Monday, December 30, 2013

2013: It Was a Good Year

2013 was an amazing year for me. I finally got to see two life-long dreams of mine come true--one, I published a novel, and two, I got to hold my very own books in my hands. It was incredible. I don't think there will ever be anything like it.

BUT! There's more!

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Feudlings is on Amazon's top 100 books for 2013!!!

This has been a tough month. Lots of health issues, lots of family issues. My writing has suffered. I'm a slacker. And I'm a drama queen, so of COURSE I was sitting around feeling sorry for myself (It's a drama queen thing. Really), when one of my sweet friends and fellow author at Astraea Press pointed out the most exciting thing ever.

Fuedlings has made it onto Amazon's top 100 books for 2013 in the Teens and Children's category.

Amazon 2013 Top 100 in Kids and Teens

She posted it on one of our pages. I read it, and she was so excited, and I couldn't figure out why because, as previously mentioned, I stay off Amazon and I thought this was just another rank that comes and goes hourly. But she used Unicorns and Popcorn in her post, so I figured it must be bigger than I suspected. So I checked again.

It was.

This is for the entire year. This doesn't change. Feudlings is ON THAT LIST forever. There are a gazillion books published on Amazon each year, and the YA market is huge. So for Feudlings to make that list...I was completely blown away. And very excited. And now I go back to the link and stare at my pretty book on that list and wonder how this is possible. And I squeal. A lot.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

A Feudlings Warrior Beautiful Christmas

Hey there! Are you ready for the Christmas story I promised you? Blogger always messes up my formatting so I posted it on Wattpad--go check it out!!

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

2013 Debut Author Giveaway Hop

Hey there! So I'm playing in this awesome blog hop where you can win SUCH awesome prizes at each stop--and there's over 80 blogs participating! Here at my blog, you can win FOUR ebooks!! To win, just enter the rafflecopter below and then bounce on to the rest of the stops to enter lots of other contests!!

a Rafflecopter giveaway And here's the rest of the blog hop! Have fun!

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Book Spotlight! Stolen Luck by Jaclyn Weist

Jaclyn is one of my dear friends and I love her to pieces. I've been around while she's been editing her debut novel, Stolen Luck, and I was so excited to read it! I finally got my hands on it and it's amazing. Check it out! Ohoh! AND enter the rafflecopter below to win!

Monday, November 18, 2013

My Plea to Brand New Authors

So, I've been slacking lately. Sorry about that. No wait, actually, I've been writing like a fiend, so I haven't been slacking-slacking. But I've been neglecting my blog and I haven't posted for a week. *hangs head in shame*

But this post has been on my mind a lot, and it's super important to me. It's aimed specifically at brand new authors, but it's really for every published author. This is my debut year. In this year, I've published five books. Feudlings came out in March, and from the second it went live on Amazon, I was checking its rankings.


Like, for the first few months, I was on Amazon at least four times a day. Maybe more. And as the rankings rose and fell, so did my moods. It was a roller coaster. And as each book came out, I did the same thing until Amazon was completely controlling my life--my time, my moods, my ability to write...

And then Warrior Beautiful released. It's doing fantastic now, but the first week or so, it wasn't. And the bottom dropped out of my world. I loved this book so much and I couldn't figure out how no one else shared this love. It's my best writing ever! I decided it wasn't worth it. I wasn't writing any more. I deleted all my works-in-progress. *Click* and they were gone. I cried. I moped. I didn't do anything because I was lost without my writing (I'm a tad dramatic).

Totally me


Then we went to Goblin Valley State Park. I didn't have the internet. I didn't even have a computer because we didn't have electricity and my phone had no service. We were completely cut off. And I had an epiphany.
I'm not writing for the rank on Amazon. I'm not writing for anyone but me. I'm thrilled when someone loves my stories, but that isn't why I write. I write because I don't want to be a murderer (if this confuses you, go here). I can't control the rank on Amazon. I can't control whether people buy my book, and in the old days before Amazon, no one had even heard of a rank, and THEY still wrote!

So I banned myself from Amazon. I don't go on Amazon (well, I do, but not to check my rank. Girl gotta shop, yo!), I don't want to know my sales numbers, I don't look at reviews unless someone points a fabulous one out to me and then I'm all squeeing and bouncing.

The change has been phenomenal. I can write again. Before, I felt stifled. Everything I wrote, I wondered if someone else would like it. Now, I write for me. I write what makes me happy and the creativity is really opening up again. I control my moods, not Amazon. And I remember why I write in the first place.

So my plea is this--PLEASE don't let Amazon ruin your life. Don't obsess over rankings that don't make sense and don't matter anyway. In the end, if your book does well or doesn't, is it going to matter in your writing? Write because you love to write. Write because you have stories to tell. Write because you don't want to be a murderer. But don't write because you have to tell another story just to keep your rank up. Or down. Or whatever it is when it's good. It doesn't matter. It really doesn't. The book is going to do what it will do whether you're checking it every hour or not. So why do it?

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

 What do Witches, Elves, and Greek Gods (Oh My) have in common? They are part of the romantic Christmas anthology, A Fantasy Christmas, written by Cindy C Bennett, Stephanie Fowers, and Sherry Gammon

Banished from the South Pole, Kara tries to carve out a new life among the elves of the North. It’s not easy with a secret to protect—a secret she's cursed with by the unusual circumstances of her heritage: half-elf, half-fairy. In the North, she’s assigned to work with Seb on a special project. He's the most gorgeous elf she’s ever seen - and the orneriest. 
As if being banished wasn’t punishment enough. 
Seb introduces her to Trystin, a fairy from the nearby fairy forest. Trystin discerns her secret right away and promises to teach her how to use the powers given to her by the very thing she’s fighting to keep hidden.

Check out Cindy C Bennett's web page for more information on her.

Nothing is simple for Aphrodite’s daughter, especially love. 
Scorned by society in regency England, Affry longs for romance. Upon encountering a dashing nobleman at her aunty's Christmas' ball, Affry gets caught in a lovely intrigue with disastrous results. Worse, she wins the interest of the gods. 

Now the furies of the underworld and Hades himself are after her. When all is fair in war,  Affry must use love as her weapon—but only for the one who’s stolen her heart. 

Check out Stephanie Fowers' web page for more information on her.

Loving Marigold by Sherry Gammon

Author of Unlovable, Unbelievable, Not So Easy and more)

Young Marigold Yarrow has a secret. She’s also in love with Jack Mahoney. In the middle of her ninth grade year, Jack's family up and moves to Port Fare, New York, leaving the small town of Sugar Maple, West Virginia - and Marigold - far behind.

Nine years later Jack and Marigold meet again. They join forces to weed out the shady Abbott boys. The unscrupulous brothers are illegally selling moonshine near her home on Sugar Maple Ridge. And they'll do anything to get Marigold to leave the ridge. Anything. This time it may be magic that tears Jack and Marigold apart.

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Sunday, November 10, 2013

Book Spotlight--Frogs and Toads by Stacy Lynn Carroll

Doesn't this look super cute? Check it out!

One kiss can change the future...for better or for worse.
Belle and her cousins have conquered their fears. Now as they navigate their way through the dating world, they start to see a "happily ever after" on the horizon. But when an unexpected school assignment forces them to examine their past, the Princess sisters realize they have a lot of questions about the fathers they've never met. Secrets are revealed, long lost family members are discovered, and now the girls must decide who belongs in their future and who should be kept in the past.

Sounds awesome, right? Here's an excerpt!

Chapter Eight
Cinderella sat back in her chair, completely stunned.  She licked her lips, which were growing drier by the second.  She started to raise her hand, in preparation to ask a question, but she didn’t know what to ask.  She didn’t know where to even begin.
The few brief moments in her life when she tried bringing up her father resulted in Dana usually being angry and bitter.  Then she typically followed it with guilt.  “Why would you even bring him up?  Haven’t I been a good enough parent to you?”  Blah blah blah.  Cinderella had even tried to Google him once, but without the knowledge of his last name, she knew she wouldn’t get anywhere.  All she knew about him was that his name was Steven...or Stephen.  Since she wasn’t sure how it was spelled, she tried both.  “Stephen” brought up 94, 600, 000 results.  “Steven” brought up 528, 000, 000.  The only thing the search had taught Cinderella was Steven with a V was clearly a more popular spelling.
She wanted to ask a question about the assignment, but didn’t know where to start.  She quickly gave up and dropped her head into her hands.  Cinderella was not looking forward to talking to her mom tonight.
Aurora and Ariel exchanged worried looks.  Their father was in jail, that’s all they knew.  After hearing from their aunts how abusive he was to their mother, they didn’t really care to know any more.  What kind of man could hurt such a tender, sweet woman like Rachel?  They made a pact when they were young not to bring him up, or even think about him.  They had each other, their mom, their cousins and aunts.  They didn’t need to know about a man who still gave their mother nightmares.  The few times he was brought up when they were little resulted in Rachel freezing in terror, shaking violently, or having a full-on panic attack.  She couldn’t talk about him, she couldn’t even look at wedding pictures without losing it completely.  The girls had a vague idea of what he looked like, from glancing at the pictures a few times.  But the pictures were destroyed one night after Rachel had gone to bed, when Dana and Mary came into their house and burned them all.  When the twins had questioned them, their aunts simply said it was for Rachel’s own good and then left quietly as soon as the deed was done.
Several years ago Rachel received word that he had been transferred from the California state prison to the one in Draper, Utah.  He had gotten in a fight with another prisoner or something.  The girls didn’t really know the details surrounding his transfer, nor did they care.  But they had never seen Rachel so scared in all their lives.  Even though Draper was a good 40 minutes south of Layton, Rachel was seriously contemplating whether she should pack up the twins and move.  Thankfully her sisters had been able to talk her down.
“Do we have to explore both our mom and our dad’s sides of the family?” Ariel asked without raising her hand.
“In order to complete the family tree, yes,” their teacher replied.  “You can choose which side to explore further, but you need to at least know the basics of both of your family lines.”
Ariel blew out a huge breath, shooting her blonde bangs into the air.  She hadn’t even realized she’d been holding it in.  Now she wished she could take that breath back.  Maybe if I forgot to breathe and passed out, I could play the sick card and get out of this assignment.  She heard a similar exhalation from her sister and looked over at her.  Call it twin intuition or whatever you want, but from the look Aurora gave her, she knew they were thinking the exact same thing.
Snow White sat in her desk, wringing her hands silently on her lap.  She felt completely dumbfounded.  She didn’t even know her dad’s name!  The few times he was brought up, her aunts simply referred to him as “the sperm donor”.  When she questioned her mom, Elizabeth would just treat her like a little kid and say the stork had dropped her off.  No matter how much pushing or questioning she had done, Snow White always came up empty.  Maybe she didn’t really have a father at all.  Maybe her aunts weren’t kidding when they said he was a sperm donor.  It’s not like her mom ever dated, or even appeared to like men for that matter.  Snow White looked around at her cousins and knew this was going to be the most difficult assignment they would have.
Belle sat frozen to her chair.  She was already trying, no, trying wasn’t the right word, more like being forced into the idea of her father existing outside her imagination.  Now she had to somehow get in touch with him and have a father/daughter chat over cocoa about his parents and where he came from?  Absolutely not!  She would simply refuse and take an F on the assignment.  She didn’t even care anymore.
“And if some of you are thinking of skipping out on the assignment, perhaps it seems like too much work, well...” Mrs. Payne paused for effect.  “It will be twenty percent of your grade, so I don’t recommend it.”
The witch can read minds! The fire that began boiling down inside of Belle suddenly built up so intensely, it shot her hand straight into the air.  She didn’t wait to be called on before diving in.  “What if our fathers aren’t a part of our lives?” she asked, eyes narrowed.  Belle did not want her classmates knowing this information about her, but she had to let Mrs. Payne know how unreasonable she was being.
“Well, even if you have step-fathers, or no real contact with your dad at all, there’s always someone you can talk to.  Your mom, a grandma or aunt maybe, you just need the basic information for the tree itself.”
Without even thinking, Belle found herself running away for the second time in less than twenty-four hours.

Find it here:
ThePrincess Sisters (first book)

About the Author!
Stacy Lynn Carroll has always loved telling stories.  She started out at Utah State University where she pursued a degree in English, learned how to western swing, and watched as many of her fellow students became ‘True Aggies’.  She then finished her BA at the University of Utah where she got an emphasis in creative writing.  After college she worked as an administrative assistant, where she continued to write stories for the amusement of her co-workers.  When her first daughter was born, and with the encouragement of a fortune cookie, she quit her job and became a full-time mommy and writer.  She and her husband have three children, two Corgis, and a fish named Don.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

I'm Not a Murderer!

I've been reading a lot lately on how many books is best to release a year. This is my debut year and I released five. It was exhausting. I already have two contracted for 2014 (Feudlings in Smoke and the prequel, Spark of a Feudling). I have two I'm writing right now and another beating down my brain for space.
One of the biggest things I've noticed is that many people say that authors release so many books a year for the money, or to keep their fan base, or for a gazillion other reasons. And I was thinking, "hmmm. Self? Why do we (yes, I refer to myself as we. I also have a nickname for myself that isn't 'self', but it's a secret) release so many books a year?" At first, I thought it was because I was trying to keep my fan base.
But no, that wasn't it. I have a pretty small fan base but they are very loyal. So...why? WHY must I write until three am every night?
It's the stories. I write because I have so many stories in my head and I want to get them out. But NOT for the reason most people do. See, I'm very forgetful. VERY forgetful. I blame lupus. Or children. Or...something else.
Anyway, even when I write stories down, I'm afraid I'll forget them. If I forget them, I can't tell the character's story and I don't bring the characters to life. If I don't bring the characters to life, then I'm killing them. And I am NOT A MURDERER!
So, I write. Like the wind. Because there are a gazillion characters in my head that are begging to be spared.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Spell Fire Spotlight


New school. New friends. New reputation. High school sophomore Ainslie Avalon-
Bennett works hard to hide her Crazy Girl past. But as long as her best friend’s disappearance remains unsolved, she can’t shake the depression and obsessive-compulsive disorder that once landed her in a mental ward.
Ainslie’s tenuous control over her life shatters when her warring parents ditch her at Christmas. While they take a cruise to “work things out,” Ainslie must spend the holiday in Palm Springs with her aunt and uncle, owners of a struggling Mystery School and occult store. Plunged into the world of fire fortunes, dragons, entity eaters, and an ailing spell book, Ainslie is well beyond her comfort zone. Then she meets a boy who spikes her pulse and calms her OCD. But will she lose him once he discovers her past? Or will his deadly secret, hidden in plain view, be their undoing?


My body elongated, and I swore I grew six inches. Inside the cafe, there was no line. Another miracle. I paused beneath the fern‑painted ceiling fan and scanned the wall menu. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, but a weird craving fueled my search.
The dragon exerted pressure between my shoulder blades, prompting me. "A Scorpion's Nest smoothie."
Morningstar leaned over the high counter and gave me a once‐over. "You feeling okay?"
I licked my lips. "Absolutely." I had never tasted an orange juice, vanilla ice cream, and peanut butter combo, but I slapped the countertop and said, "I'm fine. Hit me."
Morningstar tilted her head to one side and studied me.
Oh — crap. Maybe I'm dragon drunk.
I wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth stood straighter. I could do this. I could act normal and in control. Behind me, the dragon blew on my hair. I clawed back the stray locks. "Strong ceiling fan."
Morningstar glanced up. I held my gaze steady on her face and tried to remember if the fan was actually on. I couldn't hear the whir of its motor or feel the stir of cool air. I can't feel anything. I went for distraction and slipped a ten across the counter.
Morningstar leveled her gaze, then handed me my change. "I'll bring the smoothie to your table."
"Cool." My eyes crossed. I pivoted and fell out of my right flip‐‑flop. Fortunately, the place was almost empty, and I didn't think anyone saw me stumble. Still, my face heated as I chose a table with plenty of space behind it for the dragon and my invisible wings.
"Mind if I join you for a minute?" Morningstar asked when she brought my drink.
"Please." I giggled, giddy with dragon energy. I was a bright, beneficent angel among earthlings. I was — as crazy as my parents feared.

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Author Bio 

Ariella Moon writes about magic, friendship, secrets, and love in her Young Adult novels, Spell Check, Spell Struck, and Spell Fire, Books 1, 2, & 3 in The Teen Wytche Saga. Ariella spent her childhood searching for a magical wardrobe that would transport her to Narnia. Extreme math anxiety, and taller students who mistook her for a leaning post, marred Ariella’s teen years. Despite these horrors, she graduated summa cum laude from the University of California at Davis. An author and shaman, she now lives a nearly normal life with her extraordinary daughter, shamelessly spoiled dog, and an enormous dragon.

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Saturday, October 26, 2013

The Knights of the Caers Book Spotlight

Book Blurb:
An ominous storm brews over The Northern Kingdoms. Edric, a young man, has wandered through the kingdoms alone and forlorn for years, ever since a tragedy forced him to leave his village. A fateful encounter brings Stephen to his campfire with inspirational news; war looms on the horizon of the realm of Osmér and King Herus has called for skilled swordsmen to come to the Knight’s Academy. The news brings Edric some desperately needed hope and he risks everything to escape the past that haunts him.

The students in the Academy train hard, pushed to their limits and beyond. Edric struggles with his past, but becomes close to the other students. While they train, war breaks out along the realm’s borders and the aspiring knights are needed more than ever.

As their training comes to an end, the storm breaks and disaster strikes the heart of the realm. Edric and his companions are thrust into conflict and calamity. Although they are well trained, they face adventures and hardships that none of them had ever imagined; death and despair confront them at every turn…

R.L. Drembic has loved reading from an early age. It wasn’t until shortly after high school that he got the idea for a book of his own. Inspired by a friend’s courage to try and get her own novel published, Drembic began writing and has continued through his college career. Drembic has plans for a dozen more books and hopes for a chance to share these adventures with avid readers everywhere.


Thursday, October 24, 2013

In Shadows of Magic by Alison Prince


There are times that you may feel afraid.  Do you let that fear hold you back?  Confident people are brave.  By confronting their fears, they grow as people, gain new experiences, and become stronger individuals.
What are you afraid of?  Maybe you have been wanting to ask your crush out on a date, but you're scared of rejection.  Perhaps you want to try out for the soccer team, but you are afraid you will make a fool of yourself.  It's possible you want to write a book, but you're too afraid to show anyone your work.
Although Mandy McKinney is the most popular girl in school, she is afraid that she is not good enough.  She worries that any wrong move she makes will negatively effect her social status.  She is falling in love with her good friend, but she doubts that he feels the same.

Everyone is stunned when Mandy dyes her blonde hair to red.  She was finally brave enough to do something that she always wanted to do, without letting fear of what everyone else will think stop her.  Now will she be able to find the strength to tell the boy she loves how she feels?

Mandy's twin sister, Brianna, has never had any luck when it comes to dating.  All the boys have always used her to try to get closer to her beautiful sister, and then dumped her.  When Brianna finally meets the right guy for her, she is terrified of getting her heart broken again.
Will Brianna find the courage to let down her walls and fall in love?
If you don't take the chance, you never know what you will miss out on!  So go ahead and ask your crush out on a that date.  Try out for the soccer team!  Stand up in front of a crowd and read your writing!  If there is something you want but you've been letting fear hold you back, take a deep breath and go for it!  Remember:  you miss 100% of the shots that you don't take.
Join witches Brianna and Mandy on their magical journey of self discovery in the new Young Adult Paranormal novel by Alison F. Prince, In Shadows of Magic.
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Mandy McKinney lives the charmed life. She is beautiful, athletic, popular, dating the hottest jock in school, and certainly doesn't have any time for her loser twin sister. But Mandy also has a secret. When the truth is unveiled, her world is twisted upside down, and her very life is at stake.

Mandy's twin sister, Brianna, has never had any success in the dating department. When Brianna finally meets the guy of her dreams, it turns out that he has secrets of his own. Dangerous secrets. Just her luck.

The twins are about to be swept away into a world of beauty and power beyond their wildest imaginations where nothing is what is seems, danger is lurking in the shadows, and their only chance of survival is finding themselves, and each other, once again.
To learn more about In Shadows of Magic and author Alison F. Prince, check out these links!
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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

In Which I Come Clean

I just signed my sixth and seventh contracts--almost exactly one year from the time I signed my first contract. Hurraaaaaaay!
 *happy dance*

But I must come clean. People tell me I'm on fire, or that it's amazing how much I've written in such a short amount of time. And sort of, I have. Really. I have.
But here's the thing--Feudlings took me two years to write, and one year to find someone who wanted to publish it. In that time, there was A LOT of rejection. And how do I deal with rejection? I hide from it--in my writing.
So I wrote. Lots and lots during that year. I wrote Feudlings in Flames. I wrote Shattered Assassin (a lovely story that is so messed up that I probably will never publish it. But it's got a giant wolf in it. It's awesome). And then I signed the contract for Feudlings and I was so excited and so ready to start on the next step of my writing journey...and there wasn't anything to do. Apparently, it takes editors time to actually, ya know, edit.
So I wrote more. And the more I wrote, the faster I got, and the more confident I was. So I published 4 1/2 (one was a short story) novels this year, but two of them were already written, and the rest were already in my head.
Next year, I'm also hoping for five novels. I have a short story and a full-length already contracted. I have the sequel to Warrior Beautiful well on its' way (oh all right. It's got 7,000 words written so far).

And here's the other thing--the real reason that I put out so many stories. I have SO MANY ideas in my head, so many wonderful characters and I want to get them all out on paper before I forget because I'm so uber-forgetful, so I write as fast as I can, finishing one story at midnight and starting the next at 6 am. I don't take breaks very often. I don't take vacations. I am driven to get these stories out of my head and onto paper. Some people can write the plot down and it will wait patiently for them.
Mine won't.
So. Now you know my secrets. Not all of my secrets, because that would just be awkward. But some. You know some of my secrets.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Bad Boy ANON Blog Hop!

I'm so excited to participate in this blog hop! My bad boy is Hunter Millen from my Feudlings series. He's tough and blunt and frightening, but he's also loyal and protective. LOVE HIM!

Here's the blurb for his book, Feudlings in Sight:

Boys of war suck at romance.

    Charity Delyle has lived in the shadow of her Prodigy cousin and his powerful Guard since the     day she was born. And she doesn’t mind—really. Except that being in Hunter’s shadow      means that he can’t see her. And she’d like that to change.
 Hunter has one purpose in life: Protect the Prodigy, or die trying. That means a social life, school, and even Charity come last until the war is over. For the most part, he’s okay with that—he can lose everything if he has to…except his seer.
 Starting at a new school should be much safer than living in a war-ravaged Carules headquarters. But this new school is different than the others. Friendships are forged and destinies are questioned, and Hunter’s decision could cost them all everything they’ve been hoping for.

Little Known Hunter Facts:

His personality is based on my husband, who rarely talks but he growls quite a bit. He's also fiercely protective and very loyal, just like Hunter. They both love football and Adorable Husband would have played quarterback if he'd ever not been working. AND, they both love the Pittsburgh Steelers.
Speaking of Pittsburgh Steelers, Hunter's appearance is based on Heath Miller, who plays the Steelers wide receiver. 

You can buy Feudlings in Sight at Astraea Press's website, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and wherever ebooks are sold. It is coming soon to paperback! 

OR you can win it here! Enter below! And then hop on to the next blogs to enter for more great prizes!

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Tuesday, October 15, 2013

My Warrior Beautiful Release Day!

I love, love, love, LOVE this book. So much. I'm so excited it's here and I can share it with everyone! Check out this gorgeous cover by AM Design Studios!

*dies happy*
Here's the back cover blurb:

Working with the ex you secretly love to save the souls of the innocent is almost as bad as working with a mighty battle unicorn who would be thrilled to watch you plummet to your death.
Scout is used to pain. Her body has been broken, her heart has been broken, and the only thing keeping her together is her relationship with her younger sister. Lil Bit believes in unicorns and terrifying monsters she calls soul stealers. But unicorns and monsters aren’t real…are they?
When Lil Bit falls prey to the mysterious disease sweeping the country, Scout has two options – believe the doctors who say it’s a pandemic or believe Lil Bit, who says it’s the soul stealers. She chooses her sister and goes looking for the unicorns who are supposed to save them. What she finds aren’t the cute pastel mythical creatures she expects. Battle unicorns are big and tough and full of attitude. Who knew?

Unicorns are real and so are the monsters. Soul stealers are reaping the souls of the innocent, and the unicorns are fighting to stop them. But to save the world, they need the help of humans – the enemy they’re dying to protect. And first to sign up for the fight is the ex-boyfriend Scout’s heart won’t stop loving, no matter how determined she is to hate him.

And here's one of my favorite parts in the book:

She tipped her head, and the candlelight glinted against her silky, honey-brown waves. Her hair had always been his undoing.
When they’d been together, he couldn’t keep his hands away from
her hair. Or her face. Her lips, her eyes…
“What was that on your shoulder?” She was speaking and
he had to drag his mind away from the past and try to figure out
what she was saying.
“My shoulder?”
She crossed the short space between them, hesitating, and
touched his shoulder. “Here.”
He nearly choked. She wasn’t supposed to see that. But now
the sea foam-green eyes were watching him with open curiosity
and her lips were parted... he couldn’t tell her ‘no’. Not then, not
now, not ever. He looked away, staring at the floor as he rolled the
black sleeve of his shirt.
“Forgive me,” she read in a whisper, her finger tracing the
hard black letters tattooed on his arm. Without looking from the
words, she said, “When did you get this?”
“After… while you… before you left the hospital.” His entire
body shook against her soft touch as she traced the ‘F’ again. Did
she realize what she did to him? What she still did to him, even
after all this time? No other girl had ever affected him the way she
did with just the barest touch of her fingertip.

You can buy Warrior Beautiful anywhere ebooks are sold, and print is coming soon!
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Astraea Press

Monday, October 14, 2013

The Ways in Which Being a Writer have Ruined My Life

I love writing. SO MUCH. I get to bring my daydreams to life, and there are people out there who love to read my daydreams. BEST JOB EVER!

But there's a seedy underside to it. And here's why:

1-I can't daydream properly anymore. I used to daydream while I was in the car, in the shower, standing in line, or going to sleep. Now, I try to daydream. I have a fantastic idea. It's going along great and BAM! I come up with something I think is genius and instead of continuing the daydream, I must write it down. Or I sit and stress about the fact that I will forget said genius in a matter of seconds if I continue. It's sad, really.

2-I can't read properly anymore. Everything I read, I'm editing. Oh, my favorite author used the same word twice in a sentence! Oh dear, that sentence is a tad awkward. OR I'm comparing myself to what I'm reading and of course, I'm lacking. After which, I think about throwing myself under a bus. Or never writing again.

3-I can't properly speak anymore. When I'm writing, apparently it takes all my brain power, so forming a coherent sentence outside of writing is pretty much impossible. I sound more like a lost cave girl than a writer. "Me Wendy Hungry." *rocks back and forth and clutches head*

4-TV shows have been ruined forever. I watch them and their major plot holes that are supposed to go unnoticed but they DON'T, and I'm like, I would get slammed in reviews if I did something like this. They don't. NOT FAIR! And then I throw a tantrum, kicking and screaming on my living room floor.

5-Amazon and Goodreads are no longer my favorite places to hang out. Yeah, okay I had no life before and I loved looking at books on Amazon or Goodreads. Now, visiting each site makes my heart speed up until I'm almost dizzy, wondering what kind of reviews and/or ratings are waiting for me. Even if I'm not even going to visit my book, my subconscious panics and runs screaming.

6-I feel that everyone is judging my grammar...and finding it lacking. I majored in English. I minored in Communication. I should be an expert, yes? Umm, no. I can't spell. I blame my dad, who skipped first grade and never learned to spell and somehow he passed that gene on to me (It makes perfect DNA sense. Honest). Also, commas and capitalization and sentence structure are BEYOND ME. I am hopeless. Please forgive me.

However, seedy underbelly aside, when I write a story and someone tells me they were up all night reading it, or that I made them cry (I am evil. Bwahahah), or that it's their favorite book ever, all of these things, and a thousand others I can't think of because I've been writing so my brain doesn't work, they're all worth it. And if anything in this post is spelled wrong/grammared wrong (that's totally a word), or the sentence makes absolutely no sense, you now know why.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Warrior Beautiful Bookmark Giveaway!

So. I started a new series. I might have mentioned it...once or twice...Ahem.
Anyway, it's called Riders of Paradesos, and the first book in the series, Warrior Beautiful, comes out next week. I have been obsessed with unicorns for...ever. I think even when I was a baby. So you can see why I love this story so much!
It's also about two teenagers, Scout and Trey, who were together once but now she hates him and yet still loves's all deliciously complicated. And let's not forget Lil Bit, Scout's adorable little sister who will one day save the world :)

SOOO. To celebrate the release of Warrior Beautiful, I am giving away signed bookmarks to EVERYONE who buys it in the first week! Just fill out the form below!

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

A Fantasy Christmas Cover Reveal!

I'm so excited to be a part of this cover reveal. Check it out!

What do Witches, Elves, and Greek Gods (Oh My) have in common? They are part of the romantic Christmas anthology, A Fantasy Christmas, written by Cindy C Bennett, Stephanie Fowers, and Sherry Gammon. This exciting collection of fantasy stories will be available on November 1st. Click the link to our blog for a sneak peek at a couple of the individual covers and watch for blog tour info!

Halfling by Cindy C Bennett
Banished from the South Pole, Kara tries to carve out a new life among the elves of the North. It’s not easy with a secret to protect—a secret she's cursed with by the unusual circumstances of her heritage: half-elf, half-fairy. In the North, she’s assigned to work with Seb on a special project. He's the most gorgeous elf she’s ever seen - and the orneriest. 

As if being banished wasn’t punishment enough. 

Seb introduces her to Trystin, a fairy from the nearby fairy forest. Trystin discerns her secret right away and promises to teach her how to use the powers given to her by the very thing she’s fighting to keep hidden.

Aphrodite by Stephanie Fowers

Nothing is simple for Aphrodite’s daughter, especially love. 

Scorned by society in regency England, Affry longs for romance. Upon encountering a dashing nobleman at her aunty's Christmas' ball, Affry gets caught in a lovely intrigue with disastrous results. Worse, she wins the interest of the gods. Now the furies of the underworld and Hades himself are after her. 

When all is fair in war,  Affry must use love as her weapon—but only for the one who’s stolen her heart.

Loving Marigold by Sherry Gammon
Young Marigold Yarrow has a secret. She’s also in love with Jack Mahoney. In the middle of her ninth grade year, Jack's family up and moves to Port Fare, New York, leaving the small town of Sugar Maple, West Virginia - and Marigold - far behind.

Nine years later Jack and Marigold meet again. They join forces to weed out the shady Abbott boys. The unscrupulous brothers are illegally selling moonshine near her home on Sugar Maple Ridge. And they'll do anything to get Marigold to leave the ridge. Anything.

But this time it could be magic that tears Jack and Marigold apart.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Back to School YA Blog Hop


To celebrate back to school, I'm participating in the Back to School YA Blog Hop! Hop from one blog to the next and enter to win prizes at each one! I'm offering an ecopy of Feudlings in Flames! Enter to win by leaving a comment below and will pick a winner!

And THEN, hop on to the next blog on the list and enter to win more prizes!!

Monday, September 16, 2013

Flash Fiction

In the face of a difficult week, this day had been the worst. She was still reeling from the realization that those she thought were her backbone in the face of life's storm were really the ones who would hurt her the most. And then this day. This day started, and it was hard, and she had not handled it well. The country was shaken by national disasters and a national tragedy. The kids were late to school. The baby was sick. Again. She was sick. Again. She was late picking the kids up from school. It went downhill from there. The play date she'd set up for her daughter who had no friends in the neighborhood fell through. Again. There were many tears and cries of loneliness. She felt helpless, and her answer to helpless was yelling and snapping and hiding away.
Her son had been attacked by a group of boys at school. Her son, who only a few months ago had been a social butterfly with so many kids over every day that it drove her crazy-and now he had no friends and was being bullied at a school she thought was supposed to be safe. More loneliness, more helplessness. More shutting down and putting up walls and forcing a smile and failing at everything.
But she didn't cry.
No, she made it through the day, writing emails, planning more play dates, searching for more options, more hope, more light. Building bigger, stronger walls around her heart.
She made it until 11:55, when the day was almost over and she thought she had survived, and then one solitary tear found it's way down her cheek. She brushed it away, but it was joined by others, until she was sobbing alone in the dark, sobbing so hard her throat ached and her eyes ached and she wondered if she would ever stop and she prayed that the rest of the house would stay asleep.
So no one could see her cry.

BIG is Beautiful by Kelly Martin

My sweet friend Kelly Martin and I released books the same day, so she's here to tell us about hers (since I can't shut up about mine). Check it out!

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Feudlings in Flames is #1!!!

I can't even....I have no words...My little book is #1 on Amazon for paranormal and fantasy and it's #1 in the same category for hot new releases. I could die happy right now. Well, I'd rather not, I mean, I kinda like living and stuff....but ya know ;) 

Notice its pretty cover in not one but two separate categories

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Wanna Win Signed Feudlings Bookmarks?

I have boxes of bookmarks and I don't know what to do with them, and I just ordered more...SO I'm having a giveaway! AND it's super easy to enter. All you have to do is tell me your favorite lines from any of the Feudlings books, either here in the comments or on the posts on my author page on Facebook. I will pick random winners on Monday and send them a signed bookmark - one of each! I am LOVING reading everyone's favorites-it's so much fun!

PS - don't mind the upside down photo. I'm camera challenged.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Feudlings in Flames by...ME!

I share lots of new releases. I love them. I love to help fellow authors get the word out about their fabulous books. But I gotta say, there's something extra exciting about announcing MY OWN release, especially for this book that I love so much. So here it is! What do you think???

Friday, August 23, 2013

Cover Reveal!!

I have this soul sister. I may have mentioned her once or twice. Her name is Mercedes and she is amazing and today I'm participating in the cover reveal for her brand new short story! See, see!

Isn't it AMAZING?! I can't wait to get my hands on it. AND for more info, LIKE for updates and release information on Mercedes' book!

Monday, August 19, 2013

Lynn Spangler's

This story is the second in the On Main Street series. This story features Sage Whitley and Zander Havilland. I loved writing this story because it featured jewelry. I love jewelry and used to sell it as a matter-of-fact. Diamonds are indeed a girl’s best friend but so are rubies, emeralds, opals…well, you get the picture. I hope you enjoy my story!

Donna K. Weaver is so excited about the release of the audio book of her adventure romance A Change of Plans that she and her publisher, Rhemalda, are hosting a giveaway. 

And there can be two winners!

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Sweet Saturday Sample

This is my first time doing Sweet Saturday Sample but it sounds super fun! Basically, it's like a weekly mini-blog hop. You can hop from blog to blog to read different excerpts of authors' work. Isn't that cool? Go to Sweet Saturday Sample to see the list of everyone participating!

So mine is from my WIP (work in progress), the prequel to Feudlings. It's tentatively called The Spark of a Feudling. Here thou art - tell me what you think (but keep in mind this is VERY rough. I wrote it...and posted it. There was no re-reading or editing done).

Ada gasped. The goblets slipped from her numb fingers and crashed to the floor, shattering into hundreds of shards at her feet. As if from a distance she felt the wine soaking her slippers.
William's head jerked up and he jumped away from Harriett, his maid of all people. “Ada! Ada, I can explain--”
Ada turned and ran.
She picked up her skirts and raced back down the hall. William called her name behind her, but she didn't slow. She reached the stairs and hurtled down them, shoving people out of her way as she went. Tears threatened at the back of her eyelids, tears of humiliation and pain, but she refused to let them fall.
As she passed a window, a movement in the pasture caught her eye, and she lengthened her stride.
“Stop her! Ada, wait!” William called. He was at the top of the stairs now, but three more steps and she'd be out of his view. Bystanders gaped in shock, but no one moved fast enough to apprehend her.
She hit the main floor and sprinted for the wide front doors. Shoving them open, she didn't even bother to shut them as she raced down the marble steps, her wet slippered feet slipping and sliding. Taking the stairs two at a time, she hit the circular drive and ran across it, straight for the pasture.
Behind her, she could hear them still. William wasn't alone now—more men called her name, joining in the search. But she was an Edren sorcerer. Faster than all of them combined, probably, even in her wet slippers and heavy skirts.
She skidded to a stop at the fence. Only then did she feel the rain soaking her hair, her dress, hiding her tears. Lightning split the sky and thunder crashed and somewhere from beyond the realm of rational thought, she mused that such a storm was fitting.
She flung herself over the fence.
Maiden stood motionless in the middle of the field, watching Ada come. All the other animals hid, terrified, in the barn, but not this horse. In her silent stance, she mocked the storm and all its fury. Ada held out her hand, finally slowing to a walk as she neared close enough that the big horse could hear her. Murmuring sounds that had no meaning, she begged with her heart. I need your help.
Behind her, light spilled from the front doors as men emerged with lanterns held high. “She must have come this way! Search the barn!” she heard Bertram yell.
She glanced over her shoulder. William stood in the circular drive, his eyes wild and desperate as he turned round and round looking for her. But no one would think to look in the pasture with the beast they were all afraid of.
Maiden tossed her head once, pawing at the ground and snorting. “I will not let them hurt you. I will protect you, I promise.” Ada whispered. Charity would laugh at that—she was forever teasing Ada about her need to protect everyone.
Maiden lowered her head.
Without another thought, Ada launched herself onto the giant horse's back. If not for her magic, it would have been impossible, and she sent a silent, grateful prayer heavenward that she had been born a sorceress. Winding her fists in Maiden's mane, she leaned low as the big horse leaped forward.
Her hooves beat upon the ground, rivaling the thunder that shook the sky. Ada knew the instant the men heard the ground cracking under Maiden's feet. As one, they all turned toward the pasture, staring in shock as the giant horse bore down on them. Most of them scrambled back, but William did not move, eyes wide.
The fence loomed before them, and if Ada had had time, she would have been frightened, but there was no time. She saw the fence, and then they were leaping over it, easily, as if it were mere sticks on the ground. Her feet landed hard on the other side, within arms reach of William, and then the big horse whirled and raced down the dirt path.
Ada glanced over her shoulder. William sprang to action, yelling at someone to bring him a horse. But they would never catch her. His father had said Maiden was the fastest horse in the country, and they all knew that.
“Take me home, Maiden.”

Monday, August 12, 2013

Feudlings in Flames (Fate on Fire, book 2) Teaser!

The sequel to Feudlings releases in three weeks--September 3. THREE WEEKS! Would you like a teaser? I'll pretend you said yes and I'll go ahead and post it :)

 "No no, Hunter, it curves this way." Ari stood back, watching with a frown, and then jumped back in. "Imagine in your mind what you want the spell to do. Tie your emotions to your spells."
Shane watched her guide Hunter and tried again on his own. "Close, Shane, but like this," Ari reached out, holding his hand as she led him through the motion. He felt the flames racing through his blood react to her touch and sparks flew from his fingers, igniting the spell. It hung, burning, in the air, a bright blue curlicue thing. "Perfect," she whispered, still holding on to his hand.

Team Nerd Reviews Blog Tours/Editing/Giveaway!

Monday, August 5, 2013

Awakening: Book One of The Geis by Christy Dorrity

I am so excited to participate in the cover reveal for Awakening: Book One of the Geis by Christy Dorrity. I LOVE Christy. I was interested in Irish dance and she happens to do it and talked me into coming to a class with her. It was disasterous...I am the most uncoordinated person in the world, but it was SO MUCH FUN. And then I tore all the tendons in my foot doing Zumba like three days later. That was the end of my dancing days.
But Christy wrote a book! An Amazing book! First of all, let's check out the amazing cover, shall we?

Wow. Just...Wow.

New Release by Lynn Spangler: From Tragedy Comes Love

Hey there! This is brand new by fellow AP author Lynn Spangler. It's a short, sweet story available exclusively through Astraea Press!

This story was written in memory of my mother. She influenced parts of the story. I hope after you read the story, that you appreciate the ending. I know my Mom is in Heaven looking down on me now. I love you, Mom!

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Cover Reveal for Feudlings in Sight

Please help us celebrate Astraea Press's first cover reveal; my very own Fate on Fire novella, Feudlings in Sight! Available THIS Thursday on Astraea Press, Amazon, and all other major ebook retailers!

Blurb: Boys of war suck at romance.
Charity Delyle has lived in the shadow of her Prodigy cousin and his powerful Guard since the day she was born. And she doesn’t mind—really. Except that being in Hunter’s shadow means that he can’t see her. And she’d like that to change.
Hunter has one purpose in life: Protect the Prodigy, or die trying. That means a social life, school, and even Charity come last until the war is over. For the most part, he’s okay with that—he can lose everything if he has to…except his seer.
Starting at a new school should be much safer than living in a war-ravaged Carules headquarters. But this new school is different than the others. Friendships are forged and destinies are questioned, and Hunter’s decision could cost them all everything they've been hoping for.

Excerpt: “Okay, do you want to practice the ones we learned last week or just start new ones?” She had carefully color-coded the spell book with sticky tabs — spells they had mastered, spells they had practiced, spells that would come in handy one day — she was very organized. And if the Council ever found out she put sticky tabs in a book that was over three hundred years old, they would kill her completely dead.
“Learn as much as you can, Shane. Gonna be hard to find a place to practice in the mountains of Utah, surrounded by Normals.” Hunter idly traced spells in the air, letting them fizzle and die without igniting them.
“Well, alright.” Charity flipped to the red section — spells that would come in handy one day. She started at the top. “This one is called an Al-able.” The odd word rolled awkwardly off her tongue. “It’s like… it looks like it’s sort of a flat triangle of flames.”
Hunter and Shane both walked over, studying the spell in the book before tracing it slowly into the air. The spell wouldn't actually ignite until they lit it with the flames roiling through their blood, but they both wanted to make sure they could do it correctly so as not to explode them all to pieces or something.
 “No, no, Hunter. Less harsh lines. Softer.” Charity glanced down at the page and then up at Hunter’s disaster of an attempt. Sighing she laid the book on the metal next to her and pushed herself to her feet. She took Hunter’s hand, trying hard to ignore the way her own blood seemed to explode into flames. There’s no magic there, she told herself harshly. “Like this.” She led his hand through the spell until the air smoked and the image burned in front of them. She looked up, got caught in his gold eyes.
 He watched her, an unreadable look on his face.
 It made her heart stutter in her chest. Before he could say anything she dropped his hand. “Now try it on your own. I can’t do everything for you, you know.” Charity grinned playfully, dodging out of the way as he tried to push her over. She rescued the book from the twisted metal and perched, watching them expectantly. “Go. Do something.”
 Shane rolled his eyes. “Give the girl a book and she’s suddenly the boss.” He moved away several feet so he wouldn't accidentally ignite her. He’d done it before, and Charity didn’t relish the idea of it happening again.

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BIO: Wendy Knight was born and raised in Utah by a wonderful family who spoiled her rotten because she was the baby. Now she spends her time driving her husband crazy with her many eccentricities (no water after five, terror when faced with a live phone call, etcetera, etcetera). She also enjoys chasing her three adorable kids, playing tennis, watching football, reading, and hiking. Camping is also big: her family is slowly working toward a goal of seeing all the National Parks in the U.S. You can usually find her with at least one Pepsi nearby, wearing ridiculously high heels for whatever the occasion may be. And if everything works out just right, she will also be writing. Twitter: @wjk8099 Facebook: Blog: Goodreads: a Rafflecopter giveaway