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October 24, 2016
Free YA Contemporary Romance
Free for a limited time! Go grab your copy today!
Pretty Dancer by Cora Graham
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...
Book trailer: https://youtu.be/M3NpOq3EOog
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Excerpt from Pretty Dancer:
Dancing has always been my passion, my dream. It was the thing I loved most. It was the only thing I had trust in. It was my way out, my salvation. I had a dream; a dream to dance my way to freedom, to escape the life I was in, to start actually living. My dream would come true and I would do anything to get it.
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Excerpt from Pretty Dancer:
Then one day, my world shattered for the third time in my life. I was barely eighteen and my heart had been broken three times. I had seen and heard horrible, ugly things. I watched helplessly as those horrible things happened to someone I loved. Then, those horrible things happened to me.
Somehow, I gathered myself up, put myself back together, piece by broken piece. I wasn't totally alone in that feat. My brother helped me. He saved me. I'm alive today because my brother was brave enough to stand up for me. To fight for me. He pulled me out of the nightmare and brought me back into what would be our new normal. For a long time, my brother was the only person I trusted in. The only person I loved more than my own life. He was all I had left. Until him.
I fell in love and he broke my heart with the secret he held. I ripped myself open to love him, to trust him. I faced my demons and told him my secrets. I was happy I did it. I felt better, whole, happy even. That is, until his own secret came back to slap me in the face. It was a secret that made me question if the reason my heart was broken in the first place years ago could have been avoided.
If he hadn't done what he did, would things have been different? Would my heart have been shattered not once, but three times? Was it his fault? Could I forgive him? Will I?
I wasn't one to believe in love or happily ever after.
But, I did fall in love.
I wanted the happily ever after.
And this, is my love story . . .
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Excerpt of Pretty Dancer:
My heart thumps hard inside my chest. All I hear are my own deep breaths filling the darkness around me. I count them silently as I release and inhale.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Soft blue lights come on, mixing with the white, giving my skin a blue hue. I know I have seconds before the music will start and I'm expected to move. To show everyone something remarkable, memorable, different. Personal, even if they'll never know just how personal it is. I'm expected to pull emotions from them as I mirror those same emotions across the stage. Make them feel everything that I feel in that moment, sadness, hurt, struggle, and the moment when I realize that I'm stronger than the demons trying to pull me under. I'm expected to take them on a journey through my recovery. My own struggle to fight my way through the darkness of my past into someplace better, someplace I want to be, someplace where I finally break free of all that once held me down. In that place, I learn that I can not only survive it, but overcome it. And so I do. I dance. Just like I did when I was practicing in the studio, I mimic the girl I see dancing in my head.
The music ends abruptly. I hit my last pose and stop. For a few endless moments in time, all I hear again are my own deep breaths.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four...
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...
Pretty Dancer by Cora Graham
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...
Book trailer: https://youtu.be/M3NpOq3EOog
[image error]
Excerpt from Pretty Dancer:
Dancing has always been my passion, my dream. It was the thing I loved most. It was the only thing I had trust in. It was my way out, my salvation. I had a dream; a dream to dance my way to freedom, to escape the life I was in, to start actually living. My dream would come true and I would do anything to get it.
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Excerpt from Pretty Dancer:
Then one day, my world shattered for the third time in my life. I was barely eighteen and my heart had been broken three times. I had seen and heard horrible, ugly things. I watched helplessly as those horrible things happened to someone I loved. Then, those horrible things happened to me.
Somehow, I gathered myself up, put myself back together, piece by broken piece. I wasn't totally alone in that feat. My brother helped me. He saved me. I'm alive today because my brother was brave enough to stand up for me. To fight for me. He pulled me out of the nightmare and brought me back into what would be our new normal. For a long time, my brother was the only person I trusted in. The only person I loved more than my own life. He was all I had left. Until him.
I fell in love and he broke my heart with the secret he held. I ripped myself open to love him, to trust him. I faced my demons and told him my secrets. I was happy I did it. I felt better, whole, happy even. That is, until his own secret came back to slap me in the face. It was a secret that made me question if the reason my heart was broken in the first place years ago could have been avoided.
If he hadn't done what he did, would things have been different? Would my heart have been shattered not once, but three times? Was it his fault? Could I forgive him? Will I?
I wasn't one to believe in love or happily ever after.
But, I did fall in love.
I wanted the happily ever after.
And this, is my love story . . .
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Excerpt of Pretty Dancer:
My heart thumps hard inside my chest. All I hear are my own deep breaths filling the darkness around me. I count them silently as I release and inhale.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Soft blue lights come on, mixing with the white, giving my skin a blue hue. I know I have seconds before the music will start and I'm expected to move. To show everyone something remarkable, memorable, different. Personal, even if they'll never know just how personal it is. I'm expected to pull emotions from them as I mirror those same emotions across the stage. Make them feel everything that I feel in that moment, sadness, hurt, struggle, and the moment when I realize that I'm stronger than the demons trying to pull me under. I'm expected to take them on a journey through my recovery. My own struggle to fight my way through the darkness of my past into someplace better, someplace I want to be, someplace where I finally break free of all that once held me down. In that place, I learn that I can not only survive it, but overcome it. And so I do. I dance. Just like I did when I was practicing in the studio, I mimic the girl I see dancing in my head.
The music ends abruptly. I hit my last pose and stop. For a few endless moments in time, all I hear again are my own deep breaths.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four...
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...
January 18, 2016
YA Contemporary Romance
Pretty Dancer by Cora Graham
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...
Book trailer: https://youtu.be/M3NpOq3EOog
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Excerpt from Pretty Dancer:
Dancing has always been my passion, my dream. It was the thing I loved most. It was the only thing I had trust in. It was my way out, my salvation. I had a dream; a dream to dance my way to freedom, to escape the life I was in, to start actually living. My dream would come true and I would do anything to get it.
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Excerpt from Pretty Dancer:
Then one day, my world shattered for the third time in my life. I was barely eighteen and my heart had been broken three times. I had seen and heard horrible, ugly things. I watched helplessly as those horrible things happened to someone I loved. Then, those horrible things happened to me.
Somehow, I gathered myself up, put myself back together, piece by broken piece. I wasn't totally alone in that feat. My brother helped me. He saved me. I'm alive today because my brother was brave enough to stand up for me. To fight for me. He pulled me out of the nightmare and brought me back into what would be our new normal. For a long time, my brother was the only person I trusted in. The only person I loved more than my own life. He was all I had left. Until him.
I fell in love and he broke my heart with the secret he held. I ripped myself open to love him, to trust him. I faced my demons and told him my secrets. I was happy I did it. I felt better, whole, happy even. That is, until his own secret came back to slap me in the face. It was a secret that made me question if the reason my heart was broken in the first place years ago could have been avoided.
If he hadn't done what he did, would things have been different? Would my heart have been shattered not once, but three times? Was it his fault? Could I forgive him? Will I?
I wasn't one to believe in love or happily ever after.
But, I did fall in love.
I wanted the happily ever after.
And this, is my love story . . .
[image error]
Excerpt of Pretty Dancer:
My heart thumps hard inside my chest. All I hear are my own deep breaths filling the darkness around me. I count them silently as I release and inhale.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Soft blue lights come on, mixing with the white, giving my skin a blue hue. I know I have seconds before the music will start and I'm expected to move. To show everyone something remarkable, memorable, different. Personal, even if they'll never know just how personal it is. I'm expected to pull emotions from them as I mirror those same emotions across the stage. Make them feel everything that I feel in that moment, sadness, hurt, struggle, and the moment when I realize that I'm stronger than the demons trying to pull me under. I'm expected to take them on a journey through my recovery. My own struggle to fight my way through the darkness of my past into someplace better, someplace I want to be, someplace where I finally break free of all that once held me down. In that place, I learn that I can not only survive it, but overcome it. And so I do. I dance. Just like I did when I was practicing in the studio, I mimic the girl I see dancing in my head.
The music ends abruptly. I hit my last pose and stop. For a few endless moments in time, all I hear again are my own deep breaths.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four...
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...
Book trailer: https://youtu.be/M3NpOq3EOog
[image error]
Excerpt from Pretty Dancer:
Dancing has always been my passion, my dream. It was the thing I loved most. It was the only thing I had trust in. It was my way out, my salvation. I had a dream; a dream to dance my way to freedom, to escape the life I was in, to start actually living. My dream would come true and I would do anything to get it.
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Excerpt from Pretty Dancer:
Then one day, my world shattered for the third time in my life. I was barely eighteen and my heart had been broken three times. I had seen and heard horrible, ugly things. I watched helplessly as those horrible things happened to someone I loved. Then, those horrible things happened to me.
Somehow, I gathered myself up, put myself back together, piece by broken piece. I wasn't totally alone in that feat. My brother helped me. He saved me. I'm alive today because my brother was brave enough to stand up for me. To fight for me. He pulled me out of the nightmare and brought me back into what would be our new normal. For a long time, my brother was the only person I trusted in. The only person I loved more than my own life. He was all I had left. Until him.
I fell in love and he broke my heart with the secret he held. I ripped myself open to love him, to trust him. I faced my demons and told him my secrets. I was happy I did it. I felt better, whole, happy even. That is, until his own secret came back to slap me in the face. It was a secret that made me question if the reason my heart was broken in the first place years ago could have been avoided.
If he hadn't done what he did, would things have been different? Would my heart have been shattered not once, but three times? Was it his fault? Could I forgive him? Will I?
I wasn't one to believe in love or happily ever after.
But, I did fall in love.
I wanted the happily ever after.
And this, is my love story . . .
[image error]
Excerpt of Pretty Dancer:
My heart thumps hard inside my chest. All I hear are my own deep breaths filling the darkness around me. I count them silently as I release and inhale.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Soft blue lights come on, mixing with the white, giving my skin a blue hue. I know I have seconds before the music will start and I'm expected to move. To show everyone something remarkable, memorable, different. Personal, even if they'll never know just how personal it is. I'm expected to pull emotions from them as I mirror those same emotions across the stage. Make them feel everything that I feel in that moment, sadness, hurt, struggle, and the moment when I realize that I'm stronger than the demons trying to pull me under. I'm expected to take them on a journey through my recovery. My own struggle to fight my way through the darkness of my past into someplace better, someplace I want to be, someplace where I finally break free of all that once held me down. In that place, I learn that I can not only survive it, but overcome it. And so I do. I dance. Just like I did when I was practicing in the studio, I mimic the girl I see dancing in my head.
The music ends abruptly. I hit my last pose and stop. For a few endless moments in time, all I hear again are my own deep breaths.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four...
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...
November 8, 2015
Giveaway!!
I'm running my first Goodreads giveaway! I'll be giving away two paperback copies of Pretty Dancer. Follow the link to enter! Excerpts below and check out the book trailer.
Giveaway link: https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/sh...
Book trailer: https://youtu.be/M3NpOq3EOog
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Excerpt from Pretty Dancer:
Dancing has always been my passion, my dream. It was the thing I loved most. It was the only thing I had trust in. It was my way out, my salvation. I had a dream; a dream to dance my way to freedom, to escape the life I was in, to start actually living. My dream would come true and I would do anything to get it.
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Excerpt from Pretty Dancer:
Then one day, my world shattered for the third time in my life. I was barely eighteen and my heart had been broken three times. I had seen and heard horrible, ugly things. I watched helplessly as those horrible things happened to someone I loved. Then, those horrible things happened to me.
Somehow, I gathered myself up, put myself back together, piece by broken piece. I wasn't totally alone in that feat. My brother helped me. He saved me. I'm alive today because my brother was brave enough to stand up for me. To fight for me. He pulled me out of the nightmare and brought me back into what would be our new normal. For a long time, my brother was the only person I trusted in. The only person I loved more than my own life. He was all I had left. Until him.
I fell in love and he broke my heart with the secret he held. I ripped myself open to love him, to trust him. I faced my demons and told him my secrets. I was happy I did it. I felt better, whole, happy even. That is, until his own secret came back to slap me in the face. It was a secret that made me question if the reason my heart was broken in the first place years ago could have been avoided.
If he hadn't done what he did, would things have been different? Would my heart have been shattered not once, but three times? Was it his fault? Could I forgive him? Will I?
I wasn't one to believe in love or happily ever after.
But, I did fall in love.
I wanted the happily ever after.
And this, is my love story . . .
[image error]
Excerpt of Pretty Dancer:
My heart thumps hard inside my chest. All I hear are my own deep breaths filling the darkness around me. I count them silently as I release and inhale.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Soft blue lights come on, mixing with the white, giving my skin a blue hue. I know I have seconds before the music will start and I'm expected to move. To show everyone something remarkable, memorable, different. Personal, even if they'll never know just how personal it is. I'm expected to pull emotions from them as I mirror those same emotions across the stage. Make them feel everything that I feel in that moment, sadness, hurt, struggle, and the moment when I realize that I'm stronger than the demons trying to pull me under. I'm expected to take them on a journey through my recovery. My own struggle to fight my way through the darkness of my past into someplace better, someplace I want to be, someplace where I finally break free of all that once held me down. In that place, I learn that I can not only survive it, but overcome it. And so I do. I dance. Just like I did when I was practicing in the studio, I mimic the girl I see dancing in my head.
The music ends abruptly. I hit my last pose and stop. For a few endless moments in time, all I hear again are my own deep breaths.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four...
Giveaway link: https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/sh...
Giveaway link: https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/sh...
Book trailer: https://youtu.be/M3NpOq3EOog
[image error]
Excerpt from Pretty Dancer:
Dancing has always been my passion, my dream. It was the thing I loved most. It was the only thing I had trust in. It was my way out, my salvation. I had a dream; a dream to dance my way to freedom, to escape the life I was in, to start actually living. My dream would come true and I would do anything to get it.
[image error]
Excerpt from Pretty Dancer:
Then one day, my world shattered for the third time in my life. I was barely eighteen and my heart had been broken three times. I had seen and heard horrible, ugly things. I watched helplessly as those horrible things happened to someone I loved. Then, those horrible things happened to me.
Somehow, I gathered myself up, put myself back together, piece by broken piece. I wasn't totally alone in that feat. My brother helped me. He saved me. I'm alive today because my brother was brave enough to stand up for me. To fight for me. He pulled me out of the nightmare and brought me back into what would be our new normal. For a long time, my brother was the only person I trusted in. The only person I loved more than my own life. He was all I had left. Until him.
I fell in love and he broke my heart with the secret he held. I ripped myself open to love him, to trust him. I faced my demons and told him my secrets. I was happy I did it. I felt better, whole, happy even. That is, until his own secret came back to slap me in the face. It was a secret that made me question if the reason my heart was broken in the first place years ago could have been avoided.
If he hadn't done what he did, would things have been different? Would my heart have been shattered not once, but three times? Was it his fault? Could I forgive him? Will I?
I wasn't one to believe in love or happily ever after.
But, I did fall in love.
I wanted the happily ever after.
And this, is my love story . . .
[image error]
Excerpt of Pretty Dancer:
My heart thumps hard inside my chest. All I hear are my own deep breaths filling the darkness around me. I count them silently as I release and inhale.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Soft blue lights come on, mixing with the white, giving my skin a blue hue. I know I have seconds before the music will start and I'm expected to move. To show everyone something remarkable, memorable, different. Personal, even if they'll never know just how personal it is. I'm expected to pull emotions from them as I mirror those same emotions across the stage. Make them feel everything that I feel in that moment, sadness, hurt, struggle, and the moment when I realize that I'm stronger than the demons trying to pull me under. I'm expected to take them on a journey through my recovery. My own struggle to fight my way through the darkness of my past into someplace better, someplace I want to be, someplace where I finally break free of all that once held me down. In that place, I learn that I can not only survive it, but overcome it. And so I do. I dance. Just like I did when I was practicing in the studio, I mimic the girl I see dancing in my head.
The music ends abruptly. I hit my last pose and stop. For a few endless moments in time, all I hear again are my own deep breaths.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four...
Giveaway link: https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/sh...
September 13, 2015
Available on various platforms!
I am excited to share that Pretty Dancer is now available on multiple platforms!!
Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble, Apple, and many more!!
Get your ebook copy today for only $1.99.
A Young Adult Contemporary Romance
Pretty Dancer
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...
Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble, Apple, and many more!!
Get your ebook copy today for only $1.99.
A Young Adult Contemporary Romance
Pretty Dancer
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...
July 1, 2015
Excerpt from Pretty Dancer...
The lights dim to almost nothing. I walk on stage. Unlike the performance before, I have no pretty lights or props. There is nothing on stage with me, but me. The lights will be dimmer with the occasional flashes of brighter light throughout. I won't have anything with me at my audition either so I wanted to stay as true to that as possible. Meredith talked me into adding the light effect for just tonight, trusting her, I didn't question it.
My heart thumps hard inside my chest. All I hear are my own deep breaths filling the darkness around me. I count them silently as I release and inhale.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Soft blue lights come on, mixing with the white, giving my skin a blue hue. I know I have seconds before the music will start and I'm expected to move. To show everyone something remarkable, memorable, different. Personal, even if they'll never know just how personal it is. I'm expected to pull emotions from them as I mirror those same emotions across the stage. Make them feel everything that I feel in that moment, sadness, hurt, struggle, and the moment when I realize that I'm stronger than the demons trying to pull me under. I'm expected to take them on a journey through my recovery. My own struggle to fight my way through the darkness of my past into someplace better, someplace I want to be, someplace where I finally break free of all that once held me down. In that place, I learn that I can not only survive it, but overcome it. And so I do. I dance. Just like I did when I was practicing in the studio, I mimic the girl I see dancing in my head.
The music ends abruptly. I hit my last pose and stop. For a few endless moments in time, all I hear again are my own deep breaths.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four...
http://amzn.com/B00TQMLCJG
http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B0...
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...
My heart thumps hard inside my chest. All I hear are my own deep breaths filling the darkness around me. I count them silently as I release and inhale.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Soft blue lights come on, mixing with the white, giving my skin a blue hue. I know I have seconds before the music will start and I'm expected to move. To show everyone something remarkable, memorable, different. Personal, even if they'll never know just how personal it is. I'm expected to pull emotions from them as I mirror those same emotions across the stage. Make them feel everything that I feel in that moment, sadness, hurt, struggle, and the moment when I realize that I'm stronger than the demons trying to pull me under. I'm expected to take them on a journey through my recovery. My own struggle to fight my way through the darkness of my past into someplace better, someplace I want to be, someplace where I finally break free of all that once held me down. In that place, I learn that I can not only survive it, but overcome it. And so I do. I dance. Just like I did when I was practicing in the studio, I mimic the girl I see dancing in my head.
The music ends abruptly. I hit my last pose and stop. For a few endless moments in time, all I hear again are my own deep breaths.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four...
http://amzn.com/B00TQMLCJG
http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B0...
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...
June 18, 2015
Lets be real...
Sometimes self promoting just really sucks.
Double edged sword you say?
Reach out they say, get reviews they say, that's how you sell books they say. Sometimes they're good, sometimes they're bad. Sometimes it works out, sometimes people make you feel like the scummiest of scum. You think I like feeling like the mangy dog under the table begging for scraps?
Sometimes it's fun, sometimes it sucks, and sometimes you feel like you'll never get anywhere & want to give up. And then this little voice starts to sing..."tough titty said the kitty"...
Because it's true. No one is going to promote your book for you. No one cares about your work as much as you do. So if this is what you want, if you want to be an author and actually get your book out there for people to read, then you suck it up. Take the amazing parts with the bad parts, and every ugly and fun thing in between. Lift your head high, stick out your boobs (ladies) and take charge.
I'm learning to toughen up. Not everyone will like your work. Not everyone will like you. But someone somewhere out there does. And you write for them. For those moments when someone reads your book and gushes about how much they loved it or how it inspired them or helped distract them from everyday stresses.
Those are the amazing moments that make you feel like you're doing what you're suppose to be doing. Everyone has to start somewhere. So don't ever give up.
Double edged sword you say?
Reach out they say, get reviews they say, that's how you sell books they say. Sometimes they're good, sometimes they're bad. Sometimes it works out, sometimes people make you feel like the scummiest of scum. You think I like feeling like the mangy dog under the table begging for scraps?
Sometimes it's fun, sometimes it sucks, and sometimes you feel like you'll never get anywhere & want to give up. And then this little voice starts to sing..."tough titty said the kitty"...
Because it's true. No one is going to promote your book for you. No one cares about your work as much as you do. So if this is what you want, if you want to be an author and actually get your book out there for people to read, then you suck it up. Take the amazing parts with the bad parts, and every ugly and fun thing in between. Lift your head high, stick out your boobs (ladies) and take charge.
I'm learning to toughen up. Not everyone will like your work. Not everyone will like you. But someone somewhere out there does. And you write for them. For those moments when someone reads your book and gushes about how much they loved it or how it inspired them or helped distract them from everyday stresses.
Those are the amazing moments that make you feel like you're doing what you're suppose to be doing. Everyone has to start somewhere. So don't ever give up.
June 13, 2015
FREE YA Romance
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YA ROMANCE!
DOWNLOAD NOW & ENJOY!
Love, Humor, Passion, Artistry, a story of acceptance.
Pretty Dancer
A story about a girl who pours everything she has into her dancing. Her dream? To get accepted into The Elite Academy of Dance, and spend the rest of her life dancing on stage. To her, that's easier than dealing with the demons from her past and the scars they left on the person she has become today. A smart mouthed, take no shit, tough girl who's also scared, lonely, and closed off to accepting anyone new into her heart.
But in the process of wearing a hole in her ballet slippers, and the help of an ever faithful best friend, her bull headed and over protective twin brother, and a certain boy who knows how to push her buttons, leaves her wanting for things she never thought she'd want, and just does it for her, she starts to think that maybe, just maybe, there is something more worth fighting her demons for.
This is a story of a girl, who though faced a lot of hurt growing up, fights to make her dream come true. And maybe, just maybe, along the way finds a way to trust again, to love again.
YA ROMANCE!
DOWNLOAD NOW & ENJOY!
Love, Humor, Passion, Artistry, a story of acceptance.
Pretty Dancer
A story about a girl who pours everything she has into her dancing. Her dream? To get accepted into The Elite Academy of Dance, and spend the rest of her life dancing on stage. To her, that's easier than dealing with the demons from her past and the scars they left on the person she has become today. A smart mouthed, take no shit, tough girl who's also scared, lonely, and closed off to accepting anyone new into her heart.
But in the process of wearing a hole in her ballet slippers, and the help of an ever faithful best friend, her bull headed and over protective twin brother, and a certain boy who knows how to push her buttons, leaves her wanting for things she never thought she'd want, and just does it for her, she starts to think that maybe, just maybe, there is something more worth fighting her demons for.
This is a story of a girl, who though faced a lot of hurt growing up, fights to make her dream come true. And maybe, just maybe, along the way finds a way to trust again, to love again.
June 9, 2015
Free! Free! Free!
I wanted to let all you readers know that Pretty Dancer will be available for FREE on Amazon starting JUNE 14 - JUNE 18!!
YA ROMANCE! FREE! JUNE 14 - JUNE 18! ENJOY!
Love, Humor, Passion, Artistry, a story of acceptance.
Pretty Dancer
A story about a girl who pours everything she has into her dancing. Her dream? To get accepted into The Elite Academy of Dance, and spend the rest of her life dancing on stage. To her, that's easier than dealing with the demons from her past and the scars they left on the person she has become today. A smart mouthed, take no shit, tough girl who's also scared, lonely, and closed off to accepting anyone new into her heart.
But in the process of wearing a hole in her ballet slippers, and the help of an ever faithful best friend, her bull headed and over protective twin brother, and a certain boy who knows how to push her buttons, leaves her wanting for things she never thought she'd want, and just does it for her, she starts to think that maybe, just maybe, there is something more worth fighting her demons for.
This is a story of a girl, who though faced a lot of hurt growing up, fights to make her dream come true. And maybe, just maybe, along the way finds a way to trust again, to love again.
YA ROMANCE! FREE! JUNE 14 - JUNE 18! ENJOY!
Love, Humor, Passion, Artistry, a story of acceptance.
Pretty Dancer
A story about a girl who pours everything she has into her dancing. Her dream? To get accepted into The Elite Academy of Dance, and spend the rest of her life dancing on stage. To her, that's easier than dealing with the demons from her past and the scars they left on the person she has become today. A smart mouthed, take no shit, tough girl who's also scared, lonely, and closed off to accepting anyone new into her heart.
But in the process of wearing a hole in her ballet slippers, and the help of an ever faithful best friend, her bull headed and over protective twin brother, and a certain boy who knows how to push her buttons, leaves her wanting for things she never thought she'd want, and just does it for her, she starts to think that maybe, just maybe, there is something more worth fighting her demons for.
This is a story of a girl, who though faced a lot of hurt growing up, fights to make her dream come true. And maybe, just maybe, along the way finds a way to trust again, to love again.
April 18, 2015
Pretty Dancer
Pretty Dancer is now available for only .99 cents!! If you haven't read it yet, here's your chance!
Pretty Dancer by Cora Graham
A story about a girl who pours everything she has into her dancing. Her dream? To get accepted into The Elite Academy of Dance, and spend the rest of her life dancing on stage. To her, that's easier than dealing with the demons from her past and the scars they left on the person she has become today. A smart mouthed, take no shit, tough girl who's also scared, lonely, and closed off to accepting anyone new into her heart.
But in the process of wearing a hole in her ballet slippers, and the help of an ever faithful best friend, her bull headed and over protective twin brother, and a certain boy who knows how to push her buttons, leaves her wanting for things she never thought she'd want, and just does it for her, she starts to think that maybe, just maybe, there is something more worth fighting her demons for.
This is a story of a girl, who though faced a lot of hurt growing up, fights to make her dream come true. And maybe, just maybe, along the way finds a way to trust again, to love again.
Love, Humor, Passion, Artistry, a story of acceptance.
Pretty Dancer by Cora Graham
A story about a girl who pours everything she has into her dancing. Her dream? To get accepted into The Elite Academy of Dance, and spend the rest of her life dancing on stage. To her, that's easier than dealing with the demons from her past and the scars they left on the person she has become today. A smart mouthed, take no shit, tough girl who's also scared, lonely, and closed off to accepting anyone new into her heart.
But in the process of wearing a hole in her ballet slippers, and the help of an ever faithful best friend, her bull headed and over protective twin brother, and a certain boy who knows how to push her buttons, leaves her wanting for things she never thought she'd want, and just does it for her, she starts to think that maybe, just maybe, there is something more worth fighting her demons for.
This is a story of a girl, who though faced a lot of hurt growing up, fights to make her dream come true. And maybe, just maybe, along the way finds a way to trust again, to love again.
Love, Humor, Passion, Artistry, a story of acceptance.
March 23, 2015
Pretty Dancer
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Pretty Dancer is on sale March 24-26 for only .99 cents!!
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Pretty Dancer
Cora Graham
Pretty Dancer is on sale March 24-26 for only .99 cents!!
Here is your chance to check it out!!
Pretty Dancer
Cora Graham
