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Book Excerpt from Cast The Cards


We’re hosting an excerpt from romantic suspense novel “Cast The Cards”. Enjoy the snippet!

Book Excerpt

Carey woke with a sick feeling in his stomach. It was the anniversary of the day Clark disappeared. He always got drunk the night before. The one time I opt out of doing something with my twin and everything goes to shit.  I can’t help but wonder if having three people there would’ve deterred the kidnappers. Not that I’ll ever know.

He usually avoided torturing himself with what-ifs but today was its own special brand of hell.  His thoughts drifted to Savannah and a sudden urge for a hair from the dog that bit him hit. A shot of Jack wouldn’t hurt anyone. Who cared that it was— he glanced at the alarm clock beside his bed—seven in the morning? The pain wouldn’t have been so bad had it been shared. Unfortunately, his pseudo sister could barely look him in the eye. She felt so guilty about it. Henceforth the permanent split of what had once been the Three Musketeers.

 It had been like losing two parts of himself instead of one. She was a big shot F.B.I. agent now over at Quantico, but she’d be at the grave this year, same as always. It was the one time a year he knew he’d see her, though they never talked, just stood at the grave, sometimes not even together. She looked good on the outside, tall, lithe, and put together.  Still, he guessed she never really healed, because he didn’t hear about her having any male suitors, or female for that matter.

She lived for her job profiling.  Pot meet Kettle. It wasn’t as if he had much going on outside of his gig as a cop.  Never thought the name Carey Carr would be synonymous with Protect and Serve—I was usually the one raising the hell. He sat up with a groan, forced his weary body from the bed, and stumbled to the bathroom. When he walked through the door he did a double-take. Clark stood by the shower stall in the exact same outfit he’d last seen him in—brown boots, jeans, white undershirt, brown, blue and white-plaid button up and a brown leather jacket.

“Damn … I might have to leave whiskey alone if it’s going to make me hallucinate.”

“I’m not a hallucination, Carey.”

“Isn’t that what they all say?” He shook his head. “This shit it too fricking weird for me. Turn your head, Imaginary Clark. I gotta drain the lizard.”

“Why? It looks exactly the same as what I have.”

“Nice to know even in my head you’re still a smartass.” Carey shook his head, freed his dick from his boxer briefs, and aimed into the toilet.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m here?” Imaginary Clark asked.

“Pretty obvious. Half a bottle of whiskey mixed with guilt and some anniversary angst.”

“Why haven’t I shown up before?”

“I don’t know? Can you ask me this when my head doesn’t feel like it’s being ripped apart by a jackhammer?”

Clark sighed. “Come on, Carey, you’re better than this.”

“Hey! You don’t get to come in here on your ghost cloud and judge me. Life without you is the hardest shit I’ve ever done, especially since Van split. Fuck I’m talking to myself!” He snorted.

“You’re really not.”

This time Carey ignored Clark, flushed, moved to the shower, and turned the spray on as hot as he could stand it. He pulled down his boxers, kicked them toward the hamper, and stepped inside the basin. With his head under the water he clenched his eyes tight and prayed to God when he left the stall Ghost Clark would be gone.

I know I don’t talk to you like I should, but please take this away. I can’t.  Ten minutes and a good scrub-down later, Carey felt like a new man. The hangover was tolerable, and the smell of alcohol had run down the drain. It was time to get something in his stomach.  He stepped out of the shower and sighed. No Clark. Toweling dry, he padded into his room, slipped on a pair of comfy black sweats, a plain black T-shirt, and migrated to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and jumped when Clark appeared to his right.

“I’m sorry, I really hate to do this to you, but it’s important.”


“Please, believe it’s me. You want me to Swayze something?” The refrigerator door jerked out of his hand and closed.

Carey’s hand shook. Afraid to believe, he hesitated. “Clark?”

“Yes. I’m really here, and you need to pay attention because this is about Savannah.”

Carey took a shaky breath and nodded. “Okay, this is happening.”

“You believe me now?” Clark leaned closer.

“That or I’m completely insane which isn’t likely to just happen overnight.” He clung to the logic in his response. When all logical answers failed it was time to think outside the box. Extending a shaky hand, he touched Clark’s arm and jumped.

“You’re solid!”

“Jeez. Nice to see your own deductive reasoning outweighs my mad ghost skills.”

Carey smirked. “I don’t want to get sappy, but I’ve missed you, asshole.” His voice broke and he cleared his throat to dislodge the lump that choked him. He threw an arm around his brother, hugging his body to him as tears escaped his eyes. Clark’s body was whole, albeit cooler than normal, as he returned the hug.

“I would’ve come sooner if I could’ve, I swear. It doesn’t work that way.”

“I’m just glad you’re here now.”  Pulling back, Carey wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Clark’s words from earlier registered, bursting his bubble of joy. “You said this was about Vannah?”

“Yes, she’s in danger.”

“Hate to break it to you, little brother, but that’s kind of in her job description.”

“Younger by one minute, ass, and not this kind of danger… They’re back.” The whispered tone was full of apprehension. Why would a ghost be scared?


“The killers who took us want to finish what they started.”

“Over my dead fucking body.” Carey balled his hand into a fist.

“That’s what I was hoping you said,” Clark whispered, a look of relief on his face.

“Tell me what I need to do.”

“First, speak to her.”

“Easier said than done, Clark.” He ran a hand through his hair and blew out air.

“What happened between you two?”

“I don’t know. Things got fucked up quick. Maybe seeing your face when she looked at me was too much? She pulled away, went inside her own head, and never really came back out. Next thing I know she’s switching schools, her major, and avoiding me like the plague. I tried to contact her for a while, and then I just…” Carey shrugged. “I figured if she needed me to back off to be okay, then that’s what I’d do. It hurt like a bitch though. I won’t lie.”

“That doesn’t sound like her.”Clark looked crestfallen.

Carey’s heart bled for him. Poor guy comes back and everything is upside down.

“That carefree girl who wanted to teach impressionable young minds and heal the world one person at a time is long gone, Clark. I’m sorry.”

Clark ducked his head and nodded. “No, I knew she wouldn’t be the same. I just hoped…”

“I know. “ Carey sniffed, sucked back tears.  Time for a safer topic. “You said the people that did this to you are back?”

“Yes, they’ve been at this game a long time. There have been more victims than anyone can imagine.”

“Why? What’s their motive?” The senseless violence people inflicted on others sickened and confused him. You have an issue so you take it out on an innocent victim?

“I don’t know.  I’m not told everything. I do know you need to stay close to Savannah. It’s a matter of life or death. She needs someone to watch her back at all times, and you’re the only one I trust to do that.”

“I hate to break it to you but she runs with the big dogs. The F.B.I . I’m a lowly police sergeant in Dale.”

“It’s not going to matter.” Clark shook his head. “They’ll bring this fight to your doorstep.”

“What do you mean?”  Goosebumps broke out over Carey. Silence stretched between them. “Clark?”

Clark’s demeanor changed. The spark left his eyes and his shoulders slumped. “You’ll see. I have to go now.”

“Are you kidding me? Right now?”

“Get in touch with Vannah. It’s important.” Clark’s form wavered.

“Don’t you leave me with that half-cocked answer!”

“This isn’t on my terms –” Clark disappeared in mid-sentence.

“Fuck!”  Turning, he slammed his fist into the wall. Pain radiated up his fingers. He hugged the injured hand to his chest.

Did that really just happen? If I was smart I’d cook myself breakfast and forget the whole thing. The idea sounded good. If there was as remote chance Clark had been here, he’d do what he asked.  Despite everything, he still cared about Savannah, and he’d do anything for his brother.

Looks like I’m in for a trip down memory lane. Whether Savannah wants it or not. 

Cast The Cards

cast ebookSavannah escaped a kidnapping but her best friend Clark—the man she secretly loved—didn’t. Guilt-ridden and changed after the event, she gives up her dream of teaching and earns a position in the F.B.I as a profiler. When she’s targeted by the very same kidnappers wishing to finish the job, she is armed with her skills, backed by her first love’s twin brother, and forced to revisit her demons when Clark’s ghost appears.

After his twin’s murder, Officer Carey Carr loses more than his brother. Savannah avoids him for a decade. Her return—and her steaming-hot body—stir brand new feelings in Carey. But Clark’s reappearance has Carey battling to control his primal desires around the woman his twin loved.

As Savannah and Carey, with Clark’s help, embark on a cruel game of cat and mouse with the kidnappers, the twins come to an understanding that involves Savannah and more pleasure than the three of them have ever dreamed.

Author Bio

Shyla ColtTold once ‘You have to be an author, then you’re craziness becomes eccentrics’, Shyla Colt has always been in love with the written word and possessed a desire to write. Named after Super Girl in the comics, she often mistakes her mortality for super hero status. So, she holds many hats, Mother, Marine Wife, and writer are her top three.  Writing allows her to explore new venues, face her demons, and touch others. A huge practitioner of paying it forward, and putting in what you want to get out, she hopes to inspire, enlighten, move, and entertain you with her work. Mixing humor, drama, and strong women, often with a paranormal element, she continues to soldier ahead in the writing field. One of her favorite things is talking to fans.  If you’d like to learn more or just drop a line, please check her out at


Release Day Party Finding Amy


We are Celebrating the release  day of romantic suspense novel Finding Amy. Come celebrate with us!

About Finding Amy

Finding Amy winterTitle: Finding Amy

Author: Carol Braswell

Genre: Romantic Suspense

What begins in Montana as routine for Texas Ranger Carson Garrett, quickly turns into a ‘run for your life’ chase in order to protect the two women and child he is returning to Texas.

How far would you go to protect the ones you love?

When Texas Ranger, Carson Garrett is assigned to locate and place in protective custody the wife of a man suspected of illegal activities with a Columbian drug lord, it turns into more than routine. The estranged husband has put out a hit on his wife and the only person who knows where she is hiding is her twin sister, Amy Summers.

Protecting the sister she loves may be the thing that destroys her…

It is a race against time for Carson to find Amy, convenience her of the imminent danger and get her to lead him to Jamie so he can escort both women and Jamie’s four-year-old child back to Texas.

Even if they make it can love on the run survive?

Besides the obvious problems of running from a man who is trying to kill them, Carson and Amy have an instant attraction to each other and it is clouding his usual sharp judgment and causing them both to make costly mistakes.

A determined hitman, a diabolical plan. There is only one way to stop them both…

Author Bio

I love to write. I love to put characters in situations that seems impossible to get out of. Almost. Then, out of the blue, along comes that sexy, breathtakingly, handsome hero who can and will save the day. Sometimes, (I like this part), it’s the heroine who steps up and saves the day. I love to write. Did I mention that? Anyway, I love mystery, suspense and the forever kind of love. When someone asks me, “what do you write?” I can’t say romance. It’s not that simple. I want action, adventure, suspense with caring, loving, sexy, characters that seem to find trouble wherever they go.
I am married to my real life sexy hero who finds my imagination intriguing, but refuses to read my books. Thank God. Our, live-at-home children greet us at the door with tongues hanging and tails wagging. They travel with us when we vacation and get depressed when we have to leave them. We have four grown children who live close enough for us to see often.

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Book Excerpt from Jack Canon’s American Destiny


The Book Gazette is hosting an excerpt from political thriller “Jack Canon’s American Destiny” today. Enjoy reading!

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Sandy, come here a minute. We haven’t had a chance to just sit and talk for a while.” She came over and sat close enough I could smell her perfume.

“What is it, Jack?”

“That’s a nice scent; what is it?”

“Oh you noticed. It’s Clive Christian; I got it at Neiman Marcus. I just thought I needed to treat myself.”

Taking off one of her gold hoop earrings she laid her head sideways, on the couch back cushion, “I thought of you when I picked it out.”

“Sandy, it’s going to get crazy around here.”

“That’s nothing new, Jack. That’s part of your charm; it’s always a Three Ring Circus around you.”

Sandy turned to look up at me, her big eyes enhanced by a smoky eye shadow, “Jack, I feel like I don’t belong anywhere but with you.”

I felt guilty – she was so perfect, so deserving of love. “This can’t be everything you had planned for your life, what did you want? I mean when you were younger?”

Sandy looked straight into my eyes and without her saying a word, I imagined what she was thinking. If our lips so much as grazed a passing touch, would that ignite a fire of passion that would have us tearing at each other’s clothes?

She looked away and spoke in a whisper, “People who love us as friends would never forgive us as lovers.”

“Sandy, you know I need you to keep an eye on the Senate staff when I’m on the road.”

“You can always count on me, but don’t think it’s not going to cost you. I’m still going to tease you every time you’re back in town!”

I laughed and Sandy shot me a look, like… “You just wait mister!”

“Tell me honestly, Jack. On the road, have you ever had any close calls?”

I took a deep breath. “I was weak many years ago and might have fooled around a bit, but never a relationship. None of the women had any substance. That’s why I need you so much; you understand. Be my friend; look out for me. We’re a team and we care for each other.”

Sandy emboldened, “How can you be so strong, Jack, aren’t you ever tempted, I mean with us?”

“Sandy, you’re beautiful and talented and I love everything you are to me, but I think of my wife and my girls and pray not to be.”

No longer able to contain her feelings, teary eyed, “Can you imagine? I love my work because you’re here and I get to be with you…”

I leaned to her and spoke into her hair, “I promise you’ll find someone. We’ll always be best friends. I’ll always care for you.”

We just sat there for five minutes. Then breaking the silence, Sandy asked, “Jack, do you remember the day we first met?”

“Sure I do…close your eyes… imagine this girl pops in through the door of a rented store front, our eyes met and my heart stopped… I remember she reminded me of Marilyn Monroe the way she looked in the early years in soft focus. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.”

Sandy moved towards me and gently rested her head on my chest, “That was me, Jack.”

“Yes and I remember a black and white pencil skirt and a white blouse. I thought, ‘this girl must have her own personal designer creating clothes just for her.’”

Sandy never tanned and her soft white cleavage overflowed whatever she wore. It wasn’t a stretch to tell her a designer could be so inspired.

There was a knock on the office door, the door opened slightly. Tip was calling in through the opening, “Jack, may I have a word?”

“Sure Tip, come on in.” Tip walked into the office, came around the corner and took a seat in the chair nearest the couch where I was sitting. Sandy adjusted herself, quickly moving her head to my shoulder.

“Jack, I didn’t realize you were busy, I apologize, this subject matter may not be something…”

I said, “Tip anything you need to say can be said in front of Sandy.”

“He’s right, Tip,” Sandy said, “Jack could pull his gun from the wall safe and blow your brains out right in front of me. I’d stuff your dead corpse into a sack and clean up the mess. Jack is my life and I’m alone in this world without him.”

Tip said, “I like that about you. But really, Jack, what I’m going to say is sensitive.”

Jack Canon’s American Destiny

6065346[1]Title: Jack Canon’s American Destiny

Author: Greg Sandora

Genre: Political Thriller

It’s the steamy summer of 2016 in Washington, D.C. just days before the Democratic National Convention. A long and painful recession has left ordinary Americans suffering, spawning the hottest Presidential Contest in history. Jack Canon, a man born into privilege, a witness to great social injustice is going to be President of the United States–no matter what! Desperate and corrupt, the leader of the free world orders a hit to slow him down. The plan backfires–the wrong people are dead–a manhunt points to the unthinkable–The President of the United States.
Rewind one year, Jack’s focus on redistribution of wealth and energy has made him powerful enemies. Once his friends, Rogue Billionaires, Oil Sheiks, the Mob, all want him gone. The current President wants him alive–thinking he can win against an unabridged liberal. A Universal Raw Nerve of wealth vs. poverty is exposed becoming a thrill ride as deep machinations of espionage, geo-politics and deception, even murder play out. Kind and charismatic, Jack’s just naughty enough to have you falling for him like one of his loving circle of loyal friends. Of course he’s flawed, a dedicated family man, faithful to one woman, but in love with two. Is it his fault his best friend is impossibly jaw dropping beautiful? Think the crime and passion of the Godfather meets the romance and innocence of Camelot. A story that could spark a movement, a book that can seed a revolution. A heart thumping climax so shocking you’ll pull the covers and draw the shades! One things for sure, through all the drama and suspense, you’ll be pulling for Jack!

Author Bio

3929240[1]_optI’m originally from the Portland, Maine area and lived and worked there for years before moving to Southwest Florida. I am currently working on the sequel to Jack Canon’s American Destiny – which will be titled Jack Canon Clean Sweep. The sequel will be available in about three months.
My Dad and Mom were artists, my father painted and my mother wrote poetry and loved to garden. Most Saturdays we loaded up the 1970 Chevy Impala to trek to a one man show somewhere or other. I took a different track graduating with a business degree; owning and operating an Award Winning Franchise Fitness Center. Currently a professional manager I am living in Florida with my beautiful wife and children, and following my passion.
Some of my other projects include a children’s book called Sammy the Sea Turtle – about an infant sea turtle taken from his nest the night he was to find his way to the sea. Sammy lives with the family until their son – the boy who took him, graduates from high school. On that day Sammy, backpack in tow – begins the long journey home.
My second project in the works involves angels – a man during a visit to Bar Harbor Maine encounters an angel; quite accidentally, he is told – she was not supposed to make him aware of her existence. Only three others have ever seen the real thing. Naturally he falls hopelessly in love with the beautiful creature.

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Book Excerpt The Rising Wind


Today we’re going to share an excerpt with you from “The Rising Wind”, a fantasy novel by author Ken Floro III. Enjoy reading!

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The troll kept ripping out weeds until at last it leaned over and peered into the pit. The face was monstrous. Round black eyes sat in a skull that seemed to be all mouth, and triangular fangs rimmed a jaw that could easily engulf a whole human head.

Evidently, the creature had exerted itself in pursuit of Din. It panted heavily and ribbons of thick drool plopped from its lip. It sniffed the air and scanned the shadowy pit with those huge eyes.

Din stared up at the beast in horror, certain a clawed hand would reach down and grab him at any moment. The creature was a troll, Din was sure; he’d heard the knights describe them in telling of Balthazar’s rescue. He couldn’t believe he was now about to be eaten by one. His death loomed only a few feet away.

In his right hand, Din still clutched the Imperial dagger that loathsome knight had given him. He was appalled at the thought of actually using a Steelvaeran weapon, but his seratha was tucked against his back – out of reach now; and something deep inside him was resolved not to die without a fight. Din’s muscles tensed to strike if that giant hand reached for him.

Then it came. Everything seemed to slow down. All Din could hear was his own pounding heart. The span of the troll’s hand looked broad enough to circle a man’s chest. Hooked ivory talons tipped two of the fingers; the third digit appeared to serve as a thumb. Though it was already dim in the depths of the pit, that appendage seemed to blot out the sun as it came reaching down.

 The Rising Wind

The Rising Wind Cover final - CopyTitle: The Rising Wind

Author: Ken Floro III

Genre: Fantasy / Adventure

Have you ever dreamed of being swept into adventure alongside a dashing knight or two? Would you be outraged if you were suddenly thrust into terrifying dangers against your will? What if you found yourself trapped on a cursed island, in the middle of a haunted sea, surrounded by your worst enemies? When a conniving treasure-hunter hijacks the Rising Wind, its passengers will find themselves facing all this and more!

The same trick didn’t work a third time. When Marc stepped into the ring of firelight and shouted a challenge, his adversaries shrank into the shadows across from him – more cautious now than they had been earlier. Their broad limbs and hulking silhouettes prowled the darkness at the edge of the forest, disguising their numbers. Standing exposed, in the open clearing, Marc felt vulnerable, but he knew he couldn’t run. For an anxious moment, he just stood there, uncertain what to do next. The curse of inexperience was lack of foresight, and Marc hadn’t stopped to calculate an alternative in case his original plan failed. Now he had to think on the spot. Unfortunately the present circumstance was no place for contemplation. So, in that dangerous moment, he acted on instinct.

Author Bio

Ken was born and raised in the Southside of Saint Louis. By the way, did you know Saint Louis was named after King Louis IX? He was the only French monarch ever to be sainted, in part because he led two Crusades (which didn’t go so well), but mostly because his grandson, Phillip the Fair, sort of abducted the papacy to France after finagling one of his henchmen into becoming Pope. Since adding a saint to the family tree would put a little extra burnish on his royal reputation, Phillip had his pet Pope, Clement V, do him a solid. You’re welcome for the trivia.

Now, where was I? Oh, yeah, we were talking about Ken Floro III. After earning a degree in World Literature, followed by a degree in Culinary Arts, Ken soon made the obvious career move and went to work in medicine. If you’re having any trouble guessing why, then you’ve obviously never served time in the literary or culinary fields. A little taste of reality can suddenly turn a healthy paycheck, normal working hours, and long-term job security into sumptuous delicacies.

Despite the sudden change in his employment trajectory, Ken never turned away from his dream of writing. He’d nurtured a lifelong creative ambition, which had gained direction when a funny true story he wrote for a high school English class became so popular with his classmates they traded copies of it in the hall and passed them up and down the bus. After that, as they say, ‘the die was cast’.

By the way, the ancient historian Suetonius originally coined that phrase, claiming Julius Caesar said it when he crossed the River Rubicon – but in Latin, of course, iacta alea est. Ever since, those words have been used to indicate a portentous moment that affects the course of all subsequent history. In Caesar’s case, crossing the Rubicon sparked the first of the civil wars that ultimately destroyed the Roman Republic and replaced it with that institution most abhorrent to traditional Romans (who had all been conveniently killed or exiled by then): monarchy. In Ken’s case, in just means that English paper led him to focus on writing as a means to channel what the voices in his head kept telling him.

Wait! Did I say ‘the voices in his head’? Whoops, sorry. Just a little joke there – ha-ha! What I meant to say was that Ken turned to writing to express the, uh, inspiration he received from . . . the muses. That’s sounds less crazy, doesn’t it? Yeah, let’s go with that. The editor can fix all this later, right? Anyway, ever since that catalytic moment in high school, Ken has been writing as a hobby and a passion. Thus far, he’s published eight books, along with several other tidbits, all of which are available on his website,



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Book Excerpt from “From Frights to Flaws”


The Book Gazette is hosting an excerpt from MG fantasy novel “From Frights to Flaws” today. Enjoy the snippet.

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“Let’s go inside,” said Alyssa. She opened the backdoor and stepped inside after Hailey. They walked down the hallway to the front area of the house—only for a strange voice with a French accent to say, “Bonjour, Mesdemoiselles.”

                Turning to the kitchen, Alyssa and Hailey shrieked at the strange man. He stood only a few inches taller than her, despite his beach ball-sized belly. The top of his bald head shone, a tassel wild black hair surrounding it. A bushy mustache covered the area between his nose and upper lip. More importantly, he wore an evil smile, filled with yellow teeth.

                “Hello!” called Uncle Bruce. “Who’s here?”

                Everyone turned to him as he ran down the stairs. But the stranger held out his hand, making some sort of stick appear.

                “Somnum Harena!” he roared.

                Orange sand swirled out of the stick, finding its way into Uncle Bruce’s eyes. He cried out in pain, falling onto the floor.

                “Dad!” exclaimed Hailey.

                “Silence!” shouted the man, pointing his stick at Hailey. “He won’t wake up for another twelve hours!”

                But that stick was no stick—it had to be his wand. What else could release swirling sand? Nothing. So that man had to be none other than…

                “B-Beau Duchamp?” Alyssa identified him, guessing.

                “Yes, although I’d prefer ‘Master Beau,’ if you don’t mind.”

                “Never mind, what did you do to my dad?” yelled Hailey.

                “I put him to sleep,” said Master Beau.

                The girls gasped.

                “I meant that literally. I didn’t kill him.”

                “Still—get out of here!” commanded Alyssa.

                “No!” bellowed Master Beau. “There’s a reason I did all that stuff to harm you! I need you to have zero protections so that I can take you to the Fiji Islands as soon as possible!”

From Frights to Flaws

FromFrightsToFlaws_SC-13-05-101Title: Alyssa McCarthy’s Magical Missions, Book 1, From Frights to Flaws

Author: Sunayna Prasad

Genre: MG Fantasy

Twelve-year-old Alyssa McCarthy can no longer stand the toughness of her uncle and wants a better life. But one day she discovers not only the existence of magic, but also a villain hunting her down. The villain uses magic and magical technology to kidnap Alyssa to the Fiji Islands. As much as she wants to go home, she has to face some dangerous challenges first. Not only that, the villain himself must also be defeated. Can Alyssa succeed, even with the help of her mentors?

Author Bio

Sunayna Prasad has been writing stories for over thirteen years, starting at the age of six. Now nineteen, she will start her junior year of college this fall, and will study accessory design as well as continue to write for children. Aside from that, Sunayna also likes to cook, watch movies, and draw. She lives on Long Island, New York, with her family.


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