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Book Excerpt Sister Surrendered


Sister Surrendered Ebook Cover jpgTitle: Sister Surrendered

Author: Darla Grese

Genre: Memoir

When you’re a twin, loneliness is somewhat unfamiliar because you’ve always had each other. So when a twin passes, the other is left unprepared. Our loyalty was steadfast and our devotion to one another, solid. Our love was unconditional no matter what the circumstances. I’m so grateful every day for the memories of the joy and laughter that we shared together. I know the bond that Kelli and I shared is impossible for anyone to replace.

This memoir has become something so much more than initially intended. It’s become a documented journey barely scratching the surface of the love between two sisters. And surprisingly, it’s also become an outlet for me to speak candidly and honestly about my struggles with the cause of Kelli’s death. This is a love story turned tragedy. An exposure of one of the greatest healthcare failures killing Veterans and civilians, and a cry for help to remedy the fiasco.

I’ve stressed about who I would mention in this book, nervous that I would hurt someone’s feelings by not mentioning their names. But I’ve realized that it’s impossible to do. Kelli had so many great friends, some I’ve never even met.

I need each person to know who has taken the time to reach out to me in whatever capacity that if it weren’t for your heartfelt show of support and love, I don’t know that I would be able to muster the energy to even get up each day. Kelli, we did it.

Author Bio

277920_4153854852406_1828888743_oDarla M. Grese is a twin sister who lost her better half to side effects from prescribed medication. As a U.S. Navy Veteran, she is an advocate of Veteran X and Veteran Hope programs that address mental illness, PTSD, and unintentional addiction issues. Both programs are sponsored by the Veteran Affairs Medical Center and focus on Veteran recovery and independence. She raises money for Team Kelli and annually participates in the Out of the Darkness Walk at Mt. Trashmore in Virginia Beach ( While continuing to bring awareness to this cause, being a loving parent is her favorite passion and the main focus of her life. Darla’s love for the arts has been expressed as a talented actress with appearances in The F.B.I. files, The New Detectives, Diagnosis Unknown, Wicked Attraction, Discovery Channel’s The Haunting, and the movie Atlantis Down. She currently works full time as a respiratory therapist at a trauma center in Norfolk, Virginia.



Book Excerpt

He was extremely short with a goofy mustache and a mousy voice. I can still hear that tone today and it makes me cringe. A female who towered over him joined in the attack. They were our company commanders, our CCs. From then on, we referred to them as Ma’am or Sir. “On the line!” they synchronously shouted. Bewildered, we lined up with bed hair, bad breath, and all. We were then whisked off to the barracks, our new home for the next twelve weeks. The barracks was just like you’d see in the movies; A large, bare room filled with bunks. We were instructed to pick a rack and stash away our clothes quickly into foot lockers. Of course I chose the bunk with Kelli. She took the bottom and I took the top. “On the line!” We hurried to our positions, standing erect with our hands perfectly positioned at our sides. Down the line they went, examining our footlockers, our stance, and toe alignment. Our anxiety increased with every bit of verbal battering. I was so distraught even my fingers were tingling. Some of the recruits’ belongings were tossed into the middle of the room. Other recruits were being screamed at and openly berated which only added to my panic. One CC stood in front of me nose to nose. He glanced at my name, my face, and then at Kelli’s name, face, and then back to mine. Yep, he figured out that we were twin sisters. I was waiting for the same excitement and fascination we have always known that usually came with this discovery. I was expecting the same three questions that were always asked in the same sequence, “Are you related?” “Are you sisters?” And then finished off with, “Are you twins?” But I couldn’t have been more off. Instead, he blurted to the company in a foreboding tone that there were a set of twins amongst them. Just what I didn’t need-more focus on me-on us. He mockingly shouted that because Kelli and I looked so much alike, we would have to be separated to avoid any confusion. He then ripped all of my belongings out of my locker and insisted I move to the opposite end of the barracks. Yet another moment when I wanted to deliver Kelli an I-told-you-this-was-a-bad-idea beating.

Later that day after we were unpacked and settled in, Kelli came down to check on me. I informed her that I was leaving. I was going to tell our CC that I was suffering from some sort of mental illness and that I wasn’t stable. Kelli didn’t take it seriously until several minutes later when she saw me in their glass-enclosed office. It was designed this way to enable them to have eyes on us at all times. Through the glass, I saw a horrified Kelli watching. I thought I did a pretty damn good job at pleading my case but they didn’t buy it. They motioned for Kelli to come in and I knew from the look on her face that Kelli just wanted to curse me out, right then and there, but couldn’t, which was more than satisfying to me. Kelli, as dutifully expected, confirmed that I wasn’t crazy and requested to talk with me alone which the Chiefs’ reluctantly permitted. Kelli did her best to convince me that I could handle boot camp and that it would only get easier with time. I didn’t believe a word she was saying. To me, it was a stubborn trap-I was stuck there. And for the record, it didn’t get any easier. And anyone who claims that boot camp is fun is delusional. Just sayin’.


Book Excerpt Spelled


I’m hosting an excerpt from “Spelled”, a YA fantasy novel by author Kate St. Claire. Enjoy the excerpt.

Book Excerpt



“I need to tell you about the Sagestone fire,” he says, his voice rasping like each word is being scraped out of him.  “I need you to know how this started.”

My eyelids are too heavy to open.  I try but it’s like two thumbs are resting on top of them, holding them down.  I can’t do anything but lie there and see the hallway of the old high school emerge from the fog in my mind’s eye.  It surrounds me, makes me feel like I’m standing there, two months ago exactly.  I shiver when he tells me Keir chose the place because he knew it’d be empty, and he knew how to get in.

“The boy, Matthew Townsend,” he goes on, “was dead when I got there.”

Every word adds a brushstroke to the scene until it’s as clear as my own memory.  It’s the spell that’s doing it.  I can feel it crouching in the back of my brain like a gargoyle, watching the vision unfold while I’m powerless to do anything to stop it, change it, making it real.

I can see the hallway of the old school, everything washed in the grey darkness of nighttime.  His feet, my feet, send echoes circling off the walls as I follow the faint smell of smoke down the hall.  When I stop outside of French room 2B, my hands reach out and open the door.

            The fire Keir started is on the floor, singeing the slip-resistant linoleum in the middle of a black casting circle.  Desks sit clustered around it.  Matthew’s body is slung across the long table in the corner.  Seeing him there, so rigid and still, makes my throat close until I almost can’t breathe.

            The door shuts behind me, drawing Keir’s attention away from the embers.

            What took you so long?  He says as he snatches a knife off the floor and tosses it at me, hilt first.  My hands barely manage to snag the handle.

            Get his blood, Keir says, sliding a ceramic bowl across the floor until it knocks into my shoe.  We’ll do you first.

            My body draws near to Matthew, and I want so badly to open my eyes, break through this nightmare.  I watch my hand guide the knife to Matthew’s grey-blue skin and split it in a line.  There’s fingerprint-shaped bruises darkening along his neck.

            “Keir strangled him before I got there,” he says.  “Just before.”

He’s dead, but Matthew’s eyes don’t seem vacant yet, like some part of him is digging his nails in, refusing to be torn out.

            The ceramic bowl in my hands catches the blood that flows down Matthew’s elbow.

            His voice shakes when he says, “Lifeblood had to come from an artery.  Keir taught me that.  The heart was best, but I just couldn’t put the knife between Matthew’s ribs, dead or not.”

            My hands hold out the bowl to Keir and he takes it, mixing a fistful of ashes into it, something like pigment powder.  He holds the mixture over the fire, speaking in guttural words that don’t sound like any language I’ve heard before.  The darkness deepens in the room, as if it’s being called, clustering in the corners like silent observers.

            Keir digs in his backpack and pulls out a pen, just a regular ballpoint that’s been emptied of its ink, but it has a needle on its end.  I sit in front of him, horrified as I gather my shirt up at the back of my neck.  Keir goes to work, dipping into the rust-colored paste and piercing a stinging pattern into my back.

“I knew how wrong it was,” he says.  “I knew I was breaking a part of myself that I’d never fix again.  It’s hard to explain.  Each puncture kind of felt like there was a wholeness filling me.  Like all my life I’d been half empty, you know?  I couldn’t keep going like that.  I’d rather be someone else, and let this other side take over, than deal with being an unfinished person.  I never really thought of stopping.  Not even once.”

In the room, Keir works the makeshift needle down to my lower back.

Almost done, Keir says, his voice strained with the effort of keeping his hand steady.  The last mark is tricky.

As soon as he’s done saying it, the fire in the middle of the room bursts like a mushroom cloud, stretching up in fury up to the speckled white ceiling.  The Mineral fiber tiles take up the flames like gasoline, and the whole room looses its breath and starts to choke.

“I knew it was Matthew,” he says, “driving the fire with all the hatred and anger for us that was too strong to move on, leave the place where his life had been stolen.”

The pen drops from Keir’s hand, skittering across the floor.  We’re both on our feet, running for the door.  The handle is jammed, swollen with the heat.  We try the windows, but the metal burns our hands.

“Matthew trapped us,” he says.  “His final revenge.”

I grab a chair and break it across a window, chipping out a hole in the glass the size of a dime.  It takes six more tries to smash a gap big enough to fit us.  I scrape my body through as shards tear at my elbows.  When I’m almost out, still hanging onto the windowsill, I turn back to Keir, but he’s not behind me.  He’s running to the body, refusing to leave it.

As soon as Keir touches Matthew’s skin, the fire retaliates, eating up every molecule of air left in the room before exploding out the windows.  Heat surges into my nose and mouth, burning down my throat, as I hurl myself to the grass outside.  After that, I drag my body across the parking lot, collapsing behind an electrical box.

“Sagestone High,” he tells me, “was gone before the fire trucks even got there.  I didn’t think there was any way Keir could’ve gotten out.  All the evidence was wiped away by the fire.  I thought it was some kind of gift.  A second chance almost.  I walked away after that.  To this day, I’ve never once looked at the tattoos on my back.”

That’s what he says, anyway. I feel the spell loosing its hold on me. My vision clears, like a gentle wind sweeping the fog away, and I open my eyes.

It’s just me now, in my own body, still stuck in my hospital bed, and him in the chair beside me.  He leans forward, pressing the heels of his hands into his eye sockets like it hurts him too much to see me.

Something’s just been lost between us.  I can feel our innocence draining from the room, and a dark weight settling in its place.

            “If you’d told me one day ago,” I say, “we might have been able to save you.”


Screen Shot 2014-01-30 at 10.35.57 PMTitle: Spelled

Author: Kate St. Clair

Genre: YA Paranormal

Magic runs thicker than blood.

16-year-old Georgia Sayers may have just found out she’s descended from two of the most powerful witches in history, but others have known for a long time, and are hunting her. Can she protect her siblings from them before it’s too late?

Author Bio

40-SP1_6770-2Kate grew up in Austin, TX, before she attended boarding school in California. She was accepted to the Chapman University Creative Writing program before she wrote SPELLED – Amethyst, Book One, released on April 1st 2014. SPELLED is a paranormal YA series published by Black Hill Press. When she’s not writing, Kate is riding horses, walking her dogs, or playing with her pet pig, Miley.


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Author Bio

ETNA PLUSChristina OW writes suspense, thrillers, erotica, interracial and multicultural romance books. She is the author of Contemporary, Fantasy, Paranormal, Regency Romance books and a poet of currently 3 titles. She loves reading novels that take her on a ride of wild emotions. Books have always been an escape for her, for a few hours she gets to live the lives of characters she grows to cherish and admire. She’s always had an active imagination and because of it has lived in her head more than she has been in the outside world. She always imagined scenarios and wondered how they would turn out in the end, and what kind of emotions they would invoke. Thus began her writing career.

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Book Blurb

Row of columns (Italy, Vatican)Ruiz Albury went to the Bahamas for one reason, to get back what was his as the rightful heir of his father with rage and resentment that has been festering for years.  But once he gets there, he’s treated as part of a family, shown love and care he’d only dreamed about and all his carefully laid plans are forgotten. In fact, they are buried deep in his mind when he meets Melody Sinclair.

Melody Sinclair thought she’d found one of the good ones.  She loved Ruiz and trusted him enough to make him a part of her life, only to have it shuttered when she finds out his secret. Heart broken and distraught, she gets drunk and decides to get over him by getting under someone else, only for it to turn out to be the worst mistake of her life.  Trapped, with nowhere to turn, Ruiz sweeps in like a knight in shining armor ready to battle her dragon.

This is the last instalment of The Albury Affairs Series.

Book #1 Her Venice Affair

Book #2 His Bahamas Affair

Book #3 His Paris Affair

Book Excerpt

She jogged to him still laughing, “Okay, I was wrong you do have a romantic bone—might be the smallest one in your body but it’s still there.”

He fake glared at her then handed her a brand new lock, “Would you Melody Sinclair take this epic romantic step with me?”

“Yes, I will.” Together they secured the lock on the bridge but Melody noticed something was missing, “Ruiz, where is the key to the lock? We need to throw it over?”

“Why?” he asked with a hint of a smile on his face.

Melody rolled her eyes, “That bone is getting smaller. The lock signifies our unbreakable love and throwing the key so that neither of us have it says we won’t voluntarily break our love by opening the lock.” She held out her open hand, palm up to him, “Now, the key?”

“Instead of throwing it, why don’t you keep it? Think of it as me giving you the key to my heart.”

Melody blushed, “That bone just grew longer. Ruiz Albury, I would be honored to keep your heart and its key close to mine. And I promise to treasure both with all that’s within me.”

Ruiz pulled his hand out of his jacket pocket and placed the key in Melody’s hand. But there was something strange about the key. She waited for him to draw his hand away and her heart stopped for what felt like a whole minute.

“Ruiz!” she breathed, tears shimmering in her eyes.

“You just made me a promise, and I’m going to hold you to that.”

There, lying in her hand in the same key ring as the key was her mother’s engagement ring and now her engagement ring. It was beautiful—well it always has been beautiful but at that moment, it was magnificent.

He took the ring from her palm and removed it from the key ring. He handed her the key, “Keep this safe until we can find a chain for it,” then he went down on one knee, took her left hand and slid the ring home, “Just to be clear and avoid all confusions. Melody Sinclair, would you take my heart, for it is all of worth that I have to give, my soul to mate with yours in this life, the hereafter and the next life. And my body to support you as yours does mine, to hold you because having you in my arms completes my existence and to give you life because there is nothing I would love more than to see your body grow with my child inside you. Melody Sinclair, will you marry me?”

With all the laughing and crying all she could do was nod yes. She was finally getting her own happily ever after.



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Guest Post The Trials of Caste Book Tour


Guest post time! Today it’s a guest post by Joel Babbitt, author of “The Trials of Caste” and “Into the Heart of Evil”. Welcome to my blog, Joel! I’ll leave the word to you now.

Guest Post

I find that writing poetry gets my creative juices going, and nothing inspires poetry like love.

“My Two Shoes” (about Kristen Babbitt, my wife of 18 years, mother of our 4 children, and local church leader)

My feet are two different sizes, because of cerebral palsy.
My life is two different rhythms, because of family and a calling.

I always buy two pairs of shoes, one in size 7 ½ and the other in size 8 ½.
I always have two lives each day, one that’s filled with taking care of family and the house and another that’s filled with sister missionaries, e-mail, and visiting people in need.

I don’t do high heels, because I’d fall over.
I don’t do running shoes, because I don’t run.
I love walking shoes, because four children keep me hustling.
My husband likes my fancy pumps, and that’s good enough for me.

You may see a person who walks a bit lopsided at times,
But I feel completely balanced.


The Books

Book 1 Final Cover for KindleTitle: The Trials of Caste

Author: Joel D. Babbitt

Genre: Fantasy

A Game of Destiny, a Throne, a Paladin, a Prophecy… and Kobolds


In this explosive first novel in the Paladin of a Hidden God Series, the ancient game of destiny known as the Trials of Caste shows the Will of the Gods and reveals the Hand of the Fates.

A fresh voice in the Fantasy genre, Joel Babbitt’s story of Durik the kobold and his companions is genuine, triumphant, and absorbing. In two days and two square miles of caverns, Joel takes the reader deep into the heart of a tribe in turmoil. Looming insurrection, insurgent pacts, ancient powers, noble designs, and young aspirations combine to make the unforgettable coming-of-age tale of Durik the kobold and his companions.

With their year of training now past, Durik and six other young warriors are about to undergo the Trials of Caste where all of them will strive for the coveted position of elite warrior and the prestige and power that comes with it, though only one will win. Simultaneously, a deadly conspiracy threatens to destroy their tribal leaders and seize the throne for its own evil purposes. Durik and his six companions must each chose sides as the actions of an insurgent pact bring a day of decision for all the children of Kale. Yet through it all, as if from beyond where the ancestors go, an ancient power calls to Durik, strengthening him as he and his closest companions risk everything to fight against this encroaching evil.

Book 2 Final Cover for KindleTitle: Into the Heart of Evil

Author: Joel D. Babbitt

Genre: Fantasy

In this second novel of the Paladin of a Hidden God series Joel masterfully weaves an explosive tale that puts Durik and his companions in a desperate fight for their lives, one they will only survive if they are true to themselves and to each other.

It was supposed to be an easy journey… a simple first step for a band of new warriors. But evil has an agenda of its own, and relentless conquest strikes when it chooses. And what can so few do against so many? Yet evil is not the only power that stirs in the southern valley; from deep in their prophetic past an ancient power also has returned, nurturing, watching, and helping its paladin. On the anvils of danger and sacrifice Durik and his small group of companions will be forged by the hammer of their mutual hardships into an able band of heroes, but only if they can survive the journey into the heart of evil…

Author Bio

Joel Babbitt is an officer in the U.S. Army and a bishop in his church. He has spent his entire adult life living and teaching principles of leadership and team building in a warrior environment. Joel and his family live in Maryland, USA.


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Promo Post Francesca of Lost Nation


Francesca.Lost.Nation.Cover.FNLTitle: Francesca of Lost Nation

Author: Lucinda Sue Crosby

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Winner of Four Literary Prizes / Author selected as one of “50 Authors You Should be Reading” by The Authors Show online media outlet

This family saga is “funny at times and filled with little pearls of everyday wisdom, it is as much a romantic thriller as it is a perfect little capsule of a time gone by. It is a book about love of all kinds – between grandmother and child, between child and dog, between man and woman.”

If you like Old Fashioned Romance Reads similar to Norah Roberts or Kristin Hanna for kindle, you will want to add this one to your collection:

Here’s a little about the story:

When a mysterious man named Matthew appears in the small Iowa town of Lost Nation, his sudden arrival raises questions about his past. Quiet with an apparent taste for rum, Matthew makes it clear he doesn’t want to make friends. He isn’t too pleased to be dropped off at Home Farm where the independent and eccentric Francesca doesn’t accept bad manners or booze binges.

Matthew doesn’t want to form personal ties and intends to move on as soon as his damaged leg from a recent plane crash heals. But a series of events draw him into reluctant relationships: One with the feisty Francesca, the second with her 10-year-old granddaughter Sarah.

In spite of her own reservations, Francesca finds herself falling for this brooding pilot but his past looms between the pair and what neither knows is that Sarah, Francesca’s 10-year-old granddaughter, has encountered a stranger of her own … leading to a climatic confrontation that will put her and her grandmother’s life in danger.

Those that enjoy family sagas or family drama will also embrace this story

There are plenty of eccentric characters, including Francesca who is quirky and full of secrets – she keeps the town gossips busy. There are some dramatic family dynamics that cause tension and uneasiness at times. Because the story is told through the wide-eyed 10-year-old Sarah, this romance mystery is humorous at times.

Readers love this kindle romance fiction, because it has a touch of everything: friendship, humor, romance, adventure and mystery.

Author Bio

Magazine photoLucinda Sue Crosby is an International Kindle Bestselling author and award-winning journalist and environmentalist as well as a published and recorded Nashville songwriter. She’s also a former film and television actor, professional athlete and sports commentator. Lucinda Sue has always had a love affair with the written word.


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Book Excerpt from Shadow’s Moon


The Book Gazette is hosting an excerpt from paranormal romance / urban fantasy “Shadow’s Moon”. Enjoy the excerpt.

Book Excerpt

The club’s lighting leaned heavily on a strobe effect, which guaranteed a rousing headache by the time the night was over. The snaps of brightness stung Xander’s eyes but she did her best to ignore it, trying to make out individual faces in the heavy crowd.

Needing to get an aerial view of the packed room, she found a lone empty chair sitting against the wall. Climbing up, she stood on tiptoe, stretching to see over the sea of bobbing heads. Between bursts of light, a disturbance in the rhythmic mass caught her attention. Two burly bouncers were making their way from the bar to the back of the club. Patrons stumbled out of their way, leaving a visible path. The bouncers pushed through with identical grim expressions. The strobe lights flashed off the taller one’s bald head, while his buzz-cut partner pointed toward something ahead of them. Following the gesture, Xander found Neil arguing with a pretty, honey-brown-haired young woman.

Xander tapped her earpiece. “Ryuu?”


“How long before you get here?”

“I’m almost there.” There was a pause. “You found him.”

“Oh, yeah. And it’s going to get ugly. Quick.” She watched the woman jerk away from the tall, lanky, dishwater blond, shaking her head. “I think I’ve found Sara, too.”

Xander jumped off her chair just as Neil reached out to snag the girl, fury evident in his bared teeth and curled hands.

“We’re out of time,” she told Ryuu, pushing her way through the dense crowd.

“Be careful.” Ryuu’s warning was lost as she hit a broad shouldered form in front of her. The answering bump knocked her hard enough she lost her earpiece. Screw it. Done being polite, she gave him a shove, sending him into the arms of his buddy as she continued toward the impending showdown at the back of the club.

Through the sea of gyrating bodies, she caught glimpses of the confrontation playing out. Sara was verbally ripping Neil a new one, while the club’s security duo drew closer to the arguing couple. Sara’s tirade wasn’t the reaction Neil had expected. Under the strobe lights, his face contorted into something not altogether human.

So much for keeping the existence of monsters on the down low from humans.

About Shadow’s Moon

Shadows Moon CoverTitle: Shadow’s Moon

Author: Jami Gray

Genre: Paranormal Romance / Urban Fantasy

Even a wild heart can be broken…

A blonde, a brunette and a monster walk into a bar and all hell breaks loose.

It should have been the start of a bad joke, but days from a full moon Xander Cade, Tracker for the Northwest Motoki Pack, finds nothing funny about confronting an enraged Shifter in a crowded Portland nightclub filled with unsuspecting humans. The resulting carnage frays an already thin veil of secrecy shielding the supernatural Kyn community from public scrutiny, and ensures she can’t escape the one man she’s been determined to avoid, her Alpha and mate, Warrick Vidis.  Dominating, protective and compelling, Warrick threatens her individuality like no other.

As the Northwest Alpha wolf, compromise isn’t in Warrick Vidis’s vocabulary, but when his reluctant mate, Xander Cade, refuses to leave off the hunt for a killer, he has no qualms using whoever or whatever necessary to protect her or his pack. A series of unusual deaths involving lone wolves, along with anonymous threats against him and his Pack, begin to jeopardize his normal steely control. Add in Xander’s continual reluctance to fully accept their Soul bond, and the line between intellect and instinct begins to blur, leaving him wondering if one woman’s love and acceptance will be enough to save both man and wolf.

As the danger escalates, threatening not just their Pack but those closest to them, Warrick and Xander must find a way to trust each other and accept their rare bond or risk losing everything-their pack, their friends and each other.

Author Bio

Jami GrayJami Gray grew up on the Arizona-Mexico border, and was adopted at the age of 14 to suddenly become the fifth eldest of 37 children. She graduated from Arizona State University with a Bachelor’s in Journalism and three minors-History, English, and Theater. (Decision-making was not her forte at the time.)  Shortly after marrying her techie-geek hubby (who moonlighted as her best friend in high school) she completed a Masters in Organizational Management from University of Phoenix Oregon.

Now, years later, she’s back in the Southwest where she’s outnumbered in her own home by two Star Wars obsessed boys, one Star Wars obsessed husband, and an overly-friendly, 105-pound male lab.  Delving into the wild paranormal worlds where romance collides with suspense and Urban Fantasy is queen, manages to salvage her sanity. Or so we let her believe…





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Promo Post Liminal Lights


Liminals_BookCoverVER2Title: Liminal Lights

Author: J.M. Bogart

Genre: MG/YA Fantasy

What if faerie magic is real?

Nadia discovers an ancient truth hidden by Liminals, coveted by Shadow Monsters, and protected by humans.

Somewhere, between faerie legends and story books, lies the truth to magic. It grows in children, matures, and is eventually captured by Liminal beings. These small, faerie-like creatures harvest and manipulate it, crafting it into the talents and skills inherent in humans. The rest, they keep for themselves in an effort to sustain their own life forces.

The human race is evolving, forcing Bean, Pritt, and Tissa to find new ways of harvesting human magic to save their own kind. Nadia’s power, found in her talent as an artist, is the last hope for these Liminal beings who find themselves caught between light and shadow. Liminals aren’t the only ones after her magic, so are the creatures who lurk under the bed, hide in the darkness, and go bump in the night.

This is the first book of a trilogy.

Author Bio

Photo_JMBogartJ.M. Bogart believes there’s a spark of magic in every person, regardless of age or background. Her upper Middle Grade novels are written with bright and imaginative youth in mind. She hopes to provide fun and appropriate content combined with challenging language and concepts for readers drifting in those precocious middle years.

Ms. Bogart spends her days writing, editing, and caring for her very busy family. She used to dream of the day when Mary Poppins would swoop in to help with the children, but now that they are older she wishes those chaotic days filled with giggles and sunshine hadn’t disappeared quite so fast. You can follow J.M. Bogart on Facebook, Twitter, and her blog.

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