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Lost on Disc - Middle Grade novel

The computer powers down, ejecting a star fighter from his program. Flic offers to help Stargun find his way home, but the task is harder than he thinks. The star fighter's impatience leads them into all the wrong programs.

Flic wants to help, but he's terrified the Grand Master of the operating system will discover their plight and disintegrate both of them.

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The Secret Door by Stephanie Burkhart

REVIEW



The Secret Door - Budapest Moon Book 4





The Budapest Moon series shows us werewolves have feelings too. There are good and bad in their species as there are in humans. Humans do not understand how a werewolf's nature and honour work and because of this the wolves must hide their true nature from fellow humans.





The Secret Door is a gripping story from beginning to end. It starts with a chase, a fight and a problem to be solved. This led me through the book as each chapter solved some problems but  brought more issues to the forefront of the story. A wolf is slain when he tries to recover his witch from an enemy. This starts a feud between the clan of the killed wolf and the one who has the witch. The fact the witch wishes to stay with her abductor means nothing to the warring clan, they believe they have the right and will not stop until the witch is returned.





Ms Burkhart shows us how even a rogue wolf can turn from bad to good if he is guided along the right path. A human can fall in love with a werewolf if the wolf can prove he is not evil. I came to a greater understanding of werewolves as I read this novel. I always assumed no matter the nature of their human side, their wolf side was evil. The author showed me this is not always so and love can bloom in the weirdest places. The characters of this book had their own lives, problems and careers before they all came together which provided them with a rich depth making the story even more alluring. Well done Ms Burkhart, The Secret Door is a tribute to your talent as a writer.



























BLURB:




It's 1927 and Lord Zoltan Kristos, Hungary's Minister of the
Interior, takes great pains to hide the fact he's a werewolf from the world.
Despite his efforts, he's recognized when he goes to the Austrian-Hungarian
border to inspect the area for damage from a recent rare earthquake.




Zoltan is accused of stealing Kurt Meklau's witch, Inna, and
is recklessly pursed to Volturn Manor, a residence belonging to another
werewolf family, the Vargas. After a fight with Meklau, Zoltan barely escapes
and his adversary is found dead.




Sophia Varga and Tomas Martin find Zoltan. Sophia is
determine to attend to Zoltan's injuries and protect her home, but when Kurt's
father, Marcus, comes seeking revenege, Sophia is tested like never before. As
Zoltan and Sophia work together, attraction and desire flame between them.




Will the secrets Volturn Manor harbors offer Zoltan and
Sophia the clues they need to defeat Marcus and give them the opportunity to
explore their feelings for one another?












~~~~~~~~~~~~~




EXCERPT





























"Can you hang garlic plants
among the peppers? Even as men the garlic should keep Marcus and his brothers
away." Zoltan stood at the entrance to the garden, his soulful grey-blue
eyes unable to hide his disgust at the damage before him.






"We have some garlic, but
not enough for the entire crop," replied Tomas.




"If Marcus sends his gypsies
who aren't wolves, the garlic won't stop them." Sophia studied Zoltan. He
now exuded a feral masculinity in his firm expression and an air of command in
his voice. He appeared well rested and it was early in the day -- 12:30 p.m.
Usually, her parents didn't get up until 2 p.m. after a transformation.




"We'll need the patrols,
too." Zoltan paused, glancing at Tomas.




Tomas nodded. "I believe
there's a farmer's market in Sopron's main square today. I'll send a crew out
to buy as much as they can, but I don't think it will be enough."




"Send some workers to Györ
to buy from their markets as well," suggested Sophia.




"Good idea." Tomas
clasped his hands before him, and Sophia spied a spark of hope on his face.




"I suggest you focus on that
task, Tomas. It needs to be completed by nightfall. I'm going to confront
Marcus."




Sophia furrowed her brow.
"Now?"




"Yes, now. Do you have an
auto?"




"I do, but--"




"Then I hope you don't mind
if I borrow it."




Sophia pursed her lips,
disapproving of his request. "Have you thought this out?"




"Marcus is a beast. I will
not cower to him, and I want him to know it."




"Then I'll come with
you."




"No." His voice was
firm.




"If you want to use my auto,
I'm going with you."




"This isn't your
problem."




"You made it mine when you
brought Inna here," she retorted.










~~~~~~~~~~~~~




AUTHOR Bio and
Links:




I'm a member of Generation X, and was born in Manchester, New Hampshire.
After graduating from Central High, the U.S. Army gave me a job. I  spent 11 years in the military, 7 stationed
in Germany. While in the military I earned my B.S. in Political Science from California
Baptist University in Riverside, CA in 1995. After leaving the Army in 1997, I
settled in California. The New England Patriots are still My favorite football
team. I've been married for 20 years.




 Currently, I work for LAPD as a
911 Dispatcher. I'm a member of  EPIC
(Electronically Published Internet Connection). I'm published with Desert
BreezePublishing and 4RV Publishing.




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The Cracked Slipper

The Cracked Slipper

by Stephanie Alexander




~~~~~~~~~~~~~




BLURB:




When Eleanor Brice unexpectedly wins the heart of Gregory
Desmarais, Crown Prince of Cartheigh, she's sure she's found her
happily-ever-after. Unfortunately, Prince Charming has a loose grip on his
temper, a looser grip on his marriage vows, and a tight grip on the bottle.




Eight years of mistreatment, isolation and clandestine book
learning hardly prepare Eleanor for life at Eclatant Palace, where women are
seen, not heard. According to Eleanor's eavesdropping parrot, no one at court
appreciates her unladylike tendency to voice her opinion. To make matters worse,
her royal fiancé spends his last night of bachelorhood on a drunken whoring
spree. Before the ink dries on her marriage proclamation Eleanor realizes that
she loves her husband's best friend, former soldier Dorian Finley.




Eleanor can't resist Dorian's honesty, or his unusual
admiration for her intelligence, and soon both are caught in a dangerous
obsession. She drowns her confusion in charitable endeavors, but the people's
love can't protect her from her feelings. When a magical crime endangers the
bond between unicorns, dragons, and the royal family, a falsely accused Eleanor
must clear her own name to save her life. The road toward vindication will
force a choice between hard-won security and an impossible love.




The Cracked Slipper is a book club friendly fairytale
retelling in the vein of Gregory Maguire, with a dash of romance. Set in a
pseudo-renaissance, corset-and-petticoats enchanted kingdom, The Cracked
Slipper brings a magical twist to women's fiction.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~




EXCERPT




The dragon stood and
lumbered toward the first cave. It passed the other unicorns, slowing every few
steps, and they responded with reassuring whinnies. The next dragon appeared,
followed by two more of Tremor’s unicorn guides. The first dragon called to the
second, who screamed once in return. Both creatures seemed eager to get
underground.






The transfer continued for nearly
an hour without much fanfare. Eleanor thought she must have miscounted when
there was a break in the procession.




“This will be the last one,” said
Gregory. “I wonder what’s taking so long.”




Tremor paced at the mouth of the
cave. Dark smoke rolled from under the ground. Tremor sent two of his fellows
down below, and when after a few minutes they did not return, Thromba called to
him to send two more.




Without warning, and with an
earsplitting scream, and a new dragon burst from the cave. Stubby horns
revealed her as a doe.




“Ho!”Gregory yelled. “Nestlings!”




Three baby dragons, about the
size of saddle horses, squealed and circled their mother’s feet. She screamed
and shot fire at the wall of men and unicorns. The men fell back. The unicorns
just shut their eyes. As Gregory steered Eleanor toward the cabin she caught a
flash of white behind the dragon’s legs.




Teardrop had somehow been pushed
from the line. She was pinned between the raging dragon and the canyon walls.
As the dragon backed and reared, her massive tail, all wrathful muscle, swung
in a deadly pendulum.




“Teardrop!”Eleanor screamed.




Teardrop zigged, looking for a
way around the mother dragon. The dragon’s tail came down hard and clipped the
mare across the shoulder. Teardrop slammed into the rock wall. She cowered,
stunned and heaving.




“Teardrop!”Eleanor yanked free of
Gregory’s grip.




“Eleanor, stop!”




She ran past the startled guards
and into the chaos.




“Get back!” Tremor snorted.




“I won’t!” She yelled to be heard
over the dragon. “I’m going to help her.”




“You can’t, and we must control
this situation.”




“I will, damnit!” She tried to
get around the stallion but he stepped in front of her again. “Get out of my
way!” she stormed.




He lowered his head. “If you
insist on this foolery at least let me help you.”




Gregory was shoving past the
guards, but she climbed onto Tremor’s back before he could reach her.




“Eleanor!”Gregory screamed.




She clung to Tremor’s mane as he
raced at the dragon. Her eyelashes stuck together in the blinding heat. Tremor
dodged and wheeled as the dragon spit fire. Two other unicorns flanked them.




Tremor skidded to a stop. Eleanor
leapt off and ran to Teardrop.

“Hurry!” Tremor called.




Foam dripped from Teardrop’s
muzzle as she pressed against the wall. She wasn’t bleeding—her thick hide was
nearly impenetrable—but a raised welt marred her shoulder. Her eyes rolled.




“Teardrop,”Eleanor tried to keep
her voice calm over the screams of the dragon as it went after Tremor. “Help
me. Take me back to Gregory.”




Teardrop swung her head at
Eleanor’s voice. Her dark eyes came into focus. “Why are you here?” she
whispered. “You will be killed.”




“So you must take me out.”




Teardrop nodded, and Eleanor
grabbed her mane and pulled herself onto the mare’s back.“Go, now,” she called.
“I need you to get me past this dragon.”




Teardrop scraped at the ground
with one hoof and pricked her ears. She watched Tremor and his helpers and the
mother dragon. She spotted an opening and dove for it. The dragon spun and
swung her tail again. Eleanor held on as Teardrop leapt. They barely cleared
the spinning spikes.




They came to a stop past the line
of unicorns, and Eleanor’s legs gave out when she slid to the ground. Gregory
caught her, cursing and kissing her.




“Dammit, Eleanor,” he said.
“You’re the most stubborn, disobedient, brave, exasperating woman.”




She sat on the ground with her
head between her knees. The magicians bustled around Teardrop. They tried to
examine her injury, but she snorted them away. She stood over Eleanor,
breathing down the back of her neck.




Eleanor raised her head as Tremor
called a dozen of his fellows into the skirmish. The doe blew fire, but more
unicorns pressed in and she backed down. Her children squeaked and smoked
around her. Tremor stepped from the line and knelt on one knee. To Eleanor’s
amazement one of the nestlings crept out from under its mother’s belly and
slunk toward him. The doe hissed a warning. Tremor stood, and gently touched
the baby dragon with his horn.




The doe exhaled a long blast of
fire, but this time there was no fight in it. The other baby dragons came
forward, and Tremor touched them all before nudging them toward the new cave
with his muzzle. Their mother let our several low whistles and followed them.




Once the doe disappeared under
the ground, Thromba ran to Eleanor and Gregory. “Dear HighGod, sire,” he said.
“It was a botch-up, and the princess nearly roasted.”




“No, Thromba,” Gregory said. “We
both know you can never tell how the does with nestlings will react. Last year
we lost three men to a new mother. Not so bad, really.” He knelt beside
Eleanor.




“Are you angry with me?” she
asked.




“No,”he said. “How can I be
angry? But you must be more careful.”




He helped her stand on her shaky
legs. She ran a hand over Teardrop’s withers and the white hide twitched under
her fingers. “Does it hurt?” she asked.




“Some, but we heal quickly.”




“Princess,”said an airy voice
behind her. It was Tremor.




“Thank you,” she said. “I’m sorry
if I made things more complicated.”




Tremor lowered his head. “I thank
you,” he said. “For reminding me of what is important.”







~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Stephanie will be awarding a $10 Amazon gift card to a

randomly drawn commenter during the tour.




AUTHOR Bio and
Links:




Stephanie Alexander grew up in the suburbs of Washington, DC, the oldest
of three children. Drawing, writing stories, and harassing her parents for a
pony consumed much of her childhood. After graduating from high school in 1995
she earned a Bachelor of Arts in Communications from the College of Charleston,
South Carolina. She returned to Washington, DC, where she followed a long-time
fascination with sociopolitical structures and women’s issues to a Master of
Arts in Sociology from the American University. She spent several years as a
Policy Associate at the International Center for Research on Women, a
think-tank focused on women’s health and economic advancement.




Stephanie embraced full-time motherhood after the birth of the first of
her three children in 2003. After six wonderful years buried in diapers and
picture books she returned to her childhood passion and wrote her own
fairytale. Her family put down permanent southern roots in Charleston in 2011.
Stephanie is an adjunct professor of Sociology at the College of Charleston.




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Fantasy Favorites

Okay I admit it. I absolutely adore reading fantasy novels. I've got all of Anne McCaffrey's fantasy books: Dragons of Pern, Generation Warriors, Doona novels, Pegasus and several other series. She is one of the best fantasy authors I've read and her son seems to be taking after her. Maybe he'll do a series of his own in the near future.



Then of course there's David Eddings. Again I have all his fantasy novels. These two authors are the people who set my course onto writing fantasy by their example. They both have depth and polish to their writing. So much so that I read their books again and again and find them hard to put down.



Other authors I've found over the years who have become favorites are Naomi Novik and Trudi Canavan. Both have taken a unique approach to their fantasy worlds and enthral me with their stories. Naomi Novik takes history and bends it to include dragons. Wonderful dragons (another of my favourites). Trudi Canavan's worlds have magic at the core of their society. This brings magicians into conflict with other magicians, creating magical wars. Wonderful!



The above are more for adults than young people, but I do read Paul Stewart's Edge Chronicles and Wyrmweald series. I find it's nice to read stories that don't have romantic elements in them. Brian Jacques Redwall Series is another favorite. Philip Reeve's Predator Cities and Larkspur series also caught my imagination, the latter I felt was ideal for Middle Grade readers.



I recently attended a workshop on world building given by Nalini Singh, a paranormal best selling author. I went along believing it would give me more insight into building my fantasy worlds, which indeed it did. However, I got more than I bargained for.



It had never occurred to me that every book that is written has it's own world built. Doesn't matter whether it's historical, romantic, fantasy, mystery or suspense. The world is the story and the story is the world. Both must be right for the book or short story to succeed. Thank you so much Nalini for showing me this. I will look at my novels in a completely different way now, plus I will re-read those old favorites with an eye to how they are so successful in their world building, not only of alternate planets but of their characters and societies.



So there you have it. The reason and the authors who pointed me in the direction of fantasy writing. If you haven't come across some of these authors and you love fantasy, then I highly recommend one and all of them. Enjoy!!!

Fantasy Favorites

Okay I admit it. I absolutely adore reading fantasy novels. I've got all of Anne McCaffrey's fantasy books: Dragons of Pern, Generation Warriors, Doona novels, Pegasus and several other series. She is one of the best fantasy authors I've read and her son seems to be taking after her. Maybe he'll do a series of his own in the near future.



Then of course there's David Eddings. Again I have all his fantasy novels. These two authors are the people who set my course onto writing fantasy by their example. They both have depth and polish to their writing. So much so that I read their books again and again and find them hard to put down.



Other authors I've found over the years who have become favorites are Naomi Novik and Trudi Canavan. Both have taken a unique approach to their fantasy worlds and enthral me with their stories. Naomi Novik takes history and bends it to include dragons. Wonderful dragons (another of my favourites). Trudi Canavan's worlds have magic at the core of their society. This brings magicians into conflict with other magicians, creating magical wars. Wonderful!



The above are more for adults than young people, but I do read Paul Stewart's Edge Chronicles and Wyrmweald series. I find it's nice to read stories that don't have romantic elements in them. Brian Jacques Redwall Series is another favorite. Philip Reeve's Predator Cities and Larkspur series also caught my imagination, the latter I felt was ideal for Middle Grade readers.



I recently attended a workshop on world building given by Nalini Singh, a paranormal best selling author. I went along believing it would give me more insight into building my fantasy worlds, which indeed it did. However, I got more than I bargained for.



It had never occurred to me that every book that is written has it's own world built. Doesn't matter whether it's historical, romantic, fantasy, mystery or suspense. The world is the story and the story is the world. Both must be right for the book or short story to succeed. Thank you so much Nalini for showing me this. I will look at my novels in a completely different way now, plus I will re-read those old favorites with an eye to how they are so successful in their world building, not only of alternate planets but of their characters and societies.



So there you have it. The reason and the authors who pointed me in the direction of fantasy writing. If you haven't come across some of these authors and you love fantasy, then I highly recommend one and all of them. Enjoy!!!

Three Little Demons from Faizah's Destiny

Three Little Demons




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a free ecopy of “Faizah’s Destiny.” ***




Hi Sue: Thanks for inviting my flock (herd,
bunch, gaggle) of demons to your blog. I hope they don’t leave a mess.




I use lots of Persian mythology in “Faizah's
Destiny.” If you’d like to know more about the three boys and Faizah
standing up to the gods and demons, you can read the book, or check my blog for
a list of posts on different topics.




In researching the various gods and other
legends of ancient Persian mythology, I found the three demons the war god Dev
uses to tempt the teens to the dark side. My favorite source on all things
mythical, the Encyclopedia Mythica, (http://www.pantheon.org/) came through
with Aesma, Buyasta, and Nanghaithya.








Dev, like all gods of war in mythology,
wants humans to fight. His ultimate purpose is to to usher in Armageddon. Why?
Because war is his thing and wiping out all humankind is on his to-do list.




To that end, he sends three daevas (demons,
if you will) to turn Faiza’s companions on the quest to the dark side (sort of
a Darth Vader thing). Demons often represent a failing of humankind. We all
have our demons, but Faizah’s three friends have demons visit them in more than
just their thoughts.




Aesma



Aesma

Aesma is the demon of lust and anger, wrath
and revenge. His wrath is mainly directed towards the cow (go figure). He is
the personification of violence, a lover of conflict and war.




Aesma appears to Parvaiz in the form of a
bear with a serpent’s tail. Parvaiz was a slave and has a mile-wide chip on his
shoulder. Aesma fuels that anger and convinces the boy the others are his
enemies, not his friends. Once sold on the idea, Parvaiz is told to wait for
Dev to call him into battle. And, of course, keep his mouth shut about the
little meeting.




Buyasta



An ancient Persian demon of laziness who
tries to prevent people from working. He is one of the Daevas.




Dev sends Buyasta in the form of a giant
spider to Bahaar, who has always dreamt of becoming a warrior. The demon takes
advantage of that dream to make Bahaar fall asleep (laziness) and dream of
himself as a mighty fighter in a huge battle. The good part: Bahaar is kicking
major butt. The bad part: The butts he’s kicking are those of his best friends.





Nanghaithya

An archfiend. Nanghaithya is the
personification of discontentment.






I really wonder how discontentment rates
the rank of archfiend, but if you think about it, much of the worst harm comes
from people not content in their lives. Nanghaithya has a little un-pep talk
(he’s a voice-over character) with Harib claiming that his friends all laugh at
him and only keep his company because his father is rich. The demon attempts to
make Harib discontented with his relationship with the others. Harib, however,
is having none of it. He’s the only of the three boys who stays true to Faizah.





This excerpt shows one of the
confrontations between demon and boy. I’ve selected Harib and Nanghaithya
because the scene is the shortest of the three.




Excerpt:




He heard the noise. A dry, rustling whisper
of sound. At first, he thought it was the wind. Looking up, he could see
nothing but blackness. The forest canopy was so thick overhead it blocked out
the stars. Harib had never seen such big trees before, and he’d wondered idly
what they might be. The thick, shaggy-barked trunks soared high into the gloom,
unbroken by branch or leaf. Harib had noticed earlier that where the branches
began, high above him, they had neither leaves nor fronds but instead were
covered with clusters of thousands of thin needles. Would the wind blowing
through those needles make the sound he heard? Don’t panic, he told himself.
It’s only the wind; it can’t hurt me.




The sound faded and then grew louder. Now
it sounded like faint laughter. “Great,” he said aloud. “Now, even the forest
is laughing at me! First I fall over a cliff and have the others haul me to
safety, and now I’m lost in the woods.”




As had happened so often lately, a dark
sense of his own worthlessness washed over Harib. He angrily scrubbed away the
tears stinging his eyes. How, he wondered, did the others put up with him? They
said they were his friends, but why? He was small and weak and foolish. Bahaar
was bigger and faster, and even Faizah was stronger than he. Smarter, too! All
he had was his father’s money, and they didn’t even want that. Many times, he
had tried to buy things for them, and every time, they spurned his offers.
Still clutching his blanket-load of sticks, Harib plopped heavily to the ground
and sat, head bowed, in the small clearing that held him trapped as surely as a
prison cell.




The sound came again, louder. More
laughter; then a voice, dry and rasping. “No wonder they laugh at you. Look at
you. You’re pathetic.”




Harib’s head snapped up, but he could see
nothing.




“You’re weak and slow. You can’t even get
wood for the fire without getting lost.”




“I know!” Harib groaned. He put his face in his hands and whispered,
“I know.”




“They make fun of you behind your back.”




“No!”




“They only put up with you because you’re
rich.”




“That’s not true! They won’t accept my
money,” Harib answered, willing that hateful voice to be wrong.




“They only wait for the right moment,” the
voice persisted. “Then they’ll take it all and leave you behind.”




“Never! They wouldn’t! They’re my friends.”




The whispered voice chuckled, the words
stabbing at Harib. “So you believe.”




“No!” Harib shouted, leaping to his feet.
“No, you’re wrong! I don’t believe you! I won’t believe you.”

Looking wildly around, still trying to find
the source of the voice, Harib spotted a small opening in the underbrush he’d
missed before. Heedless of the branches whipping him, he lunged through,
running away from the hurtful words as fast as the tangled brush would allow.




Perched upside down on the trunk of a tree,
Nanghaithya, the demon of discontent, bared his fangs and hissed at Harib’s
retreating figure. He had failed. Now he feared for his own life, for Dev did
not easily forgive failure.




* * *




FAIZAH'S DESTINY

The gods are at war and only a farmer’s
daughter can save the world from Armageddon.




MuseItUp (all ebook formats):
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Also available at Amazon, B&N, Nook,
and other on-line stores




Blurb:




The village magician has gone missing.  His four pupils think he has left a clue to
his whereabouts in the Magicalis Bestialis--the book of magical creatures.  They must seek the help of the elusive
Simurgh, the mythical birds who know all the secrets of the universe.




However, this is not an easy camping trip
into the mountains.  Spirits, gods, and
demons confront the four friends, who are not aware they’re being set up by
otherworldly forces for a much larger task.




A farmer’s daughter, Faizah is chosen to
lead the humans in the battle. She must persuade a slave, an orphan, and a rich
merchant’s son to join in the battle on the side of good. Although divided by
Dev, the evil god of war, the teens must band together to find the Simurgh,
rescue their teacher, and stave off Armageddon.




Bio:




Marva Dasef lives in the Pacific Northwest
with her husband and two ungrateful cats. Retired from thirty-five years in the
software industry, she has now turned her energies to writing fiction and finds
it a much more satisfying occupation. Marva has published more than forty
stories in a number of on-line and print magazines, with several included in
Best of anthologies. She has several published books, including six since 2011
with MuseItUp Publishing.




Website:
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Blog:
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Boo's Bad Day

Character
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BOO’S BAD DAY


By: Penny Lockwood

Picture book for
children aged 18 months to 6 years

Published by 4RV
Publishing

ISBN# 13: 978-0-9852661-5-8

4RV -
http://www.4rvpublishingcatalog.com/penny-lockwood.php

$8.99
includes s/h




Look
inside at Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Boos-Bad-Day-Penny-Lockwood/dp/0985266155/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top




Sue, thanks for
hosting me.  At the end of the tour, I
will pick out one commenter’s name and send an autographed copy of Boo’s Bad Day to a United States address
only.  If the name I pick is someone who
lives outside the U.S., I will send a PDF copy of the book.  So remember, readers, be sure to leave
contact information when you comment!




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missed yesterday’s post, they can catch up at http://irenesroth.wordpress.com/.


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Tagline:




Boo
sneaks out of the house and discovers that freedom by himself can be scary.




Blurb:




Boo
is a very bored kitten. When Timmy and his mom return home, Boo sneaks out of
the house.  Boo is frightened by the
noises of the big world outside of the safety of his warm home.  When Timmy coaxes Boo back into the house,

Boo
realizes some places are safe and some are not.




****




Hi,
my name is Boo, and I’m a teenager, cat that is, only about ten months old. I
have black fur that is short and sleek. I don’t know why people think I’m a
baby.  I’m pretty independent.  I can jump on counters by myself, and I
always use my litter box.  I eat all my
crunchies, and I love it when Mom gives me juicy, wet food in my special bowl.




I
love to play and chase things, especially when my boy Timmy is home.  He throws my toys for me, and when I run
after them, sometimes I slide on the wood floors, and he laughs.  It makes me happy when he does that.  Of course, there are times when Timmy and his
mom have to go out.  I don’t like that at
all.  I get so bored sitting there by
myself.  I try to entertain myself by
playing with my toy mice and jingle balls. 
I’ve even pulled Mom’s yarn out of her knitting basket.  She really doesn’t like that, but it’s fun to
play with.




The
other day Timmy and his mom were gone a really long time.  I saw something white covering the ground
outside the big window.  I sat on the
bench seat in front of the window and watched the other dogs and cats
outside.  They all looked like they were
having way more fun than I was.  It was
so quiet in the house with no one home. 
I just knew I had to go out there and see what they were doing and what
all that white stuff was.




When
Timmy and Mom came home, I snuck out the door before they closed it.  Boy was I surprised!  That white stuff was so cold it hurt my paws.
But since I was out there, I decided I should explore.  I think my curiosity got the better of me,
though, because before I took a few steps, I wanted to get back inside the
house. 




There
were so many strange noises: metal scraping against rocks, barking dogs,
blaring sirens.  Oh, my.  I just wanted to hide from all the strange
sounds.  They were so loud they hurt my
ears. I didn’t know how to get back inside, so I all I could do was call for
Timmy. The longer I was out in that cold white stuff, the more I knew I
wouldn’t be bored if I was in the house. All I could think of was the hearth in
front of my nice warm woodstove. Sometimes being bored is good.















Penny Lockwood has published more than 100 articles, 75 stories, a
chapbook, and her stories have been included in two anthologies. She writes for
both adults and children. Her fiction has appeared in numerous genre and
children’s publications, and non‑fiction work has appeared in a variety of
writing, parenting, and young adult print magazines and on line
publications.  She edits for MuseItUp
Publishing.  Visit her web site at http:// pennylockwoodehrenkranz.yolasite.com.
Her writing blog is located at http://pennylockwoodehrenkranz.blogspot.com/.




She has recently released Boo’s
Bad Day with 4RV Publishing and has three other children’s books under
contract with them: Ghost for Rent, Ghost
for Lunch, and Many Colored Coats.
She has three romances published by MuseItUp Publishing: Love Delivery, Lady in Waiting, and Mirror, Mirror.  Her short
story collection, A Past and A Future,
is available through Sam’s Dot Publishing and Smashwords. 























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Boo's Bad Day - Review

Boo's Bad Day









Title: Boo's Bad Day




Author:         Penny Lockwood




Illustrator:    Deborah C. Johnson

Publisher: 4RV Publishing




Pages:         32 pages




Genre:         Children's book with pictures







This a wonderful story about Boo the kitten who sits by the window watching the bigger cats play in the snow outside. He wants to go and join them and his chance comes when his owner Timmy comes in the door. Unfortunately the outside world is not as wonderful as Boo expected it to be.




After reading this book I wished I knew children who were the right age to read it. I was fascinated by the story and illustrations, and believe it will catch and hold young children's attention. The author makes no attempt to humanize Boo. He acts and purrs like a kitten when he is happy, and meows loudly when he is frightened. His owners love him and he loves them. The only reason he got into trouble was because he was bored. Is there a message for young people there?




Well done and thank you Ms Lockwood for writing a gorgeous book. You also picked exactly the right illustrator for your story. Congratulations.

The Acadian Secret by Tammy Lowe

Welcome Tammy, thank you for visiting today. You sound as if you have a very exciting life of exploring and experiencing new and wonderful places.




Tammy has given us a teaser of her new release The Acadian Secret. Hope you all enjoy it, I know I did.




Sue










Hi Sue,

Thanks
for having me on your blog today. 

I live in
Cambridge, Ontario, with my husband of twenty years and our teenage son. 

From
September to June, I am surrounded by preschoolers and covered in glitter and
glue.

Once
school is out, I grab my hubby and our son and we are off on some grand
adventure. We’ve explored pyramids in Egypt and sailed down a river in rural
China on a tiny raft.  We’ve slept in the
tower of a 15th century Scottish castle, searched for the Loch Ness Monster and
have even dined at a Bedouin camp in the Arabian Desert. I love to explore this
amazing world of ours. 




As a kid,
I loved to read books and watch shows like Little House on the Prairie and Anne
of Green Gables.  I loved anything set in
the “olden days”.

When I
was about ten years old, I began to wonder about time travel.  My biggest wish was that I’d end up back in
the pioneer era.  I wanted to go and hang
out with spoiled Nellie Olsen.  I don’t
remember why I wished for Nellie over Laura Ingalls, but I think it had something
to do with the fact that her parents owned the candy shop.

I had it
all figured out.  I didn’t want to live
in the 18th or 19th century; I’d miss my family too much. And I can’t live
without modern comforts.  I wanted the
freedom to travel back and forth through time.




So strong
was my wish to time travel, I even dressed the part, as much as I could,
without raising anyone’s suspicions. I wore dresses to school every day, when
all my friends wore jeans and t-shirts. I had to be prepared just in case it worked
and I was whisked through time. That summer, I even begged my mom to buy me a
bonnet.  She did.  I wore that white bonnet everywhere.  If I ended up in Walnut Grove or Avonlea, I
was prepared. 

By the
sixth grade I was old enough to realize that time travel probably wasn’t going
to be a reality for me, so I decided that when I grew up, I’d write a book
about a girl who could travel back and forth through time. 




THE
ACADIAN SECRET is a Tween/YA Paranormal Action-Adventure about a young girl who
can…time travel.




Elisabeth finds she
can play in the past;

when bosom friends,
treasure hunters and tormented alchemists are still the norm.







BACK
COVER:




Elisabeth
London is keeping her new friends a secret from her parents.  Not only do they live on the other side of
the world in the Scottish Highlands, they lived more than three hundred and
fifty years ago. Her mom and dad would never allow her to go gallivanting about
seventeenth century Scotland.  They won’t
even let her go to the mall by herself yet.

Twelve-year-old
Elisabeth is old enough to know there is no such thing as magic, but when her
quartz crystal necklace has the power to transport her back and forth in time,
she no longer knows what to think.  The
only thing she is certain of is that she loves spending carefree days with
Quinton, the mischievous nephew of a highland warrior, and sassy little Fiona,
a farmer’s daughter. 

However,
Elisabeth’s adventures take a deadly turn when she is charged with
witchcraft.  At a time and place in
history when witch-hunts were common, those found guilty were executed,
children included. Elisabeth must race to find her way back home, while trying
to stay one step ahead of the witch-hunter determined to see her burned at the
stake













Excerpt:

As the afternoon sun began to travel
behind the mountains, it cast an emerald glow across the glen. The valley was
littered with boulders, while a small river twisted its way toward a distant
forest.

Malcolm Craig was stalking his prey. He
was a tall, strong man with piercing blue-green eyes, a short beard, and wild
black hair that gave him a crazed look. He smelled the boar before he saw it.
Talbot, his hunting dog, lunged into the brambles after the wild pig which
began to grunt in anger. That was when something to the right caught his eye. A
young girl lay motionless in the heather.

"What the devil?" Malcolm
said as he jumped down from his horse. While still keeping his hearing attuned
to Talbot and the boar, he walked over and bent to peer at her. He breathed a
sigh of relief to find she was fast asleep. Malcolm scooped the sleeping girl
into his arms. “You’re lucky I found you, lassie, before that beast did.”

With a sigh, she rested her head
against his chest and put her arms around his neck. “Daddy…” she said in her
sleep.

Malcolm laughed. “Daddy? I’m nae your
daddy. No daughter of mine would be dressed like this, wandering around
barefoot in the middle of…”

Elisabeth’s eyes popped open and she
let out an ear-piercing scream. She bit Malcolm’s shoulder and he dropped her.

“Och, child! You bit me!”

The silence in the valley broke as
Talbot howled, the boar squealed and Elisabeth jumped to her feet and wailed in
horror.

"Dinnae move, lass!" Malcolm
yelled to be heard over the pandemonium. He reached for his dagger. It was
almost time for the kill.

The enraged boar deserted his hiding
spot in the brambles and charged toward the dog, its lethal tusks ready to
kill. Talbot was well-trained so, instead of turning tail and running, he
danced backward, facing the pig, luring it away from his master. With the boar
now in pursuit of the dog, Malcolm did what was natural to any man born and
bred in the Highlands: he ran at the beast as if he were a wild animal himself.
Jumping on the boar from behind, he grabbed its ear, yanked its head up and
slashed its throat.

Elisabeth continued to scream. Malcolm
jumped off the boar as it fell limp at his feet and cleaned the blade on the
carcass before putting it away. He walked toward Elisabeth, his bloody hands
held in front of him.

“Enough, lass. It's all right now.”

Her wide eyes fixed on the enormous man
dressed in a skirt. “You’ve got a knife!”

“Aye. And a sword.” He smirked as he
pointed to it.

“You’re armed!”

“I’m nae going to harm you, though. I
was hunting.”

“Hunting what? Little girls? Where am
I?”

Not waiting for an answer, she ran from
Malcolm and toward the forest, her bare feet slowing her great escape.

“That lass is completely mad,” Malcolm
grumbled while rubbing the shoulder she had bitten.

Malcolm mounted his horse; he couldn’t
leave the terrified girl alone out here. It wasn’t safe and would soon be dark.
She would be easy enough for a blind man to find again because she hadn’t
stopped screaming. For some reason, he hadn’t stopped smiling.



His black warhorse was as large and
intimidating as Malcolm was, and the animal’s powerful legs kicked up tall
grass and thistles as it barreled along. The sound of its hooves seemed
amplified as it raced toward Elisabeth. Malcolm caught up to her. Without
needing to slow his horse, he reached down, scooped her up into his arms, and
placed her in the saddle in front of him.

“There. Now be a good lass. I promise,
I’m nae going to hurt you.”

And with that, Elisabeth fainted.

“Well now, that certainly makes things
easier,” Malcolm muttered under his breath as he wrapped her in his plaid and
nudged his horse on.







You can
find me at www.tammylowe.com

Dragon Ice release

Dragon Ice, the third of my Dragon series is now available on Desert Breeze Publishing.



Neisha and her people are trapped in the frozen north by silver dragons. In her dreams she is contacted by Tane who vows to come and help her people escape. She tries to dissuade him and Neisha is scared he will become trapped with her people. Tane refuses to accept there is nothing he can do and he and his friend set out to find Neisha's home.



Excerpt
























Dragon Ice - Dragon Series 3


One cold afternoon, Neisha lay outside the main entrance
watching the dragons fly across the plateau. Her father could be right. They
did appear to search for new accommodation. Every now and again one would fly
lower and investigate an opening in the cliff face big enough for them to
enter. She noticed none of the caves opened on ground level.

Her grandmother's diary recounted the ancestors'
investigations of these caves for a way to the outside world. They found them
roomy, but dead-ended, and too high for humans to use. The dragons might access
these caves and use them as lairs, but they would directly face the entrance to
the human underground community. No doubt the beasts would physically object to
their presence, and restrict the humans' access to the surface.

The sky darkened to black with the stars the only source
of light. Neisha thought of the warmer season arriving in a few months. The men
would go topside to hunt for fresh meat among the variety of wild animals on
the plateau. Last year, the dragons seldom ventured in from the pass, but now
the beasts hunted the same animals. This meant big problems for the humans.

The cold began to penetrate her furs and Neisha stood to
return inside. A screech behind her made her spin around. A huge silver dragon
flew toward her, mouth open wide. Steamy breath exploded from its gaping maw
and became ice arrows. Neisha threw herself to the ground and crawled around
the corner to the entry door. Once safe behind the rocky wall, she peeked back
to the outside, only allowing her head to show.

The dragon swooped by the opening, blocking the light
for a moment, and with a deep beat of its wings soared into the sky again.
Neisha vowed to watch more carefully next time she came up to the surface, and
she made sure to shut the wooden door firmly behind her.