Blizzard Sale!

You’ve seen them on Facebook all week; memes about the upcoming snow storm. They tell you to buy anywhere from 1 bottle to 15 cases of wine, based on where you live in the blizzard’s path. Or how many books to buy. Or whether your okay, in trouble, or totally screwed…



Yeah, that’s me. In the darkest, reddest, snowiest part.

So, time to celebrate! In honor of my predicament, my book Snow Bound is FREE, using the coupon code: WK67M

And my paranormal romance, Carved in Cherry, is on sale for only 99 cents!

Happy reading! If you enjoy them, please feel free to use the below images and spread the word! And to anyone else in this with me, stay warm and safe!



Writing, Blogging, Formatting, Homemaking, and Crafting!


Remember when I said exciting things are coming? They’re here! Some of you may be familiar with my book formatting logo:

EK Formatting

Well, I’m expanding the EK brand to all manner of ventures. Instead of spreading it all out, I’m going to start by consolidating it onto a single blog. I also plan on blogging more frequently. In order to help you know what each post is about, they’ll have a lovely logo like that at the top! A general post, much like this one, will be tagged with this:


So, what else can you expect to see from me? First up is the newest:


The Homemaking tag is one I’m particularly excited about, without it the rest of these ventures wouldn’t be possible. You see, I’m staying home with my son! Expect posts with the homemaking tag to involve stay at home mom sort of things. Cleaning, decorating, child-raising. It will probably be the most infrequent of my tags, but I thought I’d include it while I was going logo design happy.

I regret, that I’m not 100% sure how long this stay-at-home gig will last. Life outside of DC is expensive, especially with a new mouth to feed. My hope is that I’ll be able to earn enough from my formatting, writing, and crafting to make staying home continue to be possible.

Which, leads me to more tags!


This might be the one that you’re most excited about, assuming you follow my blog because you’re a fan of my writing. Well, I’ve got a lot in store. Now that I’m staying home, I hope to be quite prolific in the coming months! What’s on the list you may ask?

Wrought-Iron Roses will be releasing December 8. I do apologize for the postponement. Writing with a newborn turned out to be quite a bit harder than I expected! I’m still settling into a routine, but I’ve gotten over the hump.

If you missed the Curse Collectors book trailer, do check it out! I’m pretty pleased with it! Special thanks to the wonderful voice actress Emily Wood for providing the creeptastic voice.

Wee! What did you think?

More than Magic fans will be excited to know that I’m working on a new story for the paperback release of Danio’s Prelude. Never fear though, I’m not going to force people to buy a paperback just to get a short story. There will be ways to get a digital copy as well. The Soul Choice paperback should be out in November. I am sorry to say I still don’t have set plans for a sequel to Soul Choice, but yes, I did emphasize the word set. The characters are always nagging at me and I’m sure that a plot will come to me one of these days. There is, however, a More than Magic universe short story coming up in an anthology this spring!

Observant readers who follow me on Facebook may have noticed that I’m secretly, not-so-secretly gathering followers to a pen-name. I’m working on a couple of new series that I’d prefer my YA readers not accidentally buy, if you get my drift. Those will be out starting in 2016. If you haven’t caught my alter ego yet, but are interested in those series, I’m happy to let you in on the secret.

Last, something I’m super excited about. The original version of Semester Aboard was published one chapter at a time online. I miss doing that. I miss the instant chapter-by-chapter feedback and reader reactions, as well as the pressure to keep writing because people are waiting. So, I’m thrilled to announce that I will be posting a serial on my blog! Currently, I’m planning to do a chapter a week. The question now is, what will I write? I have plans for two series that I think would both translate well to serial form. I’d love to get your feedback on which one you’d like me to start with. Don’t worry, if it works out I’ll do both. They’re both YA series, one is a high fantasy with elves and unicorns. The other is a sort of urban/high fantasy hybrid featuring shifters. Drop by this link to vote and please leave a comment here with your preference as well!

I’m also finally going to start a monthly newsletter! Go ahead and sign up! Subscribers will get sales, freebies, sneak peeks, and more!

That wraps up my busy world of writing. I’ve got one more logo to show you! I’m also really pumped about this one. I’ve always wanted to open my own Etsy store, I’m a big crafter. I just never knew what to sell. I used to sell crocheted goods on a forum long, long ago. But those take ages and are tough to ship. I had a vision for art that I wanted to hang in the nursery, but couldn’t find what I was picturing. I’ve been on a painting kick recently, so I made them myself. After some great feedback from friends, I decided to sell them!

Without further ado:crafting

And behold, my own Etsy Store!

In addition to selling, I’ll also be posting here and there with crafting updates, patterns, and ideas. I’m brainstorming More than Magic and Curse Collectors themed paintings as well. If you can think of anything along those lines that you’d be happy to hang on your wall, please let me know!

And that brings you up to speed! Thanks for taking the time to read it all! Do please let me know which serial you’d like to see first and if you have a painting idea for me!

Until next time…

Unless You can Be A Unicorn Cover Reveal

Unless You Can Be A Unicorn Cover Reveal

Thank you so much for letting me share my cover on your blog.

I am so beyond excited. Cartwheels may have been involved. Ok, I am over forty, imaginary cartwheels were involved, but they felt legit 😉 .

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Regina, of Mae I Design, out did herself again with this cover. She managed to capture exactly what I had envisioned and Kimberly Tallman is a perfect Scout. I am about to get gushy and boring so without further ado, here is the wrap with the official blurb.

Unless you can be aUnicorn_Final

Unless You can Be A Unicorn, is set to release on Oct. 12, 2014. I will be posting teasers and more on my FB page throughout the week. I hope you stop by!

Carved in Cherry Chapter One

Get ready!

 New Adult Paranormal Romance
Ready for an exclusive sneak peek of Chapter One?
Please remember, this is unedited and the formatting will be affected by blogger.
Chapter One 
“It’s a magical, invisible antique shop,” Jo said. “Obviously.”
Rachel laughed at her sister, before pulling out her cell phone. She brought up the directions and frowned at the screen. “It says that it’s off Gristmill Road. Right?” She held the phone out for Jo to double-check.
“Gristmill Road.” Jo gestured to a nearby street sign. “We’re on it. And we’ve walked up and down it a dozen times.”
“Well, Aunt Lydia’s antique shop has to be somewhere.” Rachel shoved the phone back in her pocket and started walking.
Jo fell back into step with her. “What is ‘grist’ anyway?”
“Just an old-timey word for grain. Stuff like wheat, rye, bar-“
“Okay, okay! History nerd.”
“Shouldn’t you know that, writing geek?” As she spoke, Rachel turned and shot a silly look at her sister. The action loosened her scarf, just as a cold gust of wind blew against her back. Several drops of icy water dripped down her back. She gasped in surprise and turned to find the source.
“You okay, Rach?”
Rachel reached back and brushed at the nape of her neck. “Yeah.” She looked up and spotted a rusty, iron sign, swinging from the side of the building. A few drops of water slid from the icicles clinging to the sign.
“Hey! I think this is it!” Rachel stepped back for a better look at the old building. The first story was made out of old, worn brick and the second was wood. Rachel tried to picture what it must have looked like when it was new. When had that been; two-hundred? Three hundred years ago? Most of Old Town had been built in the early eighteenth century. Rachel could see a pair of paned windows. She squinted up at them, wondering if the glass was handmade.
Jo’s voice broke into her thoughts, “Where’s the door?”
That was a good question. Rachel looked back and forth along the building. Nothing but brick.
“Well, it must be somewhere.”
They walked along the cobblestone sidewalk toward the edge of the building. There was a space – hardly large enough to call an alley – between the antique shop and the building next door. Rachel and Jo didn’t have enough room to walk side by side. Halfway down the alley was a door, covered in peeling green paint. A little plaque by the door read: Lydia’s Curiosities.
“Guess this is it,” Rachel said.
The windows were so dusty Rachel could hardly see the word Closed on the sign behind them. She tried the knob anyway and wasn’t surprised when it was locked. She pulled off a mitten with her teeth and started rummaging in her purse for the key. ”Where is that key…”
Buscar la clave,” Jo said. “Or wait, is it llave?” She had recently taken an interest in her Mexican heritage and started learning Spanish.
“Beats me. It’s yournative language. Which reminds me, has it started coming back yet?”
Jo had been fluent, or at least as fluent as a two-year-old could be, when she was adopted. She picked up English rapidly and hadn’t spoken a word of Spanish since. She had been hoping her past fluency would help her in class, but so far she was on the same level as the other students.
“Not yet. Oh my God, did I tell you my professor said my accent is terrible?”
“Tell her to kiss your culo. Ah-ha!” Rachel triumphantly fished the key out of her purse and worked it into the lock.
Jo pulled out her phone. “I should text Angie and let her know how to find the place.” She looked back out toward the street. “We’re across from the Haber…”
“Haberdasher. And you’re supposed to be an English Major.”
“I know the word, I was texting,” Jo said. “And it’s a haberdashery. A haberdasher is the person who…haber…dashes.”
The door clicked open, just as she finished texting, and the two peered into the dimly lit shop.
“Do you remember Aunt Lydia at all?” Jo asked, as they nervously walked in. She vaguely remembered their recently deceased aunt visiting when she was younger. Rachel, three years her senior, probably had better memories.
“Sort of.” Rachel remembered a quiet, older woman. A little strange, maybe even whimsical. Like the sort of woman who had twenty cats and knit tea cozies. She couldn’t remember many details about Lydia herself. Unmarried, no children, as far as she knew. In fact, Rachel hadn’t even known about the antique shop, until Lydia’s lawyer arrived to tell her and her sisters, that they were the proud new owners.
Rachel moved further into the shop and looked around eagerly. She was almost disappointed as she took in just how small it was. The building had looked so much bigger from outside; the shop must have shared the space with other stores.  A solitary, dirty, bare light bulb hung from the ceiling, casting just enough light for Rachel to see around the entire room. There were bookcases, lined up to form aisles, and shelves along the walls. There were a couple of large cabinets and a handful of bigger pieces of furniture. Everything else was neatly stacked up on the shelves. Rachel had been hoping for more.
“Having a histor-gasm?” Jo quipped from behind her.
Rachel snorted and punched her sister. “There could be some cool stuff here,” she said, hoping she was right. “And you’re the fiction writer. Something here could inspire the Next Great American Novel.”
They both giggled. Jo pulled the door closed behind her. Without the light from the street, the shop seemed even darker. The two slowly walked through the store. A shelf full of old books caught Jo’s eye and she drifted over toward it as she went. Rachel started to follow her, but spotted an old cash register sitting on the counter. She wondered whether or not their aunt had been using it to ring up customers and decided to investigate it. The counter was high enough that Rachel had to stand up on her toes to lean over to look behind it. It looked like the cash register was still in use. There was also a yellowed ledger. Rachel picked it up and skimmed over the most recent transactions.
Jo was almost to the bookshelf when she spotted a door labeled Private. She took one last glance at the books and headed over. In spite of the fact she technically owned the shop, she felt just a little rebellious opening the door. She paused, confused, when she realized there was no knob. Instead, there was just a simple keyhole, framed by a slightly decorative piece of metal, carved into the door.
“Hey, Rach,” she called. “You see any keys behind that counter?” Jo poked at the keyhole. “Any hugekeys,” she added. Based on the hole, the key that went to the door must have been enormous. She gave the door a push, just in case it was unlocked, but it didn’t budge. She poked her finger into the keyhole and pulled, just in case, before giving up and turning her attention to one of the nearby shelves. It was full of wicker baskets, which were almost overflowing with odds and ends. There was a basket of coins, one filled with little glass animals, and one of keys. Jo pulled off her mittens and stuffed them into her coat pocket, before leaning over the basket. She stirred the keys around with one hand. “Never mind, I just found an overabundance of them,” she muttered.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Rachel had joined her and was examining the door.
“I already tried,” Jo said, as Rachel started to push on the door. “It’s loc-“
The door easily swung partway open, revealing a dark room beyond. Rachel raised an amused eyebrow at Jo.
“You mean unlocked?” she snickered.
“Well, I loosened it for you.”
 The door was old and worn. Rachel ran a hand over the smooth wood and traced around one of the large iron hinges.
“I think these are handmade,” she murmured. The door was very, very old. Probably as old as the building. Rachel took a step back and frowned at it. It looked more like a door to the outside, than an interior door. She leaned back and looked at the wall, wondering if the shop had been added on at some point.
“Are you going to go in or keep fondling the door?” Jo asked.
For an answer, Rachel pushed the door further open and led the way in. Jo followed.
“Jeez. I think we found the Room of Requirement.”
“No kidding,” Rachel chuckled.
The room dwarfed the first room and it was absolutely packed full of antiques. Everything was covered by a thick layer of dust. There was so much stuff crammed into the room that neither girl could see the walls. The only space to walk was a narrow aisle between stacks of junk. Even smaller paths broke off and wove through the antiques and out of sight.
Rachel’s laugh turned into a sneeze. “It looks like she died years ago, not days. I don’t think anyone has been here in ages.”
“Not entirely true.”
Jo pointed to the floor. A path, mostly clear of dust, wound away from the door and deeper into the room. Several sets of footprints split off from it and led in different directions. Someone walked around in here, but not often. She spotted a bunch of paw prints too; probably from a cat or small dog.
“Storage?” she asked.
“Must be.”
Rachel looked around for a light switch. The dim light from the main room wasn’t nearly enough. Nowshe was excited. Even though she and her sisters were planning to just sort everything and clean the shop, Rachel was hoping she’d find something cool to keep. The massive storage room had exponentially increased her chances of finding something neat.
Something moved. Rachel gasped and moved closer to her sister. She squinted into the darkness, heart pounding.
“When do you think Angie will-”
“Shh!” Rachel clamped a hand over Jo’s mouth. “Someone’s here!”
“Over there!” Rachel pointed and pulled her sister closer to the door.
Jo freed her arm from Rachel’s grasp. “Are you kidding? You better not be trying to scare me.”
“I’m serious!” Rachel’s eyes frantically scanned the area where she had seen movement. “Hello? Is somebody there?” she called.
“Should we call the police?”
A low, menacing voice filled the air, “What are you doing here?”
The girls stared in horror as a figure stepped out from behind a bookshelf. He was tall and hooded, and his face was hidden by shadows. He took a step toward them and raised a sword.
“How did you find this place?” he demanded. “Who sent you?”

Snow Bound Teaser Chapter

A moment of your time…
On Friday August 10, Semester Aboard was free for a day on Kindle. I watched it climb the Amazon free list and…honestly I’m not sure what numbers I expected. Maybe 100 copies or something. I was stunned, absolutely stunned, when my publisher texted me to let me know it had passed 500. Then, less than 3 hours later, she sent me other message to say it was over 800. Eight. Hundred. I have no shame in saying that I did a rather embarrassing happy dance. Then, the magnitude of that number hit me. 800 is more than the number of Facebook fans I have. It’s more than the number of total books I’ve sold in the year since Semester Aboard was published. Total, from any venue. It’s 8 times the number of people who have added it on Goodreads. Mind boggling. Exciting. Rather overwhelming.

So, I decided, why the heck not, and posted a challenge. If the number of free downloads hits 1000, I’ll post the first chapter from the sequel. I thought maybe I’d get up to 900, it was getting close to the end of the day.

1173. I don’t even think I can do the math for that one (that’s why I’m an author after all). Suffice to say, it’s a good 1000 more than I expected to get that day. 1000 more than what I have on Goodreads. Let me just say this to wrap up – thank you. Thank you! That’s to everyone who downloaded it, everyone who had it before, and everyone who spread the word about it. You’re why I write. And now, as promised…

More than Magic: Snow Bound

Chapter 1

Warning – Spoilers
If you haven’t read Semester Aboard, this chapter will be jam-packed with spoilers. If you’re looking for something to read, I suggest you go here instead! 
It was almost beautiful. The pines lining the sides of the road were covered in snow, and when the bus slowed down I could almost see each needle encased in ice. In fact, it had been beautiful … four hours ago. It had only taken two to start getting sick of the scenery. The only thing that had changed about the landscape, since I’d boarded the bus from the airport, was the color of the snow. The sun was just starting to set; now everything was green and sunset-pink, instead of green and white. I shifted my weight and tried to stretch my legs.
“Seventeen minutes to Winter Valley,” Bill called.
Bill was the bus driver. He was turning sixty-one in March and had been driving the bus between the airport and Winter Valley Ski Resort for almost forty years. He also, I had learned, was a very talkative, overly-friendly man. There were four other people on the bus with me and none of us had gotten a word in over Bill’s life story.
“How’s your panther, Sailor?” Bill asked with a laugh. He also thought he had a great sense of humor and had given everyone on the bus a nickname. Mine, thanks to the embroidered ship on the sweatshirt I was wearing, was Sailor.
I looked into the cat carrier next to me. All I could see was a ball of black fur. To be fair, Rak was on the larger side for a cat.
“He’s fine! Thanks, Bill.”
The fur moved and I caught sight of a bright yellow eye. “Actually, his tail is cramping and he’s hungry,” Rak said.
Nobody else on the bus could hear him, so he spoke at a normal volume. I, on the other hand, had to cover my mouth to hide my reply. “It was the biggest one I found that I could carry-on the plane.”
Rak sighed and shifted his weight again. “I could have stayed home.”
“With Emily?”
He hissed in disdain. My little half-sister was fond of stuffing him into dresses.
“Besides, we’ve only been bonded since August. If I’m going to live on campus next semester I want to spend as much time with you as possible,” I added.
He purred in agreement and I leaned back against the window. If six months ago someone had told me where my life was heading I would have thought they were crazy. I had spent the summer studying abroad on a cruise ship. I had taken classes and visited different countries all along the west coast of Latin America. In fact, the sweatshirt that had earned me Bill’s nickname was a souvenir from the trip. But the cruise hadn’t exactly been what I had expected. By sheer dumb luck I had been in the right place at the right time and had met a few students who weren’t exactly human. They were magical beings and, much to my surprise, I was one too. Specifically: a witch. My parents were non-magics and I had gone the first twenty-one years of my life without even knowing that magic existed. Once they realized what I was, I became good friends with all five of them. Then, just when I thought my summer couldn’t get any more incredible, I arrived home to find my familiar waiting for me.
And I had never been happier to get home. Through chance or bad luck, there were other magics on the ship with us; vampires to be exact. My new friends and I almost hadn’t survived the trip. It was going to be nice to finally just relax with them.
“You should probably call Thomas to let him know we’re almost there,” Rak said.
I fumbled around in my purse for my phone, spotting my wand as I did. There were a number of different ways to carry a wand around and I had yet to find one I really liked. Someday I’d be able to reliably shrink it, but for now, I had to rely on less magical means. So far, my purse was the easiest place to keep it handy. Rak insisted that it wouldn’t break easily, so I wasn’t worried about it banging around in my purse. I pushed it aside and pulled out my phone.
“No service,” I groaned.
“Maybe that’s why Thomas didn’t answer before.”
I sighed and put my phone back in my purse. I had called Thomas as soon my plane landed, but had had to leave a voice mail. If he didn’t get service up here either, there was a good chance I’d end up stranded at the bus stop. Then again, there were worse situations to be in than stuck at a bus stop near a ski lodge. I stretched again and settled back to watch the darkening landscape fly by. Now that I was minutes away—I hoped—from seeing my friends again, I could feel the excitement building. We had all kept in touch with email, but this would be the first time I had seen any of them since we had gotten off of the ship back in August. I couldn’t wait to spend the next two weeks with them.
It wasn’t just the prospect of seeing them again that had me excited, they were the only other magics I had ever really spent time with. Now that I knew what some species of magics looked like, I had started spotting them now and again. Unfortunately I had yet to see one in a situation where I could talk with them. There was also the fact that I lived with my stepmother and Emily. They were both non-magics, which meant it was illegal to tell them anything about my new life. That itself was frustrating, even though I had been prepared for it. What I hadn’t expected was just how much trouble it would be. Non-magics couldn’t hear Rak’s voice, so he was free to talk to me whenever he wanted, but I couldn’t always reply. We’d figured out a simple system of gestures that I could use when nobody was looking, but it was still frustrating to not be able to talk to him whenever Rachel or Emily were around. Fortunately, over the past few weeks our bond had strengthened to the point where we could sense each other’s emotions from time to time. It was still faint, but it had started to make our stealth conversations easier. Poor Rak had it harder than I did. He had to periodically use the litter box to keep Rachel from getting suspicious; despite the fact that she usually asked me to clean it. Even though he complained about having to use it, he grudgingly admitted that it was nice to have a litter box around if someone left the toilet lid down. We were both looking forward to spending some time alone with other magics, which was something we’d never gotten to do together.
Even as my excitement grew, there was still one issue I couldn’t shake … Shannon, my best friend and cousin. We had grown up together and hadn’t ever really been apart until college. Even then, we had spent all of our vacations, and most of our weekends, visiting each other. This summer had been the first time we had split up. We had calculated that it was the longest single stretch of time that we had been apart since we were little kids. We kept telling ourselves that we’d have winter break … yet here I was. Luckily, she’d gotten an invitation to go skiing in Colorado with some college friends. As much as I wanted to see my magic friends again, if Shannon hadn’t been able to make plans I probably wouldn’t have left her. I certainly wouldn’t have gone for two weeks. But I still felt bad that we weren’t spending winter break together and I knew that she did, too. I also still felt guilty that I had had to lie to her about most of my summer adventures or at least downplay them. Even though I was hoping to experience some new magical things on this trip, I’d have to lie about those to her, too.
That, I supposed, was something I’d just have to get used to as a magic. I tried to turn my thoughts back to how exciting it would be to see everybody again. It worked, but I started to feel a nervous knot forming in my stomach as the minutes ticked by. As much as I was looking forward to seeing Thomas, I was also worried about it. I had developed a massive crush on him over the summer, and halfway through the trip he had kissed me. Then he had never mentioned it again. Just to make things more complicated, the kiss had happened while there was a very good chance that a vampire was about to kill us both. Given the situation, the reasons behind the kiss were that much harder to analyze. As if that wasn’t enough, everyone else insisted that Thomas did like me; he just moved slow. It didn’t make me feel any better.
Suddenly, the trees parted and we were out of the seemingly endless forest. The bus pulled into a large parking lot covered in road salt. We drove past a row of small shops and stopped by a little glass shelter.
“Well, we’re here,” Bill announced. He waited patiently as everyone got off of the bus and then started pointing out the sights. “Down the street there is a grocery store, a great shop that will fulfill all of your winter sport’s needs. Next is a pizza place; Don is a good friend of mine, the food is great. Finally the rental agency for the cabins is over there. The lodge is up those stairs there; do be careful, there’s usually ice. Gear rental is on the other side with the slopes. And the hotel is that large building there!”
When the bus was unloaded, three of the people I had been with went straight for the hotel and the fourth started for the shops. Bill helped a new group load their suitcases onto the bus and soon I found myself standing by the shelter. I had my suitcase on one side, Rak’s carrier on the other, and my skis resting against my shoulder. I checked my phone again, but still had no bars. I hoped someone would come along soon. It was a lot colder than it had been in Maryland and the fact that it was rapidly getting dark wasn’t helping.
“You know where you’re off to, Sailor?” Bill asked.
“I’m being picked up.”
“I’d be happy to wait with you … but I do have to get back to the airport on time.” He glanced at the bus and the people settling down inside.
“Go on ahead, I’ll be fine. Thank you for driving me.”
Bill beamed. “Not a problem! I’ll be back to take you down again. Two weeks, right?” I nodded. “See you then, Sailor!” He bent down and waggled his fingers at Rak’s carrier. “Bye, Panther!”
“Bye, Bill!”
Rak muttered a goodbye as well and then it was just us. I made sure that there weren’t any non-magics close enough to see, and then slipped my wand out of my purse.
Mar,” I whispered, casting a spell to give me night vision and warm me up. My night vision would have been stronger and I would have been warmer if I had cast them separately, but doing two-in-one was a little more advanced. I considered it good practice. I glanced around again to make sure nobody was watching, and then aimed my wand down at Rak’s carrier. “Ahn.”
The door clicked open and Rak pushed his head out. He gingerly set one paw on the pavement and I felt an odd, distant sensation of cold and damp on my left palm. He leaned out far enough to turn and see the top of his carrier, and then avoided touching any more snow with a trick he referred to as: jumping. Every species of familiar had their own unique ability. In fact, one of the first magical things I had ever seen was a raven using a power that lets them transform into any other type of bird. Cats were able to teleport themselves anywhere that they could see, provided there was nothing between them and their destination; although Rak had wrinkled his nose in disdain when I had used the term teleport.
The distance between where he was and the top of the carrier was so short that I didn’t even see him vanish. The only sign of his jump was the wisps of black smoke hanging around the carrier. He stretched gratefully and yawned, then sat down to clean the paw that had touched the ground.
I turned just in time to see a blur of motion. Suddenly, someone slammed into me and lifted me completely off the ground in a bone-crushing hug.
“Jen, Jen, Jen, Jen, Jen! I missed you! It’s so grand to see you!” I recognized the gravelly voice and the hint of an Irish accent instantly. Nevertheless, I would have known who he was without a single word. The sheer size of him would have been a dead giveaway, even if he hadn’t punctuated how glad he was to see me by licking me from chin to temple.
“I missed you too, TS,” I said, trying to dodge his tongue. That was one of his habits I didn’t think I’d ever get used to.
He gave me another squeeze and then set me down, grinning. It was the same old, familiar grin: wide, goofy, and almost adorable, with his tongue partially lolling out. It was good to see him. Then I noticed that even though his hair was just as shaggy as usual, it was a shockingly light gray.
“What did you do to your hair?”
He looked confused for a moment, then laughed and scratched at it. “Nothing, it’s my winter coat.” A few strands of his original brown fluttered down and he scratched more vigorously. “Still shedding, it really bloody itches.” As he spoke I realized that he had also shaved off his goatee, although I could see gray stubble that looked a couple of days old.
“It looks good,” I offered, not sure if laughing would offend him.
It was almost surreal to be standing next to TS. I had been looking forward to seeing everyone again since the summer, but now that I was here I couldn’t quite believe it was finally happening. The butterflies that had formed in my stomach on the bus were still eagerly fluttering and I was sure that I was grinning like an idiot. I hesitated before introducing Rak. TS was less than fond of cats. I hoped it wouldn’t be too awkward.
I took a deep breath. “TS, this is Rak.”
TS hardly even glanced down at him. “Hi.”
Rak curled his tail around his ankles and replied with an equally unenthusiastic, “Hello.”
I had just enough time to think that this hadn’t gone as badly as I had been expecting when TS said, “You know, you could trade him in for a jackal.”
Never mind. But I was ready with what I hoped was the one response that would get TS to accept, or at least tolerate, having a cat around. Werewolves were among the few kinds of magics who could form magical bonds the way witches and familiars could. And werewolves took their bonds very seriously.
“Rak and I are bonded,” I said firmly.
TS winced. “Right. Sorry, I was just kidding,” he muttered. Then, to my surprise, he bent down and held a hand out to Rak. “Nice to meet you.”
I felt a faint sense of surprise from Rak as he lifted a paw and shook TS’ hand. “You too.” It was a very brief handshake. When it was over TS wiped his hand on his pants and Rak looked like he was considering cleaning his paw.
“Feels weird having a cat in my pack.” TS looked at his hand and wrinkled his nose.
TS considered me a good enough friend that he had bonded to me, which made me part of his pack. It was a weak bond and I was unable to sense it at all, but werewolves felt a magically enhanced sense of loyalty and affection to packmates. Since he had bonded to me, TS would always faintly sense how I was and he’d know if anything ever happened to me. I had wondered if that bond would automatically extend to my familiar; it seemed like it did. I couldn’t help but feel a little bad for TS. It would be weird to hate cats, but be compelled to care about one.
I reached out and scratched TS’ back to comfort him. “You’ll get used to it.”
He leaned into my hand and sighed. “I sort of hope not.”
Given that he was bonded to me, I wasn’t at all surprised that TS had come to pick me up. But I hadn’t expected him to be alone. For one thing, Thomas had said that he’d meet me at the bus stop. For another, he was part of TS’ pack. Thomas wasn’t just any packmate, TS had formed a much rarer bond with him; one as strong as mine would be with Rak. It was a little odd to find TS without Thomas around.
“Where is Thomas?” I couldn’t resist asking. Eager as I was to see him again, I was also concerned about his health. Thomas had been sick, extremely sick, during the summer. Even though he had assured me that he was better now, I wanted to see it for myself. That, and a silly voice in the back of my mind wondered if he was avoiding me because of the kiss. I mentally rolled my eyes at my reaction. I still couldn’t quite believe I had developed such a massive, ridiculous crush on him.
“Stuck doing MES business. We only get service at the lodge and he checked his voice mail to see if you called earlier. Some useless bloke from the office called at the exact right moment and Tom’s been on the phone with him for an hour.”
“Oh. Is it serious?”
They all worked for the Magical Enforcement and Security Agency. When they first told me about MES I thought of it as a magical FBI or something like that. I wasn’t too far off, but I had since learned that MES did quite a bit more than that. There were countless different jobs, some fairly mundane sounding, within the agency. Just about any magic, regardless of what they studied, seemed to be able to find work with them. And, since MES kept an eye on pretty much everything magics did, it was impossible to not find yourself involved with them.
An agent had actually shown up at my house to give a little “welcome to the magical world” spiel. It had been kind of nice. He’d walked me through registering as a new magic—something I was rather old to be doing—and applying for my own magical ID. He had also referred me to some local businesses that catered to magics and given me a crash course in magical laws. Thomas had seemed adorably jealous when I told him about it. He said if he had known he would have come down to visit me and done it all himself.
But it wasn’t all paperwork and red tape, even though most of the emails they sent me mentioned something tedious they’d done at work. Some aspects of MES were much darker. Everyone except Mariana, who was just an intern, was certified to deal with “dangerous” magics and had arresting authority. As I had learned firsthand, they were even expected to use deadly force if necessary. I wondered if Thomas would have to cut the vacation short if something really serious was going on.
Before I could worry too much, TS shook his head. “Nah, it’s nothing. He’s a wisp. And wisps are all mental. It’s a wonder they don’t sack him.”
Rak knew that I had no idea what a wisp was. “Air elemental.”
A few months was hardly enough time to learn everything there was to know about magics. Luckily Rak had assured me that you never really learned everything. I felt a little embarrassed that it had hardly been five minutes and I’d already learned something new. Then again, I supposed that was part of what I had been looking forward to. There were probably countless things I had just never wondered about because I couldn’t spend enough time around other magics. I’d probably learn more in the two weeks with my friends than I could in a month with just Rak. He had, regretfully, explained that familiars weren’t some sort of all-knowing being designed to teach witches and wizards all about magic. He knew a lot about our world because he had grown up in it, but he wasn’t prepared to sit me down and teach me everything he knew.
“What’s the difference between a sylph and a wisp?” I really was curious, but I also wanted to remind TS that I wasn’t quite as clueless as I had been over the summer.
“Erm … sylphs are normal and wisps are mad?” TS offered. Unfortunately, my friends weren’t exactly ready with Magic World 101 either.
I decided to just wait and ask an elemental instead. “So, do we wait for Thomas?”
TS cocked his head thoughtfully. I knew he was trying to sense Thomas and wondered if I got the same expression on my face when I tried to sense Rak. It was going to be interesting being around them now that I had a bond of my own.
“Still talking,” TS announced. “And bored as hell. That agent talks as much as Bill.”
“The bus driver?” I giggled.
“Right. He’s a nutter, that one.”
“He’s a lonely, old man.”
TS snorted. “He’s only a few years older than me. And he talks just as much as he did forty years ago when he was a young nutter.”
That was the one thing about magics I still had trouble with. I knew we were immortal—it certainly wasn’t something that I could forget—but it was still something that I couldn’t quite keep my head wrapped around. Even though I knew that I was thirty years younger than TS, it was hard to see a guy who looked my age and keep his real age in mind.
“At any rate, I don’t think Tom’ll be done any time soon, so we might as well head to the cabin. He’ll catch up.”
“The cabin?”
“I thought we were staying in the lodge,” said Rak.
“So did I!”
TS laughed. “What, with a bunch of non-magics? We’ve got a little cabin all to ourselves.” He picked up my suitcase and started walking. “Come on.”
Rak hopped off of his carrier and started gingerly trotting on the snow after him. I grabbed my skis and the cat carrier, slowly trailing behind them. TS led us down the road, but abruptly turned and headed into the trees. The sun was fully down and I was glad I had already cast my night vision spell. Even so, it was still a little dark and creepy in the woods. The snow was deeper than it had been on the road. Rak paused and turned in my direction. He bent to leap and I braced myself as he jumpedup onto my shoulder to escape the snow.
“Where is the cabin?” I asked.
“About three miles this way.”
“Three miles?” I stopped and looked down at my shoes. They were warm for now, but I wasn’t sure if they would hold up to three miles of hiking, especially in snow. My snow boots were somewhere at the bottom of the bag TS had. I also hadn’t planned on lugging my skis that far and they were already digging into my shoulder.
“Don’t worry, you won’t be walking.”
TS kept going and I hurried to catch up. We only hiked for another minute or two when TS stopped next to a sled, dropping my bag into it. He gestured for me to add my skis and I gratefully slung them down into the plastic sled. TS lashed them in place with a rope, and then picked up another one tied to the front of the sled and started untangling it. There was a lot more to it than a simple rope for pulling kids up a hill. He set it back down, stretched, and changed into a wolf.
“Whoa,” I breathed. He hadn’t been joking about his winter coat. I’d seen him turn into a wolf a hundred times, but he’d always had his brown summer coat. Just like his hair, his fur was now a mix of silvers and whites. He shook and sent out a shower of brown strands. TS was much bigger than a non-magic wolf, but his thick winter coat made him look even larger than I remembered.
TS stuck his nose under a loop of the sled’s rope and wiggled into it. I realized that it was a harness. He turned and looked at me over his shoulder, tongue lolling out in a big doggy grin.
“Want a ride?”
I smiled back. “Sure.”
Rak jumped off of my shoulder and onto my bag. I walked over to TS and he crouched down. I had ridden him before, but it was still a little odd to be riding a werewolf. His coat was definitely a lot thicker than it had been. It was kind of like sitting on a fluffy horse.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
“The cat can ride too if he likes,” TS muttered.
“Oh. Thanks.” Rak sounded just as resigned about it as TS. I couldn’t see him, but somehow I knew he was about to jump and was ready for it when he landed on my shoulder. He hopped down in front of me and settled in on TS’ back.
Then TS started walking. A moment later he broke into a brisk trot. I leaned forward a little to escape the wind and wished that I had worn my hat.
A light off to the side caught my attention and I squinted into the trees, trying to figure out what it was. I realized after a moment that the light was from a cabin.
“Hey,” I called to TS. “Aren’t you worried someone will see you?” We were awfully close to the cabin and a giant wolf being ridden by a person wasn’t something we wanted non-magics to see.
“Not really. They put out a warning if there are non-magics renting the cabins and there aren’t any right now,” TS explained.
“So, is this a magic resort?” I asked in surprise.
“Sort of. It’s run by magics. There are a ton of non-magics around, but this place is fairly magic friendly. To be honest, the slopes aren’t the best, but there are enough perks for us here that it’s worth it.”
“What sort of perks?”
TS stopped by a little wooden sign with numbers and arrows on it, then turned sharply and started trotting again. I realized that we were on a small path. The lights from a different cabin glowed in the distance. I spotted another little sign and footprints leading down a path that led toward the cabin.
“Well, the private cabins for one,” TS said. “They also try to give you cabins based on what sort of magic you are. And I’m allowed to hunt if I want. Got a moose a few years back. Now that was brilliant.”
“Have you really known Bill for forty years?”
“So, you come a lot then?”
“All the time. Tom and I have been coming here since I was a puppy.” He turned down a fork in the path. “Just another mile or so. Mind if I run?”
I slipped a hand under the rope harness and tightened my grip on his fur. “Go for it.”
TS broke into a much smoother run than I had expected. Rak burrowed back against my stomach and I wrapped an arm around him, hoping one hand was enough to hold on. The wind whipped by and stung my cheeks. It was actually sort of exhilarating.
“If you can do this any time you want, is skiing even fun?” I asked.
“Anything fast is fun!” TS called over his shoulder.
Even though Rak growled and huddled closer to me, I could faintly sense that he was also enjoying the run. A minute, at the most, had gone by when TS slowed back down to an easy lope. I was about to ask what was wrong when we turned off of the path and down a smaller one. Had we gone a mile that fast?
“This is us,” he announced.
He went a few feet down the path, and then abruptly stopped right next to a tree. He leaned so far to one side that I had to clamp my legs around him to keep myself from sliding off.
“What are you—” Then I heard a very distinct sound. “Oh my God, TS!” I cried.
TS lowered his head and flattened his ears in embarrassment. “Sorry. There’s another werewolf in the next cabin over. I can’t help it.”
“Dogs,” Rak hissed in disgust.
“Don’t give me that,” TS said. “Cats mark their territory too.”
“We’re decent enough to do it in private.”
TS didn’t answer. Instead, he moved back onto the path and started trotting again. A moment later the trees parted and the cabin came into view. I smiled; it looked like something out of a movie.
The cabin—an actual log cabin—sat in the middle of a snow covered clearing. A thick plume of smoke billowed out of the chimney and too-bright lights from the windows cast a warm glow on the frosted ground. TS stopped near the door and I eagerly slid off of his back.
“Here we are then,” he stated, opening the door.
Rak jumped from my arms and right into the cabin, TS and I following him in. The interior of the cabin was really cute and cozy looking. From the outside it had looked like a two-story cabin, but inside there was a huge, vaulted ceiling. The logs and rafters were all bare and rustic looking. A massive stone fireplace with a chimney went all the way up one wall. A stack of firewood, taller than me, was piled up next to it with a large fire burning away inside. A big, flat-screen TV mounted on the fireplace sort of took away from the ambiance, but it looked like it would be a great place to curl up and watch a movie. There were two big, comfy looking couches with thick blankets draped over them, and a large dining table with matching chairs made out of branches. There was a door in the back wall, directly across from the front door, and another door next to the fireplace. The only sound was the crackling from the fire. I had expected to see the rest of my friends, but it looked like the cabin was empty.


Joann Buchanan’s Blog Tour Interview

 Joann Buchanan has stopped by the blog today for her tour of I Am Wolf! She’s answered some fun questions and shared her links. Enjoy the read and be sure to follow her via her links and on the rest of the tour! 

*Where are you from? 
I was raised in San Diego. 

*Coffee, tea or chocolate and why? 
Coffee and chocolate, because it combines two of my faves in one. Mocha Late’

*What one animal do you think fits you the most and why? 
I have to go with wolf, I’m fierce when it comes to protecting kids and I love having a big family. 

*What does reading mean to you?Reading is an escape from the every day world we live in. For a short amount of time, I get to travel to other worlds, fall in love and go on adventures. I get to solve mysteries and even make friends who love the same books as I do. 

*When and why did you begin writing? 
I was 12 when I started writing. 

*When did you first consider yourself a writer? 
It’s really odd, because I have had 2 pieces of work published through a company but it wasn’t until recently that I considered myself a writer. I was doing my Writer Tip Tues show with Jack Remick when I realized I’m a writer. See we were doing a flash exercise and I caught something that improved on the submission. At that point I thought wow, I’m a writer. Up until then, even with two pieces of work published, I considered myself just a student. In a lot of ways I still do. However, I’m also a writer and that is surreal and cool to be able to say. 

*What inspired you to write your first book? 
I was grounded to my room with only books to read that I had already read and paper to write on. I chose to write a book. It was really just something to waste time with. I didn’t know until that point that I would fall in love with writing. 

*Do you have a specific writing style?
I like to immerse my readers into the worlds I create. I like to paint a picture that they can see, taste, touch and feel everything my characters are experiencing. I think it breathes life into a story. If I have a character that bites her nails when she is nervous, I let the reader know. If there is a smell of honey suckle, then I want my readers to know it. Other than that, I just want them to have a great time learning and getting to know my characters. 

*What was your life like before becoming an author? 
Less hectic…most people don’t realize that there is a lot of work to be done after you are published. The amount of PR work that is involved in getting the word out about a novel is amazing. 

*What sparked the idea for your series? 
The wolves were inspired from a folklore I found about this warrior who was born with a wolf spirit and human spirit in him. Both sides were always fighting to get out, then one night he was needed in battle and the warrior let his wolf spirit free and won the battle. I got to thinking about that story and the simplicity of it and how it must have been for the character. Then I thought what would the consequences be if the wolf came out and bit a human. Then I asked myself, what if the whole reason for the wolf spirit was to assist in maintaining the balance of nature.

Also as lame as it sounds, I wanted to convey the message that everything has consequence and purpose and that abuse of power would lead to darkness in life. I also wanted to show the real line between good and evil in all the choices we make. If I did my job right, then I achieved that and entertained at the same time. That part is the important part of it all. The entertainment part that is. I should probably tell you that everything that happens in book 1 is important. There isn’t a single thing in there that’s just because I thought it would be cool…lol. Every event, scene and interaction is integral to the rest of the story.  

*Which comes first? 
The first word on the page. 

*What was your favorite part of the book? 
Cara’s wonderland. She is a beautiful character that has a vivid imagination and full of spirit. 

*How personal is your writing?
I think all writing is personal. I mean really when you look at it, every story we write comes from within us. We have both dark and light sides and we use those sides of us to create the worlds. We are the monster, the angel, the mom and dad, we are the everything in our books. The characters are real, because they are from us.

*What advice do you have for someone who would like to become a published writer? 
Keep learning, reading and writing. Those are the most important things you can do. 

*What is your favorite authors/books? 
Stephen King, Frank Herbert, Stephanie Meyers, David B. Coe, R.A. Salvatore. 

*If you could have dinner with one person, dead or alive, who would it be and why?
I would like to sit down with Stephen King. He has been in the business for so long. I would like to just listen to what he had to say about his life in the writing community. There is so much we can all learn from one another, and he has been a favorite of mine since I was a child. Between him and David B. Coe, they shaped the way I write and think about the worlds I create. I have had the opportunity to talk with David B. Coe, but I was so nervous that I messed up the interview. I will never forget his kindness though. 

*Tell us your latest news?
I’m doing my first appearance in Amarillo and Lubbock Texas on March 24th. On March 23rd, I’m going to be on the morning show on television. That is going to be a first for me. I can’t wait. Also, The Kiss, book 2 is almost ready to ship off to the editor. It’s slated to be released in June. I can’t wait to see what people think of what is going on in Sister’s Oregon and with the Tibolt’s clan. 


Interview with Sheryl Steines

Please enjoy this interview with Sheryl Steines, author of the urban fantasy novel, The Day of First Sun. Then read on to learn how you can win huge prizes as part of this blog tour, including $450 in Amazon gift cards, a Kindle Fire, and 5 autographed copies of the book.

If you could travel in a time machine, would you go back to the past or into the future? 
I would go to the past, meet famous people, see history as it happened.  I’d be afraid to go to the future.  I’m not sure I really want to know when I die.

If you could jump into a book, and live in that world, which would it be? 
This might be to expected, but I would love to live at Hogwarts, stroll through Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, play with all the magical stuff, and visit the Weasleys at their house.  I saw the Harry Potter exhibit at the museum a few years ago, and it just seemed so fun.

If a movie was made about your life, who would you want to play the lead role and why? 
Sandra Bullock.  Since she became a movie star, people all over the place tell me I look like her.  She’s also funny.  I can only imagine how much more interesting and funny my life would be if she were the lead.

When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? 
I always knew I wanted to be a writer.  There were times that I thought I wanted to be an interior decorator, but in the end, I was always much happier writing and creating.

Who are your favorite authors of all time?
I have two.  The first would be Stephen King.  I was always amazed by the detail and imagination he used in his books, especially the earliest books.  I watched him on an interview many years ago and he was talking about the things he was afraid of, one of which was sleeping with his feet outside the covers at night.  He would always cover his feet so that the monsters under the bed wouldn’t get him.  I laughed so hard because I do the same thing.  J.K. Rowling is also a favorite.  Her life story and Harry Potter reminded me that I wanted to be a writer when I was seven.  She reminded me of the genre that I loved.  It got me thinking about what stories intrigued me.  I watched her interview on Oprah and cried through the entire thing.  It got me thinking of ways to take my personal experiences and hide them in the fantasy world.

What do you do in your free time? 
I read, a lot.  In the winter, I spend time at museums and go shopping.  In the summer, I love to go to flea markets.  You could never have too many fleas.  I love to travel.  I spend most of the summer driving my 1966 Mustang convertible.

What is your guilty pleasure? 
I’m a huge fan of Ninja Warrior.  Yeah, the Japanese obstacle course.  On one side, it’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen.  On the other side of it, the obstacles are so challenging, and the participants are so revered for making it through each stage that it is a huge honor to win.

Favorite places to travel? 
I love Europe, London being my favorite city.  I’ve been to Scotland, France, Italy, Germany and Austria.  The Austrian/German Alps are some of the most beautiful landscapes I have ever seen.

Favorite way to spend a rainy day? 
In front of the television watching my favorite movies.  Who doesn’t love Ferris Buehler’s Day Off and Sixteen Candles.

If you could have a superpower, what would you choose? 
Telekinesis!  Then I could clean my house without actually having to do anything.

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About the book: A vampire, a rogue wizard and an army of soulless zombies are par for the course for Annie Pearce and Bobby “Cham” Chamsky of the Wizard’s Guard. But when the non-magical princess, Amelie of Amborix, is murdered by magical means, a deeper plot unfolds.  Get it on Amazon.

About the author: Behind the wheel of her ’66 Mustang Convertible, Sheryl is a constant surprise, using her sense of humor and relatable style make her books something everyone can enjoy. Visit Sheryl on her website, Twitter, Facebook, or GoodReads.

An Excerpt from The Day of First Sun, Plus $450 in Amazon Gift Cards & a Kindle Fire up for grabs! Novel Publicity

Please enjoy this excerpt from the urban fantasy novel, The Day of First Sun. Then read on to learn how you can win huge prizes as part of this blog tour, including $450 in Amazon gift cards, a Kindle Fire, and 5 autographed copies of the book.

Sturtagaard chose not to speak, though it was he who had called for the meeting. They both checked their watches and realized they had been sitting across from him for ten minutes, watching him sniff the air. If he wanted to play this, they would play along at least for a little while longer, though both were tired of the leering. As the vampire sniffed again, Cham finally figured out why.
“You know, you called us. We really don’t have anything to say to you, so if you’re just playing games, we’re happy to leave. I’ve got other, more important things to do than watch you sniff and leer,” Cham finally said, and stood up.
Sturtagaard smiled as he watched Cham open the door because he much preferred dealing with Annie, but when she stood up, too, he realized he’d overplayed his hand.
“If I talk, my employer will have me staked. I’d like some assurance that you won’t do the same,” he said rather quickly, before they left.
They turned and looked at him, both rolling their eyes.
“I’ll have you staked if you don’t talk,” replied Cham, as he stood by the door.
“You’re out of options if you ever hope to get out of here again,” Annie said calmly, focusing on his face.
Sturtagaard squirmed a little in his seat, as Annie’s expression was somewhat disquieting and unemotional. He looked at Cham, whose face was expressionless, and then back to Annie, who hadn’t moved a muscle. The vampire sighed.
“You heard right. I was hired to create a zombie army to overthrow the Wizard Council,” Sturtagaard said. His voice remained steady and calm with resignation.
“Who wants to overthrow the Council?” asked Cham, his hand still clutching the door.
“My employer. I’ve told you, I don’t know who he is. I always dealt with his associate. He’d show up, leave notes, or send others with messages. I’ve never contacted him.” He looked from one to the other, but they both remained stony and detached. “Come on, now. I can’t give you information I don’t have.” Sturtagaard was charming.
Annie rolled her eyes again. “You really don’t have any idea who the employer is?” she asked with sarcasm.
“Really, I don’t,” he said.
“So you’re building an army of the dead. How long did you have to get this done?” Annie took out her phone and pulled out her calendar.
“He wanted it ready for September first.”
Annie looked up with a grimace, and Cham looked surprised. She didn’t need to mark the date on her calendar or research its significance, though neither could figure out why a zombie army had to be created for that day, the Day of First Sun. It was a very powerful and ancient day for good magic.
“So, your employer wants an army of the dead on that day? Why?” Cham asked in a flat, emotionless voice.
“He’s a black wizard. What do you think he wants? He wants to overthrow the Council, take over the world, practice magic in the open. You know, the typical magical fantasy.” Sturtagaard grinned because he believed that would benefit the entire supernatural world.
“Wipe the smirk off your face, Sturtagaard. Having free reign won’t be as good as you think, with all the angry mobs, torches, and stakes through the heart.”
Annie smirked at Cham, who shook his head and laughed. He waited to compose himself before looking back at the vampire.

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About the book: A vampire, a rogue wizard and an army of soulless zombies are par for the course for Annie Pearce and Bobby “Cham” Chamsky of the Wizard’s Guard. But when the non-magical princess, Amelie of Amborix, is murdered by magical means, a deeper plot unfolds. Get it on Amazon.

About the author: Behind the wheel of her ’66 Mustang Convertible, Sheryl is a constant surprise, using her sense of humor and relatable style make her books something everyone can enjoy. Visit Sheryl on her website, Twitter, Facebook, or GoodReads.

Sales and Pictures and Pins

As of just a few moments ago I “sold” my 100th book since adding Semester Aboard to the Smashwords Read an E-Book Week sale!  All this week Semester Aboard – and countless other books – are free or deeply discounted on Smashwords!  This is really exciting, especially considering that I had under 100 total buys before entering the sale.  I’ve seen a few more people add to their Goodreads shelves since the sale started as well.  I’m beyond thrilled.

Yesterday the “interview” with Charlie went live.  You can find it here!  It was a fun little twist on an interview.  If anyone wants to interview another of my characters let me know!  It was a blast!

Today, a sneak peek of Semester Aboard was posted on Indies Unlimited. I may be doing a guest post with them as well in the near future.

In celebration of the interview with Charlie, I had a little contest on my Facebook Page where people posted pictures of what they think he looks like!  I chose three winners and then posted a picture I had found.  The winners each got a signed bookmark, I’ll be doing a bunch of shout-outs and page promos for them, and I pinned their winning pictures on Pinterest: my newest addiction!  And, obviously, they are also getting mentioned here!

First we have a lovely shot David Wenham from Melissa Ringstead of There for You Editing! She would also like me to give a shout-out to Anchor Group Publishing. I stumbled onto some pictures of him when looking for my own vision of Charlie and considered them for a bit.  I guess great minds think alike!

Next, we have Jenny Needham’s picture of someone who reminds me of Big Pete.  If anyone knows who this is, let me know!  Jenny requested a shout-out for Black Words-White Pages, who will be doing a giveaway when they hit 300 likes! As I said on Facebook, Charlie would never let himself get this scruffy, but you never know!

Last, but not least, we have someone you probably all know, posted by Brittany Hiester.  She asked me to promo the page My Home Away From Home, which is a great page!  So, here we have Rupert Grint! I hesitated to choose his picture, since we all know which magical story he’s famous for. But, that may be the price I pay for having a red-head of my own.  To be fair, aside from being too tall, he is a good Charlie!
 And now, the one I came across!  This is Kirsten Myburgh, and I guess he was rumored as playing Tin-Tin or something, IMDB is vague.  Anyway, other than having eyes the wrong color he is just about spot-on as Charlie!  I sent a picture of him to my go-to Semester Aboard guru and her immediate response was “Char!”
I’m excited to do this for the rest of the characters too!  Start finding pictures!  Thank you to everyone who entered this contest!
And last, but not least, I have finally gotten into Pinterest!  I’ve been adding pictures that remind me of Semester Aboard!

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