Trisha thinks he’s insane--especially when he tells her someone has cursed her, too. But when freak accidents almost crush Jesse with a truck and destroy her attempts to reclaim her old life, Trisha knows it’s not just a delusion.<br />
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A ritual can free them from their curses, but only if they can shed their guilt and anger. However, if Trisha and Jesse can’t let go, the curse will bleed Jesse dry, and Trisha will lose the person who brought her back to life.<br />
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Title: <i>Burnt Bones</i> (The Adventures of Finn MacCullen #4)<br />
Author: Darby Karchut<br />
Release Date: March 2016<br />
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Just when Finn MacCullen thought fate couldn’t kick him any harder after the events of the Festival of the Hunt, it does. Now, he must overcome a series of nearly impossible trials to prove his worth as an apprentice, or lose his place at his master Gideon’s side.<br />
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However, Finn’s life has as many twists as a Celtic knot, and master and apprentice find themselves in their ancestral homeland of Ireland with only their wits—and a fair bit of the Black Hand’s charm—to protect them from the vengeful Celtic goddess known as the Scáthach.<br />
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Darby Karchut is an award-winning author, dreamer, and compulsive dawn greeter. She's been known to run in blizzards and bike in lightning storms. When not dodging death by Colorado, Darby is busy writing urban fantasy for tweens, teens, and adults. Visit her at her website.<br />
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Hidden somewhere in the fog of the San Francisco bay lies Blue Rock Island, home to the bay area’s two best-kept secrets: Bell’s Bluff, the old, abandoned prison on one side of the island, and the Night Train, a mysterious train ride on the other. When twelve-year-old Molly Pepper receives a secret invitation promising a night of magic and adventure aboard the Night Train, she is skeptical. In her experience, most promises prove too good to be true. The fact that she lost her mom is proof enough.<br />
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Still, Molly gives hope another chance. Together with her loyal friend, Noah Wonderly, they sneak out of the house and follow a string of clues leading to the Night Train. But when the train stops at Bell's Bluff, Molly discovers the real reason she was invited. There, she starts to wonder if hope and magic not only fix broken promises; but make you believe in them again.<br />
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When she opened the mailbox on the first day of summer break, Molly Pepper found three pieces of mail. The first two items did not seem all that interesting: one, a Woman’s Day magazine; two, her final report card on which she already knew mostly C’s would be hogging all the white space; and three, a small, crème-colored envelope with her name on it.<br />
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That was the most interesting discovery. Molly could not recall the last time she had ever received anything in the mail. Not only was the crisp, smooth envelope addressed to her, but it also lacked both a return address and a stamp. No stamp meant somebody had sidestepped the entire mail system altogether and placed this exact letter into her mailbox, probably this very day.<br />
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Molly popped a cinnamon bear into her mouth and peered over her shoulder for any chance that the owner of the envelope might still be watching her. All she discovered behind her, however, was the sound of the distant ferry whistling through the salty air, and the passing by of an old, white convertible spewing a fume of exhaust in its wake. She coughed in protest, and then ducked behind a lone, thick palm tree, in case she was mistaken. She wasn’t going to take any chances. Who knew what might be out there, hiding in the shadows, watching her every move?<br />
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For twenty-point-five seconds, Molly chewed on the remainder of cinnamon goo in her mouth and held her position while surveying the neighborhood for any sign of bedlam.<br />
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But, she hated to admit; everything appeared just as it should.<br />
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Same as always.<br />
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With a sigh, Molly tucked her report card into her back pocket for safekeeping and reemerged from behind the palm tree, doing her best to appear carefree. But it was more difficult than she’d hoped, especially after her detour to the side of the house where she deposited the Woman’s Day magazine into the recycle bin.<br />
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Secretly stashing unwanted mail had been her routine for the last few months. She’d taken it upon herself to bury any rogue reminders of her mother under a pile of crumpled newspapers before her dad ever had a chance to see them. Molly figured it was better she deal with the mess of their new life than him. Especially today, the first day of summer break that was <i>supposed</i> to be filled with the promise of adventure…not reminders of broken promises.<br />
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The house was quiet when Molly stepped inside, except for the sound of her dad’s daytime snores flooding the hallways like an occasional blast of an off-tune trombone.<br />
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That sound this time of morning always put Molly in a despondent mood because it meant <i>change</i>—an unwanted, unrequested change she hadn’t yet grown used to. Secretly, she wished her dad would learn how to sleep in silence. Then, she could live under the ruse that her life remained the same as last summer when the world was still the kind of place in which most people liked to stay put.<br />
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At the kitchen table, Molly pushed aside yesterday’s mail to make room for the letter. <i>Her</i> letter.<br />
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Now, the moment of truth. She hesitated before opening it, trying to guess just what it could be…a note from a secret admirer? A party invitation? <i>Russian correspondence</i>?<br />
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She sucked in a deep, audible breath. Then, on the count of three she exhaled and popped open the pointed flap.<br />
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A thick, crème-colored note slipped out onto the table, revealing a simple sentence printed in black ink, each line spaced evenly from top to bottom.<br />
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<b>IF ADVENTURE<br />
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IS YOUR DESIRE<br />
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174 CANDLESTICK HILL<br />
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AT NINE O’CLOCK TONIGHT<br />
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NO SOONER<br />
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NO LATER<br />
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<i>Well</i>. There wasn’t a question in Molly’s mind about her desire for adventure. In fact, if anybody desired adventure more than her, she would like to meet them face-to-face just to see what the <i>real</i> face of adventure looked like. Because she was pretty sure the freckled face she met in the mirror each morning silently begged for something more than this—more than entertaining herself all summer long while her father worked two shifts at the police department and slept it off the next morning.<br />
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Adventure was the <i>easy</i> part.<br />
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The <i>difficulty</i> about this whole message, if Molly chose to follow the card’s directions after all (and she was definitely still debating the whole idea), was the getting-to-the-top-of-Candlestick-Hill-without-passing-out part.<br />
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See, Candlestick Hill was the steepest hill in all of California. In fact, if Blue Rock Island were situated a little closer to Canada instead of in the middle of the San Francisco Bay, Candlestick Hill would make the world’s best ski run. But, a thick blanket of fog was as close to white the island ever got, making Candlestick Hill a nightmare instead of the attraction it could be.<br />
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Therefore, a little skepticism about the mysterious message was in order. The more Molly thought about it, the more she wondered if perhaps somebody was playing a joke on her just to get her to climb the murderous hill for nothing.<br />
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<i>Who would do something like that?</i><br />
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Molly chewed on that thought along with another cinnamon bear, and drummed her fingers along the tabletop, trying to come up with a few criteria. First off, somebody with easy access to her mailbox; secondly, somebody creative enough to make up the whole idea in the first place; and lastly but most importantly, somebody who knew Molly well enough to play on her longing for adventure.<br />
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Somebody probably like…<br />
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“What’s that?” asked a voice coming from a space right behind her.<br />
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Molly coughed on her cinnamon bear and whirled around as the beginning of a scream eked its way out of her throat. She stopped just before it grew loud enough to wake her dad. “Noah!” Molly hit her next-door neighbor on the arm. “Why are you sneaking up on me?"<br />
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“I’m not. You didn’t answer when I knocked, and I know your dad’s rule about ringing the doorbell, so..."<br />
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“You could have warned me! I thought you were a burglar.”<br />
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Noah Wonderly rubbed his arm and pulled out a chair beside Molly. “I’m sorry. But, I <i>did</i> knock, you know."<br />
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Molly slid the mysterious note across the table. “Do you have any idea what this is?” she asked, getting right down to business.<br />
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She wanted to gauge Noah’s reaction, certain if he were behind it, the truth would reveal itself immediately. He could never withhold information without the whole truth bleeding out through his shifty brown eyes and seesawing smile. Because of that, Noah was a terrible secret-keeper and an even worse actor.<br />
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When they were kids, Noah was the lousiest performer in the history of neighborhood plays, resulting in Molly having to play both Darth Vader and Princess Leia (which didn’t turn out so well). Even now, Molly could tell by the way Noah shifted his eyes to the right whenever they made eye contact that he had a crush on her.<br />
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But, she was careful not to let on because she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about him. Not yet.<br />
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Noah picked up the crème-colored note and studied both sides of it very thoughtfully, as if taking a test. His eyes narrowed as he mouthed the words of the message quietly to himself.<br />
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Molly couldn’t stand how long he took just to consider a few words on a piece of paper, and immediately concluded that he was much too serious to be part of any practical joke. She snatched the note back from him, a little relieved.<br />
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“Is it some kind of joke?” he asked, helping himself to the bag of cinnamon bears lying open on the table. She allowed it.<br />
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"I thought the same thing,” she said, glad she wasn’t the only one to jump to conclusions.<br />
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“I don’t know. I found it in the mailbox.”<br />
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Noah glanced at the note. “Well, are you going to go up there tonight?”<br />
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Molly thought for a minute, but still didn’t know what her answer should be. She wanted to go. The promise of adventure had definitely piqued her interest. But, at the same time, she felt this deep, lurking fear building up inside her. What if she went all the way up there, only to be met with…<i>nothing</i>?<br />
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“Not sure,” Molly said. “I have to think about it for a little while. I’m trying to decide if it will even be worth the climb.”<br />
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“I don’t think you should go.”<br />
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She looked up, surprised. “Why not?”<br />
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“I just don’t trust it,” he said, revealing a bit of the blood-red remains of his demolished cinnamon bear. “What if it really is a joke?”<br />
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Molly sunk back into her chair, not sure what she should do. She had hoped for a little more support from him than this.<br />
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Noah remained quiet, his mind searching for a solution, a way to help Molly without her having to risk falling victim to some kind of mischief. Noah Wonderly was that kind of friend—the kind to back you up when you didn’t know where to go next, and the kind to offer up solutions to problems that weren’t even his. Molly almost always felt happier when he was around; he had his own way of making everything look brighter, even on a foggy day. San Francisco had a lot of foggy days.<br />
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And he also <i>usually</i> smelled like a clean laundry room.<br />
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Though, that didn’t mean Molly <i>liked</i> Noah, or anything.<br />
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“What about your dad? Would he drive you up and check it out for you?” Noah asked, dropping his chin on his hands.<br />
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“Nope. He’ll be at work. Plus, policemen don’t approve of this kind of correspondence.”<br />
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“You mean, like secret messages?”<br />
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“Yes. Secret messages. Not exactly a police-approved activity. We’ll have to keep this one under wraps. Which means if my dad starts asking questions, you’d better leave. He’ll be able to tell you’re hiding something just by looking at you."<br />
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“What? No he won’t!” Noah jerked upright and ran his hands through his dark hair, as if proving he was smooth and had skills.<br />
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Molly pointed a finger. “That look on your face right now…<i>guilty</i>.”<br />
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“What are you talking about?” A hesitant smile spread across Noah’s face, despite his every effort to tame it.<br />
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Molly laughed.<br />
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“What’s so funny?” asked Noah, laughing now, too, though he wasn’t sure what he was even laughing about. But, that was the thing about Molly, and the whole reason he liked her. Everything about Molly Pepper was contagious, making it that much harder to be around her when she was sad.<br />
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Molly looked up at him. “If I decide to go, will you come with me?”<br />
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Noah wasn’t sure about that. Did he want to go? Not really—who wanted to climb Candlestick Hill <i>ever</i>? Plus, he wasn’t very excited about chasing after an anonymous prankster. It just seemed…stupid, and maybe even a little bit dangerous.<br />
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On the flipside, he never turned down an opportunity to hang out with Molly, especially when it meant the chance to prove he was brave and strong and all that other macho stuff girls liked. What guy wouldn’t want that?<br />
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But, first, he thought he might as well ring in a favor in exchange, and hoped Molly wouldn’t run away screaming at his request. Especially when she found out there might be spiders involved. “Yes,” he said with his shifty eyes. “But I need you to help me with something, first."<br />
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The car backfired when it pulled into the neighborhood, which was the last thing Ruby Dodd wanted to happen seeing as how she was supposed to be undercover.<br />
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Why the bureau didn’t give her something a little more inconspicuous, maybe something made in <i>this</i> decade instead of the one in which she was born, was beyond her. But, she had a job to do, and complaining about vehicle options was not it.<br />
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The ferry ride over had been uneventful, just like every other day for the past month. Although, this morning Ruby couldn’t figure out how the ferry captain could see through the fog enough to land safely on Blue Rock Island instead of crashing into the rocks at the base of the Golden Gate Bridge.<br />
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She was relieved when they docked right on time at ten am. The drive to Penny Lane was a mere five minutes, and she parked in her usual spot around the corner from the stucco rambler, close enough to see the front of the house…but not so close that she would be spotted.<br />
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Ruby eyed her watch and started counting down. She had a feeling something would happen today. It was June 13th, Moody’s five-year anniversary. Just thinking about it made her exhausted—five years of following clues all leading to dead-ends.<br />
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She was this close. <i>This close!</i><br />
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At the thought of victory, Ruby smiled, until a UPS deliveryman wearing brown shorts and a brown shirt emerged from the fog. She sat up straight in her seat when he stopped in front of the small, stucco house and placed something the size of a letter inside the mailbox.<br />
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Ruby looked around for any sign of his truck. Certainly he had other packages to deliver? But, just as she suspected, the UPS man walked to the end of the street, turned the corner, and disappeared. The fog seemed to blot out his existence.<br />
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Ruby panicked. She didn’t know whether to chase after the man or try to intercept the correspondence inside the mailbox before it was discovered.<br />
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She jumped out of her car, ready to spring to action, but stopped at the sight of Molly Pepper already standing in front of the mailbox, peering inside.<br />
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<i>Shoot!</i><br />
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Now it was too late. The UPS man had vanished, and Molly Pepper had already found his message.<br />
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That left Ruby with no other choice. Today she would follow that girl’s every move.<br />
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<br />Heather Helenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816348421981891358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451536551009143796.post-21288416877761265662015-02-27T12:00:00.000-05:002015-02-27T12:00:07.409-05:00Cover Reveal: THE HOUSE ON BLISTER HILL by K.T. Gannon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Title: <i>The House on Blister Hill</i><br />
Author: KT Gannon<br />
Release Date: October 20, 2015<br />
Publisher: Spencer Hill Middle Grade<br />
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Twelve-year-old Neddy Puddy's greatest desire is to settle the score with Delores Shrumm, her arch-enemy and former best friend. But one summer night, a strange snow falls over Neddy's hometown of Heaven's Peak, North Carolina, and nothing will ever be the same again.<br />
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Neddy touches the snow, and it burns, leaving blisters on her hand. But where did the burny snow come from, and what does it portend? The next morning the snow is gone, but when Grandpa Joe dons his bowler hat, sets out with Old Jim Flint on a secret errand, and ends up dead, Neddy has more than a broken heart to deal with. She has a mystery on her hands.<br />
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Why did Grandpa Joe go to that awful, abandoned house on Blister Hill? And why has a carnival pitched its tents on Blister Hill's front lawn? The Carnival of Shivers is no ordinary carnival either. Dead dogs with shining red eyes patrol the carnival's perimeter, and with attractions like Bash the Banshee, The Diabolical Dunking Tank, and the Tent of Pickled Punks, the place seems designed to make kids squirm.<br />
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To make matters worse, all the adults in Heaven's Peak have come down with the floating flu, and can no longer protect their children. When BD Lamb threatens to eliminate each and every bugsnot kid west of the Dismal Swamp, Neddy knows that everyone she loves might disappear with the last fold of the carnival's tents.<br />
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But Neddy is not alone. Despite being dead, Grandpa Joe is still doling out advice from beyond the grave, because Grandpa Joe's spirit is stuck inside his bowler that now rests on top of Neddy's head. With a posse of misfit kids and Old Jim Flint by her side, Neddy will have to face her worst fear and worst heartache, and live to tell the tale.<br />
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In Heaven's Peak, dead things own the world, and darkness has eyes.<br />
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KT Gannon was born in Queens, New York. She studied writing at Columbia University and then received her MSW from New York University. KT worked with victims of violent crime in New York City for years before returning to writing. Now she lives in Arlington, VA with her stuntman-turned-lawyer husband and her three amazing daughters: Ava, Cate and Syd. When KT isn't writing she can be found in the bleachers at Ava's softball game, answering (inadequately) Cate's questions regarding human existence, and reveling in Syd's quiet triumphs.Heather Helenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816348421981891358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451536551009143796.post-42263096949756383952015-01-22T09:00:00.000-05:002015-01-22T11:27:57.243-05:00Cover Reveal: NEVER NEVER by Brianna Shrum<br />
Title: <i>Never Never</i><br />
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James Hook is a child who only wants to grow up.<br />
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When he meets Peter Pan, a boy who loves to pretend and is intent on never becoming a man, James decides he could try being a child—at least briefly. James joins Peter Pan on a holiday to Neverland, a place of adventure created by children’s dreams, but Neverland is not for the faint of heart. Soon James finds himself longing for home, determined that he is destined to be a man. But Peter refuses to take him back, leaving James trapped in a world just beyond the one he loves. A world where children are to never grow up.<br />
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And thus begins the epic adventure of a Lost Boy and a Pirate.<br />
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This story isn’t about Peter Pan; it’s about the boy whose life he stole. It’s about a man in a world that hates men. It’s about the feared Captain James Hook and his passionate quest to kill the Pan, an impossible feat in a magical land where everyone loves Peter Pan.<br />
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<br />Heather Helenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816348421981891358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451536551009143796.post-5403087771281527542015-01-02T21:34:00.000-05:002015-01-02T21:34:10.274-05:00HAPPY NEW YEAR!<b>All of us here at Writers by the Shore would like to wish everyone a very Happy New Year!</b>
May 2015 be filled with loads of great books!Kimmy :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760446480005007108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451536551009143796.post-12507004284720869752014-10-24T05:00:00.000-04:002015-01-22T11:08:05.141-05:00Guest Post: Danielle Ellison - On How I Dealt With My Sutbborn MC (And Giveaway!)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today we'd like to welcome Danielle Ellison author of <i>Follow Me Through Darkness</i> to our blog.<br />
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Thank you so much for taking the time to join us today, Danielle!
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I love my main character. I can slip into her mind on command, figure out what she’d do in a situation, and I could probably even pretend to be her. That’s how well I know her. It’s a feeling that’s really unexplainable, but after four years together, we get each other. This was not always the case because, you see, Neely is very stubborn.<br />
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Even though I know her, she still has the ability to surprise me. (And she uses it!) I wouldn’t say that I know everything about her—just during this blog tour process she completely baffled me in an interview. Neely tells me what I need to know on the basis that I need to know it. This has been our relationship from day one. Because of that, she was the hardest character to develop, and was (sometimes is) the hardest one to write.<br />
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When this story started in my head, I knew it was a girl on the run from something. That was it. I spent days writing and listening—because once I’d started I couldn’t stop. By the end of a week, I knew all about the story. I knew why the girl was running, what she was looking for, what she was trying to do, what the stakes were. I knew about Thorne and what he meant to her, about Sara her stand-in mother, about her father, about Xenith. I knew every character’s names, what they meant to the narrator, who they were to her really everything about them. But I didn’t know much about her. Including her name.<br />
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Even as I pried back pieces of her life story, of herself versus the people around her, I didn’t know her name. I knew, right then, that I was in trouble with her. I wrote 30k words of that very draft without knowing the narrator’s name. I called her “GIRL”. I tried guessing. I tried filling it in with something else, but nothing was right Then, one day, she told me. Just like that. She was ready. “Neely Ambrose, short for Cornelia.” That was it. Once I knew her name, other pieces of information followed.<br />
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I realize all of this sounds crazy—and if you’re not a writer then you probably think I’m nuts!—but this is how it works sometimes. Some characters take on their own life in your head. Some authors have characters talking to them all the time—I’m one of them. Neely was the first one who was so incredibly loud, impossible to ignore, superbly stubborn, and amazing to experience.<br />
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Even after I knew her name it took a long time before I was able to crack her. She’s definitely surrounded herself in an iron wall. She doesn’t like to admit that she’s struggling, to express what she’s feeling, or to let people in. Even as the person telling her story I had trouble busting into her deepest emotions. It was a lot of work, a lot of patience, and tons of trying to get her to be the character she is now. I had to peel back layer after layer and slowly weave it all onto the page. She has to be guarded to survive her world and I’m really pleased with how she turned out, with how much she revealed on the pages of the Follow Me Through Darkness. I think that pain, that guardedness, those layers make her relatable. We all have pieces that we want to hide or not admit or accept. Some of us are just better at pretending we don’t. Neely’s one of them.<br />
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I’m working on the rest of the trilogy right now, and I’m happy to report that Neely is still stubborn, still surprising me with thing she says or does, and I hope she does that until her story is totally finished. It makes all of this more interesting to me, and hopefully to you.<br />
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Danielle Ellison spent of her childhood reading instead of learning math. It's probably the reason she can't divide without a calculator and has spent her life seeking the next adventure. It's also probably the reason she's had so many different zip codes and jobs.<br />
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When she’s not writing, Danielle is usually drinking coffee, fighting her nomadic urges, watching too much TV, or dreaming of the day when she can be British. Danielle is also the author of SALT and STORM, a series about a snarky witch without magic. She has settled in Northern Virginia, for now, but you can always find her on twitter @DanielleEWrites.<br />
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<i>The truth won't always set you free.</i><br />
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Less than a year ago, Neely Ambrose’s biggest worry was having the freedom to follow a path that wasn't chosen for her.<br />
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Less than a year ago, she believed she could trust the Elders who said they had everyone’s best interest at heart and who said they were keeping them safe from the outside.<br />
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Sixty days ago, she discovered what they had planned for everyone she loved—and that all of it centered around her.<br />
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Now she’s on the run through a dangerous wasteland full of killing machines, secret organizations, and people who want to sell her back to the Elders for their own safety. The whole world outside the Compound is living proof that everything in Neely’s life was a lie manufactured by the Elders, which may even include the boy she loves.<br />
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All Neely wants is the truth, but each new piece of it drives her further from what she thought she knew. With only forty days until everyone she loves falls under the Elders’ mind control, Neely must decipher who to trust, what questions to ask, and how to get one step ahead of the Elders, who will do anything to keep their secrets buried.<br />
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It’s crazy, and that’s what I keep telling myself, but it feels right. Like a missing piece has been put back into place. It’s been three hundred years. Of course there’s life outside. And if the Elders are trying to stop it from coming in, then it’s no wonder they aren’t involved in our lives here. They’re trying to be everywhere. The question I can’t understand is why no one asks about the Old World. Hasn’t anyone else wondered?<br />
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Coming September 30, 2014 by Spencer Hill Contemporary<br />
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When I get the chance, I like to participate in Waiting on Wednesday, a
weekly meme hosted by <a href="http://breakingthespine.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://breakingthespine.blogspot.com/</a> that
highlights books we're looking forward to. This week, I'm waiting on <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The Fine Art of Pretending by Rachel Harris! </span><br />
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Now, I have to be honest - I read an ARC from BEA and KNOW how great this book is! But I am planning on getting it for my nook on release day so I can always have it with me! This is now one of my fave YA books of all time.<br />
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Blurb:<br />
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According
to the guys at Fairfield Academy, there are two types of girls: the
kind you hook up with, and the kind you’re friends with.
Seventeen-year-old Alyssa Reed is the second type. And she hates it.
With just one year left to change her rank, she devises a plan to become
the first type by homecoming, and she sets her sights on the perfect
date—Justin Carter, Fairfield Academy’s biggest hottie and most
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With 57 days until the dance, Aly launches Operation Sex Appeal and
sheds her tomboy image. The only thing left is for Justin actually to
notice her. Enter best friend Brandon Taylor, the school’s second
biggest hottie, and now Aly’s pretend boyfriend. With his help,
elevating from “funny friend” to “tempting vixen” is only a matter of
time.<br />
But when everything goes according to plan, the inevitable “break up”
leaves their friendship in shambles, and Aly and Brandon with feelings
they can’t explain. And the fake couple discovers pretending can
sometimes cost you the one thing you never expected to want.</blockquote>
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Title: <i>ONLY ONE DREAM</i> (One, Two, Three #0.5)<br />
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Sixteen-year-old Natalya Pushkaya has only one dream: becoming the best ballerina ever. Dancing's always been who she is and she's working her hardest to land the main role of the School of Performing Arts end of the year recital.<br />
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Prequel novelette of One, Two, Three.</i><br />
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Elodie Nowodazkij was raised in a tiny village in France, where she could always be found a book in hand. At nineteen, she moved to the US, where she learned she'd never lose her French accent. She graduated with a bachelor's degree in Modern Language & Linguistics, and later earned master's degrees in German Cultural Studies and European Studies. Unbeknownst to her professors, she sometimes drafted stories in class. Now she lives in Germany with her husband and their cat (who doesn't seem to realize he's not human), and uses her commuting time to write the stories swirling in her head. She's also a serial smiley user.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451536551009143796.post-81271174467307277692014-08-27T01:00:00.000-04:002014-08-27T01:00:07.204-04:00Waiting on Wednesday!When I get the chance, I like to participate in Waiting on Wednesday, a
weekly meme hosted by http://breakingthespine.blogspot.com/ that
highlights books we're looking forward to. This week, I'm waiting on <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Vision by my writer pal and cover artist, Lisa Amowitz! </span><br />
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<strong>The light is darker than you think…</strong>
</em><br /><br />High school student Bobby Pendell already has his hands
full—he works almost every night to support his disabled-vet father and
gifted little brother. Then he meets the beautiful new girl in town, who
just happens to be his boss’s daughter. Bobby has rules about that kind
of thing. Nothing matters more than keeping his job.<br /><br />When Bobby
starts to get blinding migraines that come with scary, violent
hallucinations, his livelihood is on the line. Soon, he must face the
stunning possibility that the visions of murder are actually real. With
his world going dark, Bobby is set on the trail of the serial killer
terrorizing his small town. With everyone else convinced he’s the prime
suspect, Bobby realizes that he, or the girl he loves, might be killer's
next victim.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Expected publication:
September 9th 2014
by Spencer Hill Press
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Avery Flynn arrives
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But Daniel’s not the
sweet, neurotic guy she remembers—and she wonders if this is her Daniel at all.
Or if someone—some <i>thing</i>—has taken
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Her quest to find
the real Daniel—and get him back—plunges Avery into a world of Fae and
changelings, where creatures swap bodies like humans change their socks, and
magic lives much closer to home than she ever imagined.</div>
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Angelica R. Jackson, in keeping with her scattered Gemini
nature, has published articles on gardening, natural history, web design,
travel, hiking, and local history. Other interests include pets, reading, green
living, and cooking for food allergies (the latter not necessarily by choice,
but she’s come to terms with it). Ongoing projects include short fiction,
poetry, novels, art photography, and children’s picture books.</div>
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critiques and swag from agents and authors to raise money for a no-kill,
cage-free cat sanctuary where she volunteers, Fat Kitty City.</div>
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efforts for Preston Castle (formerly the Preston School of Industry) in
photographs and can sometimes be found haunting its hallways.</div>
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Title: Crow’s Rest</div>
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Formats: Paper, e-book</div>
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Kimmy :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760446480005007108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451536551009143796.post-37455747429261159142014-08-13T01:00:00.000-04:002014-08-13T01:00:00.984-04:00Waiting on Wednesday!When I get the chance, I'd like to participate in Waiting on Wednesday, a weekly meme hosted by http://breakingthespine.blogspot.com/ that highlights books we're looking forward to. This week, I'm waiting on <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Unspeakable by my writer pal, Michelle Pickett! </span><br />
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beautiful, smart, from an influential family, and she dates the most popular
guy in school—Jaden. But she would walk away from it all in a second. Willow is
tormented by lies and suffocating guilt, not the hearts and flowers people
believe her life is full of. </span></div>
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pain, the secret dominates her life. If she hadn’t walked away. If she had
just…but she didn’t. And now she has to live with her choice. But when someone
uncovers her family’s past, they use it against her, crushing her spirit little
by little. She tells herself she just has to make it to graduation. Then she
can leave Middleton, and her secret, far behind.</span></div>
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Willow’s life upside down. He shows her what it feels like to live again, really
live. And suddenly, she isn’t satisfied with just surviving until graduation.
She wants a normal life—with Brody—and he wants her. But the closer they
become, the more it threatens to unravel the secret she’s worked so hard to
hide.</span></div>
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Expected publication:
February 10th 2015
by Clean Teen Publishing
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Kimmy :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760446480005007108noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451536551009143796.post-92039535667183462362014-08-12T11:34:00.000-04:002014-08-12T11:34:09.924-04:00FLAWED by J.L. Spelbring - Release Day Blitz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Title: <i>Flawed</i> (Perfection #2)<br />
Author: JL Spelbring<br />
Release Date: August 12, 2014<br />
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press<br />
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In a world where Hitler won The War, and perfection is constantly sought, Ellyssa has broken free from her austere life and has found another meaning for her existence.<br />
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Family, friendship, and love.<br />
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But her happiness is short lived. Ellyssa finds herself on the run, again. Her father's work didn't die with him, but lives on in her siblings, Aalexis and Xaver, and they are determined to complete his unfinished dream.<br />
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J.L. Spelbring lives in Texas, where she wanders out in the middle of the night to look at the big and bright stars. Besides knocking imaginary bad guys in the head with a keyboard, she enjoys being swept away between the pages of a book, running amuck inside in her own head, pretending she is into running, and hanging out with her kids, who are way too cool for her.<br />
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live. And suddenly, she isn’t satisfied with just surviving until graduation.
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Michelle
is the bestselling author of the young adult novel “PODs.” She was born and
raised in Flint, Michigan, but now lives in a sleepy suburb outside Houston
with her extremely supportive husband, three school-aged children, a 125 pound
“lap dog,” and a very snooty cat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Red
Bull or Monster Khaos are her coffee of choice, and she can’t write without
peanut butter M&amp;Ms and a hoodie. A hopeful romantic; she loves a
swoon-worthy ending that will give her butterflies for days. She writes across
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readers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Michelle
signed her new young adult contemporary novel— Unspeakable, with Clean Teen
Publishing in 2014. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Keep
up-to-date on her current and future projects at her website </span><a href="http://www.michelle-pickett.com./"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">www.michelle-pickett.com.</span></a><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> Find her on her blog </span><a href="http://www.michelle-pickett.com/blog"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">www.michelle-pickett.com/blog</span></a><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> on Twitter @Michelle_kp or drop her an
email </span><a href="mailto:michelle@michelle-pickett.com"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">michelle@michelle-pickett.com</span></a><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">! </span></div>
Kimmy :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760446480005007108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451536551009143796.post-17668903036872455692014-08-06T00:00:00.000-04:002014-08-06T00:00:03.686-04:00COVER REVEAL: TANGLED MAGICK by Jennifer Carson<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It’s been two years since Maewyn Bridgepost discovered her
magick and saved the Wedge from another troll invasion. Now the villagers are
embarking on an age-old tradition, given up after the first invasion, the Great
Expedition. This journey is a chance for the happenies to discover the world
outside their village. But the outside world can be a scary place, and the
happenies soon find themselves knee deep in troll trouble.</div>
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The second book in
the Hapenny Magick series!</div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Cambria,serif;">Jennifer Carson</span></strong>
lives in New Hampshire with her husband, four sons and many furred and
feathered friends. She grew up on a steady diet of Muppet movies and
renaissance faires, and would occasionally be caught reading under the blankets
with a flashlight. Besides telling tales, she also creates fantasy creatures
and characters and publishes her own sewing patterns. In 2010 her first
children’s novel,<em><span style="font-family: Cambria,serif;"> To Find A Wonder</span></em>, was produced as
an original musical at the New London Barn Playhouse in New London, New
Hampshire.</div>
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Title: Tangled Magick</div>
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Author: Jennifer Carson</div>
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Publisher: Spencer Hill Press Middle Grade (<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" target="_blank">www.spencerhillmiddlegrade.com</a>)
Please feel free to use any text, images, links, etc. from our website.</div>
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<span class=""><span style="font-size: 10pt;">ISBN 978-1-63392-000-2
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ISBN 978-1-63392-001-9 Ebook</div>
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Release Date April 21, 2015</div>
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Formats: Paper, e-book, </div>
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<br />Kimmy :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760446480005007108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451536551009143796.post-74269943288121586042014-08-05T08:00:00.000-04:002014-08-14T08:51:50.865-04:00Release Day Blitz: BREATHE FOR ME by Rhonda Helms<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Title: <i>Breathe For Me</i><br />
Author: Rhonda Helms<br />
Release Date: August 5, 2014<br />
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press<br />
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<i>Isabel's been cursed since the Middle Ages.<br />
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Desperate to escape an arranged marriage, she made a hasty bargain with a demon, asking for liberation from an oppressive husband-to-be and the excitement of travel. But the demon's "gift" came at a steep cost. Each time he moves her to a new city, her memory's wiped. No one can touch her bare skin without injury or even death. And she sees the lifespan of every living being (and is, in fact, immortal herself).<br />
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All a constant reminder that she's different than other teen girls.<br />
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But New Orleans seems to accept her as she is. She has friends and a real life in this quirky, hot city. Then Isabel meets Dominic, whose deep soul and strong character draw her to him. Her growing love gives her the courage to confront the demon, insisting the curse be broken. But the demon's price for freedom is much, much higher than she could possibly give.</i><br />
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“You okay?” Dominic asks me.<br />
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I look over at him. His brows are bunched together, his irises dark. He reaches a hand toward mine, then stops and pulls it back. I can’t interpret the look in his eyes.<br />
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Disappointment at his withdrawal creeps through my veins. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I say. Inside my head, I scoff at my stupidity. How quickly I forget who I am when I’m around him. I force my attention back to my paper. “Let’s just concentrate on our project.” My words have a strong bite to them, one I don’t try to hold back. It’s better this way, anyway.<br />
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He sighs, turning away from me.<br />
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For the rest of the period, we work in silence. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him writing furiously.<br />
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I wish I could say I’m productive, but my mind is blocked. No words will pour from my pen. I feel mute, silenced by my own emotions, by the heat from his body that warms my side. The soft scratching sound of him writing on his paper is absorbing, and I close my eyes and just listen, shutting out the world around me. Opening up my heart for one moment in the only safe way I know.<br />
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The bell rings, jarring me out of my fog. I gather my books and stand quickly, edging away from my desk.<br />
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Dominic grabs my hand.<br />
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The gesture stops me in my tracks. The warmth from his palm seeps through my glove, absorbs into my skin, fuses with my cells and tiny hairs and molecules and veins.<br />
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I turn to face him.<br />
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He rises from his seat, still gripping me. “Please don’t run from me anymore,” he asks, his voice raw. His eyes are wide, piercing mine with a tiny sliver of hurt and...some other emotion. It seems a little familiar, but I can’t quite figure it out at the moment. I’m too distracted by the sensory overload of him.<br />
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“I’m sorry,” I say, pouring earnestness into my voice.<br />
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He shakes his head slowly. His eyes swirl with shades of blue, and he peers down at me with no disguise or veil to protect himself. In this moment, I can see everything inside him. I recognize that emotion in his gaze as desire.<br />
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Desire—for me.<br />
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The air whooshes from my lungs. The stirrings of my own longing match his, slamming to the surface of my skin in a heated fervor. My pulse speeds up.<br />
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“No more apologies, Isabel,” he says, then loosens his grip on my imprisoned hand, his thumb sliding down the center of the covered palm.<br />
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I shiver at the sensation, exhaling a shaky breath. “I... Okay.” I can barely think, barely move. I am captured, locked in a state of perfect being. Frozen in one perfect moment.<br />
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“Read this,” he says, pressing a folded paper into my hand.<br />
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And then, he’s gone. I remain in my spot for a moment, holding on to this feeling.<br />
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Tucking it safely away in my mind, where I can experience it over and over again for as long as possible. I force myself to take several slow breaths to focus my mind, slip the note into my pocket for when I can read it in privacy. Then I head to my next class, carrying secret thoughts of Dominic with me.<br />
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Rhonda Helms started writing several years ago. She has a Master's degree in English and a Bachelor's degree in Creative Writing. She also edits for Carina Press (an imprint of Harlequin Publishing) and freelance edits.<br />
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When she isn't writing, she likes to do amateur photography, dig her toes into the sand, read for hours at a time, and eat scads of cheese. WAY too much cheese.<br />
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Rhonda lives in Northeast Ohio with her family.<br />
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Following his parents' ugly divorce, Jake Oliver chooses to
move with his father to a remote corner of Connecticut. Bad enough their new
home turns out to be a fenced-in dump in the middle of nowhere, but it seems
that the previous owner, his dad’s late Uncle Horace, had been the local
crackpot ridiculed by the community for his belief that a Bigfoot roamed the
vast woodland preserve that lay beyond the property. Not everything about
Jake’s new life is bad, though. His job at the local market is okay, and it
doesn’t hurt that his coworker is pretty Nell Davis. But when odd things start
to happen, like weird calls in the dead of night, stones thrown by an unseen
assailant, and lingering foul odors wafting on the breeze, Jake starts to
believe that maybe old Horace wasn’t so crazy after all. With Nell’s help, Jake
is determined to make a name for himself by proving to the world that the
mythical Sasquatch is alive and well and living in the woods just on the other
side of that fence.</div>
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Andrea Schicke Hirsch has been a bookseller, editor and
copywriter, teacher and paralegal. She
studied theatre and English at Fordham University and has a Master’s degree in
Education from the University of Bridgeport. A Connecticut native, she lives in
Wilton with her family. This is her first YA novel.</div>
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Kimmy :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760446480005007108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451536551009143796.post-21240937078313529852014-07-09T00:00:00.000-04:002014-07-09T00:00:09.336-04:00COVER REVEAL: PARALLEL TRIANGLES by Kimberly Ann Miller<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Release date: April 28th 2015<br />
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press<br />
Formats: Paper, e-book<br />
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How does a cruise change your life?</div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana, geneva;">Carly Carmichael has one goal in
life--to perform on Broadway. She refuses to have a Plan B because she's
never needed one--until now. When Carly's parents send her on a cruise
as a graduation present, she takes her best friend and their boyfriends
along with her. Once the ship sails into the Bermuda Triangle, Carly
finds herself unable to sing or walk, much less perform. And things just
go downhill from there. Hoping for help from the ship's doctor, she
ends up with more questions than answers about the mystery behind the
Bermuda Triangle and why her life is now unrecognizable. If Carly can't
get her real life back on track, she may end up spending the next sixty
years trapped in a life the Triangle chooses for her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana, geneva;">Kimberly Ann Miller
received Bachelor's degrees from Georgian Court University and Rutgers
University and a Master's degree from The University of Medicine and
Dentistry of New Jersey. She’s an avid reader and particularly enjoys
true crime and young adult novels. She grew up in New Jersey and
currently lives in Monmouth County with her husband and three cats. When
she's not writing, she loves to travel to sunny islands where she
snorkels by day and stargazes by night. She always takes her Nook.</span></div>
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<br />Kimmy :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760446480005007108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451536551009143796.post-64957296997459725402014-06-23T00:30:00.000-04:002014-06-23T00:30:02.919-04:00COVER REVEAL: Watch Your Back<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">When
sixteen-year-old Kate hears the boom that ends her parents’ life, she
doesn’t even realize it has anything to do with her. Until the police
arrive at her front door. </span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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to live with her aunt at a ski school in Vermont, Kate tries to adapt
to her new life. But then Kate’s aunt is hit by a speeding car and a
rogue FBI agent tries to force Kate into his car at gunpoint. She’s
saved by Ryan, the risk-taking skier she’s only just met. </span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">On
the run, the two must unravel the truth about her parents’ murder in
order to stop a terrorist plot and save their own lives.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
</span>Kimmy :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760446480005007108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451536551009143796.post-84942944127190709442014-06-10T01:00:00.000-04:002014-06-10T01:00:09.668-04:00COVER REVEAL: ALMOST MAGIC by Kathleen Bullock<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today, we’d like to introduce you to ALMOST MAGIC by Kathleen Bullock.<br />
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Ever since she turned twelve, Apple Bramblewood’s life has been plagued
by visits from weird creatures. It seems she is a rare Attractor, a
Wizard whose sole talent is solving the clamorous demands of very odd
beings, usually in the most unorthodox, haphazard, and klutzy ways.
Apple doesn’t want to be an Attractor; her most passionate goal is to
attend the ordinary middle school with ordinary kids where her perfect
older sister, Cornelia, is allowed to go. Her parents have no doubts
about Cornelia’s magical prowess, but Apple seems destined to be
home-schooled forever.</div>
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<b>Author Bio</b><i>:</i></div>
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In addition to <i>Almost Magic</i>, Kathleen Bullock is the author of<i> Far Corners</i> (Time Travel/ Historic) and <i>The End of Dominion</i> (MG/YA
Fantasy). She is the author-illustrator of ten picture books for
children (Simon & Schuster and other publishers), a winner of the
ABA Before Columbus Award for Illustration, and a first place winner in
the 2011 Surrey International Writing Contest. She works as a free-lance
author/illustrator for Guardian Angel Books and magazine and for
Incentive Publications (now owned by World Book, Inc.) illustrating over
one hundred educational books and programs. Kathleen lives with her
boisterous, extended family in beautiful Southern Oregon.</div>
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Title: Almost Magic</div>
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Author: Kathleen Bullock</div>
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Publisher: Spencer Hill Press Midgrade (<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" target="_blank">www.spencerhillmiddlegrade.com</a>) </div>
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ISBN 978-1-939392-11-4 Paperback</div>
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ISBN 978-1-939392-12-1 Ebook</div>
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Release Date: May 2015</div>
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Formats: Paper, e-book</div>
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If you’d like to request an ARC, please use the reviewer form on our website.</div>
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Kimmy :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15760446480005007108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451536551009143796.post-5820351262842479692014-05-27T00:30:00.000-04:002014-05-27T00:30:03.249-04:00COVER REVEAL: LITTLE MISS EVIL by Bryce Leung and Kristy Shen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When you live in a
volcano, ride to school in a helicopter, and regularly see your dad on the news
with the caption “EVIL GENIUS” underneath his picture, it takes a lot to rattle
you. </div>
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Until
you get a message that says: <i>We have your father. Deliver the NOVA in 24
hours or we will kill him.</i></div>
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What’s a NOVA, you ask? It’s a nuclear bomb capable of turning the city
into a radioactive mushroom cloud, and ever since Fiona’s dad built it, it’s
caused nothing but grief. But telling him to stop building weapons is like
telling Michelangelo to stop painting.</div>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">And that’s why thirteen-year-old Fiona has a flamethrower strapped to
her arm. After all, who’d mess with a girl who can throw fireballs?</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Bryce and Kristy are a tag-team writing duo with way too
many voices in their heads. As engineers living in Toronto, they can’t be safely
contained by mere cubicle walls, and therefore must spend every other waking
moment writing to keep the crazy from leaking out at the office. When not
writing or working, they spend their time parachuting into volcanoes and riding
polar bears while tossing dynamite at rabid kangaroos. Yup, that’s right.
Sometimes <i>they</i> can’t even believe how
awesome their lives are.</span></div>
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Author: Bryce Leung and Kristy Shen</div>
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Publisher: Spencer Hill Press Midgrade (<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" target="_blank">www.spencerhillmiddlegrade.com</a>) </div>
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ISBN 978-1-939392-10-7 Ebook</div>
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Release Date March 2015</div>
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Formats: Paper, e-book</div>
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