Caron Rider's Blog, page 12

Spring Planting Time

Well, actually I started some time ago to plant my flowers and veggies. Several posts ago I mentioned that I had built a greenhouse, so I thought I should plant during winter. I started some potatoes, onions, garlic, and lots of seeds for tomatos, pumpkins, marigolds, lavender and some sunflowers. I must say that the success rate was kind of hit and miss. The onions and potatoes are going gang busters. The tomatoes have finally sprouted up but half my strawberries didn't make it (but half did) and no pumpkins, lavender, or sunflowers ever came up.

Now this is the first time I've really tried to grow things (other than the debacle with the almond tree which you can read about at http://alwaysabooklover.blogspot.com/). So even though I've had some failures, I'm pretty stoked about my successes. I literally can't wait for the potatoes. My blue berries are fantastic and I actually squealed when I realized that my apple tree has little bitty apples on it. Then my latest purchase are two cherry trees, one of which is a weeping cherry that is fabulous and should produce some cherries this year (that is if the deer don't eat them).

So for those wannabe gardeners out there (like me), my advice is to just plant something...anything. If it doesn't make it, try something else. Eventually you will find the plant that will grow for you!

Authors in Bloom

Welcome to the Authors In BloomGiveaway HopEnter to Win A Nook/Enter to Win a Kindle!


For me spring is the perfect time to sit outside amongst the flowers, read and enjoy a few cookies! Below is a receipe that I got from Lucy Chiesa (baker extraordinaire). They absolutely melt in your mouth.
CAKE COOKIES
1 box of Lemon Supreme Cake Mix
1 8oz tub of Cool Whip
1 egg
Powdered sugar

Beat egg, Add cake mix, and then Add cool whip

Batter will be stiff. Take a teaspoonful and roll in a ball. Then roll the ball in the powdered sugar. Place on  parchment paper on a cookie sheet.

Bake at 350 for 8 to 10 minutes. Don't over bake otherwise they become tough. Very light and scrumptious.

Other options: Change out cake mixes. I've made chocolate and strawberry (equally scrumpdelicious).

For a chance to win an autographed copy of SILVER KNIGHT to enjoy with your cookies, it's super easy:

1. Like The Silver Series Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/caronrider
2. Send me an email with Silver Knight as the subject: caron@caronrider.com (open Internationally). Winner will be drawn randomly. I will send out an email and the winner has 48 hours to respond. If there is no response, then another will be chosen.

Story Phrases for Nook and Kindle CONTEST!Line 43: Yes and no.
Line 44: If your petals were chosen to express love, then yes.


Feel free to:


Visit my Website to read the 1st chapter of Silver Knight: www.caronrider.com
Follow me on Twitter: Caron_Rider


Tell your friends about Silver Knight on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Silver-Knight-The-Series-ebook/dp/B006PI0Q9Q/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1332978328&sr=8-2
To enter for the GRAND PRIZE you need to collect all the phrases of the traveling story by visiting each author on the linky list below. Each page has a phrase. I recommend copying and pasting all the phrases into a seperate document and then copy and paste the full list into the form at http://www.acozyreaderscorner.com/2012/04/authors-in-bloom-all-author-blog-hop.html#more. They do not have to be in order, but if you do put them in order you will get to read a wonderful short, written by Dianne Venetta. Happy Collecting! Don't forget to enter all the giveaways on each authors site while collecting the phrases! Each author is posting a tip or recipe for your enjoyment as well! Click the link below to enter for GRAND PRIZE:http://www.acozyreaderscorner.com/2012/04/authors-in-bloom-all-author-blog-hop.html#more.sl_linktable { FONT-FAMILY: Arial,Sans-Serif; FONT-SIZE: 11px}.sl_formwrap { FONT-FAMILY: Arial,Sans-Serif; FONT-SIZE: 11px}.sl_title { FONT-WEIGHT: bold}.sl_msg { BORDER-BOTTOM: #009900 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #009900 1px solid; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #d9ffd9; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: #009900 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #009900 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 10px}1.Dianne Venetta2.YA Author PJ Sharon3.Vickie Taylor4.Alexa Grace5.Marilyn Brant6.Celebrating Spring7.Diana Layne Blog8.*lizzie starr9.Darcy Flynn10.Off Kilter11.Marci Baun12.Amber Kallyn13.Sarah Gilman14.Renee Pace15.A Cozy Reader's Corner16.Children's Author Maria Dismondy17.Indie Author How-To18.Deb Sanders19.Fresh Start Stories with Beverly Nault20.Aris Whittier21.Darcyholic Diversions22.Once Upon a Time: world of symbols23.YA author Katharina Gerlach24.Chick Lit (Bridget Jones's Diary meets The Office)25.Beate Boeker26.Jessica Chambers: Straight From The Heart27.Gotta Have YA28.Karl Fields29.Sally Clements 30.Dina Silver31.Sybil Nelson32.Priscilla the Great33.Nina Benneton34.Caron Rider, YA Author of Silver Knight35.Tara Woolpy36.J.M. Kelley37.Susan Mallery Cooks38.J.L. Campbell 39.Amy Saunders40.Kaira Rouda41.Michael Scott Miller42.Samantha March43.Marika Christian44.Elena Aitken45.No Hope for Gomez!46.Nearly Brilliant47.WHO GOT LIZ GARDNER48.Amy Lignor - Until Next Time: The Angel Chronicles49.Jolene Perry - Night Sky50.ShaynaGier.com51.DeeSWhite-Author, Inspirational Speaker, Vocalist52.Tracy Marchini - Hot Ticket53.STAY TUNED - Lauren Clark54.TwoCanDo Books Mary Laudien's Website- Follow the Blog!55.Maria Geraci56.Pandora Poikilos - Peace from Pieces57.Christina Wible58.ALMOST HUMAN - venomous vampire series59.Walking with Justice60.Author Darien Gee and the Friendship Bread Kitchen61.K.E. Saxon62.Cynthia Vespia Author of Thrills and Chills63.Louisa Mack - Cooking Up Trouble64.Cheryl - Books, Products and More!65.Sloane Wolf - Margay Leah Justice66.Daddy, Come & Get Me67.Author Mia King (Good Things, Sweet Life, Table Manners)68.Welcome to the Woods69.

Migraines

I suffer from migraines. I never did when I was younger, so when they began I was caught off guard. And by caught off guard, I mean that I had never experienced any kind of pain like it, not child birth nor even when I woke up on the operating table (which was incredibly painful btw). When I finally sought help for them, I thought my head was actually going to explode. After doctors and medication (thank you for medication!), I wondered what could really be causing my migraines because quite frequently they begin during the night. The pain actually wakes me up. Not surprisingly, there really is no explanation other than I will most likely suffer from them for the rest of my life. Yeah! But what I did find out was that one of the things that happens during a migraine is that fluid seeps out of the blood vessels into the brain. Great. No surprise, I suppose, I have a leaky brain!

Eighty Six the Poet

I have a guest post today by Eighty Six the Poet. I hope you enjoy!

How to Write Ten-by-TenPoems
The ten-by-ten is myfavorite poetic form, consisting of ten lines with ten syllableseach. One-hundred syllables in all. When built right, a ten-by-tenis an elegant, compact and powerful machine. I see one as a squarewindow through which to look or a square canvas to fill.
I'm not sure when or whyI started writing them. I'd been making a lot of free-verse andaccentual poetry. Somehow I needed the framework. I needed to knowwhere to start and stop. Soon I was writing ten-by-tens almost dailyabout whatever was on my mind or was happening to me.
Like any piece ofwriting, begin with a topic. You may use anything: how you arefeeling, an experience, a scene you observed, an image you wish toconvey, a conversation. Always best to write a lot about a little,rather than the other way around. Choose a small detail and expandit. Make it clearer. Help the reader feel, see, hear, smell andtaste what you already have. Don't try to tackle massive themes like"love". Rather, tell me about that glance from your lover andeverything that moment did to you.
Once you've picked atopic, free-write. I've been brainstorming since kindergarten and Istill do it. Get a chunk of paper and a pen. Write everything thatcomes to mind about your topic. Nothing is wrong. Don't erase orscratch things out. Describe each detail with as many words as youneed and then some, with no care for punctuation and no slowing down. This is not the time for economy of language. Out of the huge pileof letters and ink, you'll find some gems and some ideas you didn'tknow you had.
I still use the same oldseventy page spiral notebooks from elementary school. When writing aten-by-ten, I like to count off the last ten lines of the page andmark that spot. In the twenty-two lines above that mark, I'llscribble without thought about the topic, creating four or five timesas many words as I'll need for the poem. Then I'll read through itand circle the really good stuff. Somewhere there will be a fewgreat images. Somewhere may be ingredients for the first or lastline.
At the bottom of the pageI'll make my first attempt at a ten-by-ten. I'll plug in phrasesfrom the free-write, counting on my fingers. The poem starts to feellike a puzzle, fitting fours and sixes together, threes and sevens,wrapping twelves from the end of one line to the next. I find arhythm creates itself. Some lines read fast. Others are choppy andbroken. Cesuras, enjambments and end-stops occur naturally. Sometimes I end up with a perfect iambic pentameter line. It isimportant that the finished product has variety and rhythm, though itusually happens organically.
Commonly, I know how Iwant the poem to end before I'm through with the middle. I'll putline #10 and parts of #9 down at the end. Then I'll try to link itto the first five or six lines. Now, I hate filler and never want toplump an eight line poem into a ten. That's why lots of free-writingis essential. Hopefully, you're trimming pages of ideas down to ahundred syllables. Getting the middle of the poem to fit usuallyinvolves adding another image or describing one more detail.

Making this littlemachine of a poem fit together perfectly can be frustrating. Ialways find the perfect nine syllable line I don't want to fatten orstruggle with two six syllable phrases in the same line. This iswhen I look at the poem as a series of tiles. I start moving piecesaround, changing tenses, restructuring sentences, telling the storyin a different order and eventually something clicks.
Once you have your firstdraft: rewrite, rewrite, put it away for a while then rewrite somemore. Improve weak images. Take three and four syllable words andreplace them with better ones and twos. See if the poem makes senseafter a week of ignoring it. Give it to someone and find the partthat trips them up. Free-write on that for a while. When youfinally can read through the whole thing and can find nothing youdon't like, chisel it into your driveway and mess with it no more.

One of my favoritetechniques, which I even used when writing this piece, is to printyour draft. Then type it back into the computer. I find when thewords go back into your eyes, around your head and out through yourfingers again, you get new ideas and a better sense for the overallflow of the writing.
Make sure your first linehooks the reader. Make sure the last line strikes with a bang,leaving the reader thrilled, moved or shocked by the experience. Usecreative nouns and verbs. End each line on a strong word. Don't letyour lines sag with "if", "but", or "and".

Sometimes one ten-by-tenverse is the perfect size. Sometimes, it takes two or three. Sometimes five. Sometimes one-hundred. I wish all of you luck andgood fun toying with these ten-by-ten boxes. I'll leave you with oneof my own. Perhaps my favorite ten-by-ten:
FakeFlowers
Ilike flowers fake, sewn and glued, nylon
Andpolyester. Woven frayed petals,
Withcoarse grain, plastic stems, acrylic dew.
Neverlie nor wilt. Won't curl or change face.
Sunlightor dark, will be with you always.
Ina dollar vase, give me fake flowers.
Unscented,no pollen or honeybees.
Nothungry, always growing at the sun.
Fabricateme twelve bomb-proof pseudo-silk
Injection-moldedpolymer flowers.

Also, please investigatemy two post-apocalyptic novels-in-verse, composed of one-hundredten-by-tens:
CathartesAura and the Apocalypse Zoo   CathartesAura on the Road from Nowhere

You'll find a collectionof my ten-by-ten poetry and other writing at my blog:

EightySix the Poet

Cape Ingénue by E. Bard

WELCOME to E. Bard author of Cape Ingénue an intriguing YA mystery!

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Set in the small town of Schill Harbour, the story follows the misadventures of sixteen year old, Sandrin Hawkes. With the discovery of a classmate's body at a local swimming hole, the girl is thrown into an unsettling mystery, a nest of long buried secrets and maybe even a treasure hunt. Could her classmate's death have been more than just a terrible accident?

When Sandrin teams up with an unlikely partner, local juvenile delinquent Colt, the two soon uncover more than they ever imagined.

Young Adult, Adventure, Mystery, Treasure Hunt, Teen




Here's a **** Review by: Sandra Cimadori, Indie Author (North Carolina/Florida):

Set along the rugged coast of Nova Scotia, CAPE INGENUE is a YA thriller that features strong, realistic dialogue, beautifully described natural settings and great action scenes. The life that sixteen year old Sandrin and her friends live in the small town of Schill Harbour seems rather grim and dark, almost dystopian. Sandrin dreams of being a novelist. After school and on the weekends, she works long hours at a small restaurant and she agonizes over lousy tippers. Most of the boys she knows act like immature jerks, but she protects herself with a quick, sarcastic tongue. When a boy she likes is found dead under very suspicious circumstances, Sandrin becomes involved with Colt the local bad boy. Can she trust him, or is he just playing her? An ancient pirate legend is interlaced with the contemporary mystery, and Colt and his family seem to be at the center of both.E. Bard is a writer to watch. She has an exceptional ear for dialogue which is all the more interesting since Canadian teens are the ones talking, and they sound wickedly clever. She paints wonderful word pictures of the beautiful but forbidding north Atlantic coast. Her action scenes, though, are where her writing shines through, tight and controlled, as Sandrin is pitted against human evil and nature's dangers. It reminded me of the thrilling action scenes of the great British writer Mary Stewart.
Author Profile:
E. Bard works on authoring YA/MG novels. As a side business, she also customizes her novels in paperback form for individual YA readers. Inspired by the chilly Atlantic coastline, one very creaky, drafty old house and several drafty old characters found wandering the streets of the town she lives in, E. Bard writes about ghosts, zombies, adventure, and anything mysterious. Her background includes a B.Sc. in Geology, TESL certificate, several years devoted to employment as an Environmental Scientist, Project Manager at a laboratory, children's ESL and Science Instructor as well as numerous other jobs. She enjoys traveling, reading, parenting, beach exploring, and entrepreneurial experiments. For fun, she struggles with single parenting and the never ending onslaught of home repairs.

Useful links:

Books on Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Cape-Ingénue-ebook/dp/B006YF25E4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1333461883&sr=1-1
http://www.amazon.com/Ghost-Town-ebook/dp/B006T37LFY/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_1

Books on Smashwords:
Cape Ingénue http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/86480
Ghost Town http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/116863

Blogs: http://thrillreads.blogspot.ca/ (a book review site)
http://makeityournovel.blogspot.ca/ (an indie author and customized paperback novels site)
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Its-Your-Novel/159206050803215
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/itsyournovel

Photo Shoot

Michelle Cornwell-Jordan, author of the newly released Night School: Vampire Hunter (Angel) book, sent me some pictures from a recent photo shoot for her books.
This is a sample. I just thought this was a really cool picture and if you go to her website (http://indiewritersreview.wordpress.com/), I believe that she has more posted there.

My interest in this is that I have a horrible time taking pictures! I bought the photos I used for the book trailer for Silver Knight, as well as the photo for the cover. It was well worth it I thought, since I just feel that's not part of my creativity. Now what I can do is modify the pictures once I get them. It's the getting that's the problem. I'm currently looking for photos for my second book and trying to determine the direction the cover should take. I've spent countless hours hunting and then modifying and combining pictures. But lightning hasn't struck yet and I'm envious of Michelle for taking her own. But as said, I'm horrible. *sigh*

What about you?

Excerpt: Night School: Vampire Hunter by Michelle Cornwell-Jordan

Prologue
He smelled her before he saw her, that sweet, spicy aroma that appealed to those of his kind. His tongue tingled at the thought of the warm blood flowing down his throat. He moved as the anticipation of his next meal caused him to draw near. The uncontrollable thirst beat at him as he watched the girl, alone, walk towards her car in the empty parking lot. He chuckled to himself. He had heard many of the Day Walkers' stories speaking of how unsettling and creepy, he believed their exact words were, Ame Academy's parking lot was after dark. This was especially true of the Day Walkers' lot, which was the furthest one from the school, made so to prohibit after hour attendance, unless of course you attended night school. But they came, those foolish Day Walkers who wanted the thrill, the rush, to say that they had dared to break the rule.

He chuckled again as he moved closer. So they came and usually there were no occurrences. But every once in a while, the school would have to report a disappearance, sadly, a tragedy where one of Kincaid, Texas's most hallowed young ones would meet with an unexpected and violent end.

He watched the girl as she walked towards a silver/black PT Cruiser convertible. She swiftly pulled from her jeans pocket a set of keys, and he saw what looked to be a small charm decorated with a skull emblem. The skull had a large pink bow. He smiled; this one had backbone, and he liked a little fire in his meal. Hunger drove him, made him a little more reckless than usual, and he forgot to notice small details such as the set of the girl's shoulders, which were determined and ready. Even as she opened the door, placing her bag into the back seat, she showed no fear. But he didn't see these insignificant details. It had been too long since he had hunted. Having to exist off that vile concoction of Phoenix blood, which supposedly had all the nutrients of the real thing for his kind to exist! Ha! It couldn't take the place of the heady feeling he got from the hunt, the sinking of teeth into tender skin and drinking that life force that couldn't be replaced; that was what they, his kind, were really meant to be, predators.

It was time. He moved closer as the girl stood with her back to him, leaning half-way in the car. He moved up with preternatural speed.

He said, "Hello, didn't anyone ever tell you a lovely girl like yourself shouldn't walk out here alone?" He laughed as he grabbed her, twisting her to face him, looking forward to the fear in her eyes. "There are scary things in the night!" But he stopped and his red eyes widened. No! he thought to himself, not her! Not the slayer!
The girl, facing him fully now, smiled with her dark eyes shining.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to play with your food?" she said, a wicked smile crossing her angelic face. So lost in her eyes, the vampire didn't see the stake coming towards his heart.

Mind Speak

(A blog dealing with the crap that is my life)

Blog post#1

Okay, so this is the first post in my diary. Ms. Griffin says that this will help me to own all the negative emotions I have been suppressing since the incident. That's what she calls the event that changed my life. First, I probably need to introduce myself, Ms. Griffin says (yeah, she says a lot of things…) that speaking formally as if I am talking to strangers, introducing them to myself, my life, and eventually the events surrounding my "problem" will help me have the distance to deal with all the details without the emotional baggage… (Whatever), anyway, here goes...

My name is Dasheen Bellamy, but everyone always calls me Angel. I am 15 years old, have one brother, Jordan, who's 12 years old and we are both students and residents of Ame Academy. Actually, I'm staging a mini-rebellion. Ms. Griffin was opposed to the blog format, believing the old fashioned method of pen, pencil, and leather-bound journal would be better for me…keep me in reality, I suppose. I will do what she says to a point, for my sake and that of my little brother Jordan. I will do whatever is needed to keep us together.

That's why I see Ms. Griffin three days out of the week for 50 minutes each time since coming to Ame Academy, but I will still have to hold on to a part of the old me, even if it's as silly as how I journal. I was a blogger back at my old school, and that's who I am now. So bite me, Griffin! Oh, well (now I feel a small twinge of guilt…Dad and Jocelyn would be disappointed with me for speaking that way). But I guess it doesn't really matter, does it? Dad and Jocelyn aren't here, are they? Well, not since I killed them…

Post #2

Guess, I left that last post a little dramatic, didn't I? I didn't actually kill Jocelyn and Dad; at least I don't think I did. It all began a year ago, the night of my 15th birthday, October 31st (yep, I know, there are just TONS of implications that can be suggested with my being born on that day! Trust me, I have heard them all: devil, spawn, witch etc.). Especially after I began having the visions, like I said; the first came on my birthday. We were all finishing up Jocelyn's to-die-for Black Forest cake, a sinful concoction of cherries, kirsch( cherry water) and devil deep chocolate! Hey Squirrel... (That's my way of saying I have a little back history to add); Jocelyn Hernandez, is or was like a mother to me and Jordan.

I never knew my mother growing up, and well, Jocelyn had been there forever. She was a friend of my mom and dad's from when they were in college, and my dad says that when my mom left, he was alone with small children and a broken heart and he asked Jocelyn for help. She had just gotten out of a bad marriage (I know, too much information right?). Anyway, she also was heartbroken about her husband and about my mom disappearing, and apparently nothing else was going on, so she stepped right in to help. She eventually moved in and took care of me and Jordan because Dad had a private security company and he traveled a lot for clients. Okay, I know that sounds REALLY convenient, but it isn't like that. For as long as I can remember, my dad and Jocelyn always acted like best friends; in fact it seemed until Jocelyn and Dad disappeared, that he still missed my mother…Wow, I'm all over the place, good thing this blog is really for my eyes only…

So-o-o…like I said, we had just finished the cake for my birthday and tricksters wanting treats started blowing up the doorbell. Jordan was jumping around like worms were in his pants; as he got older, it became harder and harder for him to deal with the rule…this is Angel's birthday first; we celebrate THEN go out trick or treating. So he shot up out of his seat saying, "I'll get it…I'll get it," running down the short hallway that led to the front door, with Jocelyn's "no, running in the house!" at his back. We still lived in North Carolina then, Winston Salem to be exact; and I loved our house, all the gleaming wood edgings, and hardwood floors that I sock-skated across on rainy days. The large back yard that I loved seeing filled with burnt orange and bruised banana yellow leaves in the fall, that was home, not Kincaid, Texas. This is prison.

Anyway, I yelled, "You're still helping with the dishes, twerp!" As I watched his lanky form disappear down the hall, I gave him a hard time but I really don't believe there is anyone in this world I love as much as Jordan. He's as tall as I am; really he's about to sprout taller than me soon at 12 years old! He's handsome with skin the color of coffee with tons of cream in it; he has short, springy curls that he wears cut short, and he's slender.

We're basically opposites. I am more the color of warm cocoa, almost shorter than Jordan, but I guess normal for a girl, and I wear my hair in braids, because well, then I won't have to deal with my unruly hair. Anyway, wow, this post is SUPER long! I guess, I just like thinking about when we were happy and normal; it changed when Jordan opened that door that night. I remember I was helping Jocelyn pick up dessert plates with left over smudges of chocolate crumbs and cherries.

Dad had received a call and was in his office, and Jocelyn was running back and forth between the dining room and the kitchen, taking dishes to load the dishwasher. I was picking

up the last plate when suddenly extreme nausea hit me. It seemed like my stomach was literally turning inside out. I sorta stumbled, instinctively lunging towards the dining room table, in order to give the dessert plates a safe landing. I began feeling hot and cold, and when I looked around it was as if I had double vision; two tables, two ugly as sin paintings that my next door neighbor Mrs. Partridge had made for us one Christmas, hung on the wall directly in front of me. I wanted to cry out, but it was as if my tongue had grown two sizes too large for my mouth. I felt as if I would choke on my own tongue.

Then things really started getting strange. I could see the door that stood open, where Jordan was standing, digging through the candy bowl, picking the choice pieces for himself, one or two candy bits went in a trickster's bucket; the other three or four in his pocket. My attention suddenly went to a little girl who stood in the doorway.

She was the height of an eight or nine-year-old; she seemed separate from the childish hum of energy that surrounded her, standing there, staring directly at me. She was bundled in the long sleeves and jacket required in October in North Carolina, the frilly pink plastic skirt of the Halloween costume peeking out from under her furry brown jacket. She also wore a princess mask, the kind with the holes that looked like blank, dead eyes. The blonde curls that framed the white pale mask looked like engorged worms that began moving and squirming, inching their way into the eye holes of the mask. Down…down the worms slithered while the girl stood still, seeming completely oblivious that worms were going to gnaw her eyes out. Soon the stark white mask was streaked with red with rivulets of blood running down it. That's when I cried out and the world went black.

Night School: Vampire Hunter Book 1 (Angel) by Michelle Cornwell-Jordan

Welcome to Michelle Cornwell-Jordan today with the release of her latest work:

NIGHT SCHOOL:VAMPIRE HUNTER, BOOK 1 (ANGEL)
Description:Dasheen Bellamy has lost everything. Now with just her brother, they enter Ame Academy. Soon her only family is threatened... That's unacceptable... Dasheen enters Night School...where the monsters play....
Angel is born...
She is a Vampire Hunter and also...
Angel is like any other kid...except the monsters are afraid of her...




GIVEAWAY March 31 - April 3 (2 eBooks Available)! For a chance to win a copy of this book:

Send an email to: caron@caronrider.com with Night School as the subject. Winners will be chosen by random drawing.

BIO:
Michelle Cornwell-Jordan is a book lover, with YA paranormal adventures as her favorite genre, although she can be a glutton for any young adult title. Michelle's other love is writing, Michelle has been writing about as long as she has been a bibliophile! Losing herself in a fantasy world that she or others have created is how she loves spending her spare time.

Along with author Danny Jones, Michelle Cornwell-Jordan completed, a YA paranormal called Reahket, which is available on Barnesandnoble.com, Amazon.com, Smashwords and Goodreads.

Michelle's solo debut YA title Night School: Vampire Hunter Bk.1 (Angel) …releases March 31, 2012. The first in a trilogy, Night School mixes a little of Michelle's favorite obsessions…Twilight versus Buffy the Vampire Slayer! (Amazon, BN.com, Smashwords & Goodreads)

Contact Me & Books for sale:)

I can be stalked:

Twitter: @mcjordan37
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Books on Sale: Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Night-School-Vampire-Hunter-ebook/dp/B007MCMJA8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1332256051&sr=8-1
Smashwords: www.smashwords.com

SILVER KNIGHT is FREE on Amazon 3/31/12

I was sucked into participating in a promo by all the hype. So for today 3/31, Silver Knight is FREE on Amazon! Just click the link below to download your copy. ENJOY!

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SILVER KNIGHT is FREE on Amazon 3/30/12

I was sucked into participating in a promo by all the hype. So for today 3/30, Silver Knight is FREE on Amazon! Just click the link below to download your copy. ENJOY!

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