Book Spotlight: LEGEND OF THE STORM SNEEZER by Kristiana Sfirlea @KristianasQuill #FridayFeature

Legend Seeker. Part-time Ghost Hunter. Time Traveler.

Thirteen-year-old Rose Skylar sneezed a magical storm cloud at birth, and it’s followed her around ever since. But when “Stormy” causes one too many public disasters, Rose is taken to Heartstone, an asylum for unstable magic. Its location? The heart of a haunted forest whose trees have mysteriously turned to stone.

They say the ghosts are bound to the woods … then why does Rose see them drifting outside the windows at night? And why is there a graveyard on the grounds filled with empty graves? Guided by her future selves via time traveling letters, Rose and Marek—best friend and potential figment of her imagination—must solve the mystery of the specters and the stone trees before the ghosts unleash a legendary enemy that will make their own spooks look like a couple of holey bed sheets and destroy Heartstone Asylum.

Letters from the future are piling up. Rose can’t save Heartstone herself. However, five of herselves, a magical storm cloud, and a guardian angel who might very well be imaginary? Now that’s a silver lining.

But will they find what killed the ghosts before what killed the ghosts finds them?

Details:

Genre: Fantasy

Age category: Middle Grade

Publisher: Monster Ivy Publishing

Release Date: May 5th 2020

Links:

Amazon pre-order: https://amzn.to/2SzJNEc

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/51456053-legend-of-the-storm-sneezer

Excerpt:

Oh, the joys of being your own babysitter! Self-employment had never tasted so sweet. Yes, lack of pay was a slight disadvantage, but why would a girl be counting coins when she could be counting the steps from her house to the heart of a forbidden forest?

     Of course, just because she was her own babysitter didn’t mean she was alone strolling the backwoods of her family’s estate. Rose was never alone, not with the little gray storm cloud following her wherever she went. Inside, outside, in the bathtub or in bed, there it was dripping raindrops like a runny nose. Lightning combed her curls till every strand was a live wire and the thunder…well, like most uncomfortable noises, thunder picked the absolute worst times to crack. Her storm cloud was, without any competition, the biggest nuisance in the domain of Chunter Woods.

     Gosh, she loved that thing.

     “I’m a good babysitter, aren’t I?” Rose asked her storm cloud. Stormy considered this, fluttering in thought, and patted her head affirmatively. Her hair poofed like a kernel of popcorn. “Thought so.” She nodded in satisfaction.

     She really was a good babysitter. Qualified in all babysitting necessities such as storytelling, how to open child safety locks, and—“Can we do that thing where you sock someone in the stomach when they’re choking?”

     Stormy swooped, ramming between her ribs with the force of a fist. She belly-flopped on the ground, supplies spilling out of her rucksack. “Good,” she wheezed. “Good to know.”

About the Author:

Kristiana Sfirlea is a writer of MG fantasy involving time travel and things that go bump in the night.

As an author, Kristiana knows what it means to get in character. She spent five years volunteering as a historical reenactor and trying her best not to catch her skirts on fire as a colonial girl from the 1700s (leading cause of death at the time next to childbirth). Working at a haunted house attraction, she played a jumping werewolf statue, a goblin in a two-way mirror, and a wall-scratcher — so if she’s standing very still, growling, checking her reflection, or filing her nails on your wall, be alarmed. Those are hard habits to break.

A proud homeschool graduate, Kristiana credits much of her development as a writer to her schooling experience, which also helped her combat a learning disability, dyslexia, and clear the path for her love of reading. Inspired by a local oddity, the Sweetreads Bookmobile, Kristiana dreams of the day she can run her own mobile bookstore. Or haunted house attraction. Or both. Look out, world — here comes a haunted bookmobile! (And this is precisely why writers should never become Uber drivers.) She loves Jesus, her family, and imaginary life with her characters.​

Pre-Order The Rite of Abnegation

The long-awaited sequel to the acclaimed #YA #fantasy #TheRiteofWands is now available for pre-order!

When Lochlann becomes nervous about his upcoming Rite of Wands ceremony, his older brother, Mierta McKinnon, reassures him everything will be okay. But when Lochlann staggers out of his ceremony and refuses to use magic, Mierta is determined to find out why.

Meanwhile, the kingdom of Vandolay is under attack by a dangerous, unidentified creature, and Mierta’s father, Mortain McKinnon, requests his son’s assistance to help aid the injured.

But the people of Vandolay aren’t the only ones Mierta must save when someone he holds dear comes face-to-face with the creature and their life hangs in the balance.

Now Mierta must draw upon his strength and his newly acquired magic skills to defeat a dangerous foe and save everyone from death.

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Book Excerpt: The Binge Watcher’s Guide to Doctor Who, Series 11, Jodie Whittaker

Introduction

Don’t be scared. All of this is new to you, and new can be scary. Now we all want answers. Stick with me — you might get some.

– 13th Doctor

I was a young child when my dad first introduced me to the Doctor, back when Peter Davison was on the air. The show was being broadcast on our local PBS station at the time, and my parents still owned one of those really old televisions that had six channels max. Honestly, I can’t remember why I loved the fifth incarnation of the Doctor as much as I did, but perhaps; it was simply because he was my first Doctor.

As any long-time fan of the show will tell you, you’ll always remember the actor playing the Doctor that you first met. 

When it was announced in 2017 that the next actor to take the reins of the Doctor’s big blue telephone box – the TARDIS (or Time and Relative Dimension in Space, for those in the know) – would be revealed after the Wimbledon Men’s Final, I couldn’t wait for the tennis match to end. The Sun, a UK newspaper, had previously reported an alleged leak stating that British actor Kris Marshall was going to be the new Doctor Who, and that he had already started filming. Whether or not he was destined to be the 13th incarnation of the legendary sci-fi character was uncertain, however, lives were about to be changed.

On July 16, 2017, Doctor Who fans around the world were treated to a minute-long reveal trailer. This was something that had never been done before! Normally, a new Doctor would be introduced to the fandom through an interview, or simply a previously recorded hello from the actor. However, this time was special. This time fans got to experience a scene exclusively with the new owner of the TARDIS.

(There are a surprising number of pledge levels for this book. $10 (USD) simply gets you the e-book edition of the book in the format of your choosing. $17 brings you a Trade Paperback edition or $27 for the Hardcover edition. $35 will get you a limited edition signed copy, and $100 will get it signed and an acknowledgment in all three editions of the book.)

To find out more about the book, including how to pledge, click here.

Book Spotlight: The Bibliophile by Christy Sloat

Title: The Bibliophile

Author: Christy Sloat

Publisher: CHBB Publishing

Release: October 14th

As a lover of books, Adam Giordano was accustomed to getting lost in the beauty of the written word. But never quite so literally. Cracking open the pages of one unique hardcover transports him to Colonial America on the verge of war.

There, he meets a wild, Native American beauty by the name of Rose, whose life he fears is directly in the path of the brewing storm of battle. Enraptured by her, he struggles to find a way to save her from a history that may already be written.

Will Adam’s attempt at rescuing her prevent Rose from becoming the historical beacon she was meant to be?

Book Spotlight: Pack of Freaks by Jennifer Zamboni #urbanfantasy #newrelease #giveaway

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Being alpha isn’t easy.

Gretchen wants a normal life: working in the salon, making music, and settling in with her new pack. If only her wolf side wouldn’t make decisions without her.

She survived betrayal and the fight for her freedom, so relationship issues and a group of fae-blooded circus freaks in her kitchen should be a breeze. But a plea from another pack and the exposure of the fae, including werewolves, to the human world just might tip the scale on her sanity.

Good thing she has good friends, a man who loves her, and music that soothed the savage beast.

Join Gretchen as she gives in to romance, discovers new truths about old friends, and embraces her role as alpha.

Author Interview: Tasha Madison #ya #fantasy #historicalfantasy #historicalfiction #fabricofageneration #authoracademyelite #authorinterview #FridayFeature @theTashaMadison

Today, I’m fortunate to present Tasha Madison, author of Fabric of a Generation.

Hi Tasha, thanks for agreeing to this interview!!! 

Question 1) What part of the world do you come from? 

(I’ve lived all over, but) I’m from Seattle, Washington.

Question 2) What do you think makes a good story? 

As a reader, my expectations are genre-specific. A crime novel needs suspense. A romance novel needs passion. However, as a writer, I believe a good story requires a bit more … Thoughtful planning. Attention to detail. A penchant for crafting relatable characters. 

Question 3) What inspired you to write your first book? 

Like most things, for me at least, I was inspired to write my debut novel, Fabric of a Generation, while watching TV or doing some mundane household task. The seed of the idea came to me inextricably in a flash. Over time, the story germinated as I cultivated the plot and started to develop the various characters. 

Question 4) What is your work schedule like when you’re writing? 

Immersive! When I am writing, I tend to neglect all other things. I narrow my focus, and I submerge myself into the world I am creating. My sister sometimes has to send me text reminders to eat. I completely lose track of time. My family jokes that they forget what I look like until I emerge from my writer’s haven with a manuscript in hand. 

Question 5) What would you say is your interesting writing quirk? 

When I am feeling less than inspired (aka writer’s block), and I am having difficulty typing out the words I want to say on my laptop, I always revert back to pen and paper. It works every time! There’s something about scribbling your thoughts by hand that forces you to overcome distractions and think more thoughtfully about what you wish to say.

Question 6) Give us the title and genre of your latest book. 

My book is called, Fabric of a Generation. It is a family saga that morphs into a historical fantasy novel.

Question 7) What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your book? 

I was surprised most by the different perspectives I received from book cover designers. It’s always interesting to see how others interpret your brainchild. 

Question 8) Do you have an excerpt from your current work you’d like to share? 

Here is a 3-page excerpt from the end of Chapter 5:

Miranda navigated through mountains of gaudy souvenirs and meaningless tchotchkes. Although she did not search for anything, in particular, she inexplicably followed her curiosity. She opened a trunk sullied with age but found nothing but old textbooks and sports memorabilia from when her parents attended college. 

After scouring heaps of other junk stuffed under shelves or inside cabinets, Miranda gave up her impromptu quest. She somberly headed back toward the faded rocking chair but, before she could complete her return to boredom, her feet collided into something on the floor.

She partially caught herself but not without her head converging with one of the unfinished floorboards. Thankfully, her hands, forearms, and feet managed to brace her athletic frame from any real injury. Miranda shook her head from side to side as if cleaning out cobwebs from a derelict piece of furniture.

“Ow!” she bellowed to herself, more embarrassed than hurt. 

She circumspectly raised her body and turned to see what had caused her to stumble. An unmarked cardboard box rested on the edge of her right foot. 

“Stupid box!” Miranda chastised, kicking the inanimate object with the force she generally reserved for one of her soccer matches.

As her foot disciplined the carton, the flaps of the box thumped open and spilled some of its contents onto the attic floor. Miranda, still angry, stooped down to inspect the items. She first examined a forest green book tied closed with a mint-green, silk ribbon. When she unfastened the ribbon, the volume burst open to uncover a cookbook printed in 1946. The original owners had treated the book as a historical catalog to chronicle issues affecting their family, stuffing it with newspaper clippings, holiday greetings, sympathy cards, and several handwritten recipes. The tattered spine of the worn book and shredded edges of the pages annoyed Miranda. She casually leafed through the cookbook, unimpressed. Then, she sloppily retied the ribbon and cast the book aside.

Next, Miranda flipped through a stack of cards and crafts she and her brother had made for their parents over the years. She found greetings they had created for Mother’s Day and Father’s Day as well as childhood doodles that had once decorated the kitchen fridge. What a bunch of junk! Miranda thought as she skimmed over the other items on the floor.

Miranda started to scoop everything up and dump it back into the now-crumpled cardboard square when she glimpsed a tuft of fabric out of the corner of her eye, tucked into the edge of the askance box. She gingerly released the wedged fabric, revealing a vibrantly colored shawl.

Miranda, entranced by the dramatic swirls of color and romantic wisps of woven thread, held the cloth in her hands. She observed its alluring charm like an anthropologist who had made a discovery of a rare find. Although large and almost cape-like, the shawl had delicately feminine features.

The dyed strands elegantly incorporated tinges of flushed and pale hues. Flaming orbs of color cast a deep summer glow on the design. Miranda inhaled the golden opulence until her eyes settled upon a mystery thread used parsimoniously like brilliant flashes of sunlight. Her gaze continued to the gossamer-like layers of embroidery where the hem of the shawl met the passionately intricate layers of fringe.

She gently ran her hands over the hemstitching, brazenly admiring its beauty. Then, she smiled and rapidly jumped to her feet. She stood in front of the vintage, full-length mirror nestled in the corner. Although the glass had heavy mottling, she could still visibly see herself. She swung the shawl around her body, letting the dance-like movement of the fringe parade across her shoulders.

“What happened to my reading glasses, dear?” Miranda asked her reflection in a venerable tone. “I can’t find them anywhere!” she proclaimed. “Did I put them in my pockets? No? Maybe in my purse? Oh, wait. They’re right where I left them … on the top of my head! I guess I am too ancient to remember!” she sneered as she chuckled at her rendition of her grandmother’s flagrant absentmindedness.

Suddenly, a shadow flickered across the edges of the mirror and interrupted her mirth. Miranda flinched. Her fingers grew cold. She felt a gust of air and shuddered uncontrollably. She wrapped the shawl around her trembling body, crossing her arms over her chest for additional warmth. She stared into the center of the mirror and examined it. The shawl that had once mesmerized Miranda now seemed to numb her entire body.

Confusion emptied her mind. Her eyes became useless. Shadows flashed before them. Miranda caged her eyes and tossed her head rapidly from side to side in an attempt to free it from the muddled images that settled there. She searched for clarity but found nothing until slowly, very slowly, she opened her eyes and saw candles flickering on the walls around her, exposing a slender corridor.

Question 9) What can we expect from you in the future?   

I love all things history. So, you can expect a lot more historical fiction from me.

Question 10) What was the best money you ever spent as a writer? 

The best money I ever spent as a writer was on a vintage Royal typewriter. Sometimes, when I need to court the muse, I’ll bang on the keys from time to time. It makes me feel connected to past writers and all of the unwritten stories that remain within so many people that have yet to be told. 

Question 11) How can we contact you or find out more about your books? 

You can reach out to me via any of my social media channels or online at: www.FabricofaGeneration.com.

Instagram: @thetashamadison

Twitter: @theTashaMadison

Facebook (Author Page): https://www.facebook.com/theTashaMadison

Facebook (Book Page): https://www.facebook.com/FabGenBook

Amazon.com Pre-Order Link:

Barnes & Noble Pre-Order Link:

Book Spotlight: Wake The Dead by @Rourkewrites

Wake the Dead
Written by Stacey Rourke
Genre: Dark Fantasy
Release Date: Feb 28, 2019
Preorder Link: https://amzn.to/2svLLrg

Blurb:

With a touch of her hand, Octavia Hollows can restore life. Yet, she couldn’t save the man she loved from the horrific accident that stole him from her. Octavia thought she could outrun the pain, but ghosts from the past refuse to be silenced. Out of options, she chooses to retrace her wayward journey across the country in search of answers. Surrounded by baffling mysteries of the undead, what she learns about herself along the way might become her greatest weapon.

Seattle, Washington: Land of cloudy skies and a great cup of coffee. 
Octavia blew into town in search of information, only to get swirled up in a paranormal predicament even she couldn’t fathom. A neonatal nurse is dead, and her young patient is aging at an alarming rate.

Can Octavia unlock the secrets to this confusing curse before time runs out?