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Writer Wednesday: Hitting the Mark with Amy Durham

I am pleased to welcome author Amy Durham back to Writer Wednesday! Amy has a captivating new release, Asher’s Mark, a New Adult Romance book. Please check out the book’s description, excerpt and buy links after Amy’s wonderful guest post about doing the hard stuff.
THE HARD STUFF
by Amy Durham
My oldest son is a junior in high school. YIKES! It seems like just yesterday I was writing about him on my website as he was beginning middle school!
High school is a really fun stage in his life, as he’s discovering the things he loves to do, fine-tuning the things he’s good at, and beginning to make decisions about his future. I’m enjoying every minute of watching him become a young man.
When he was a freshman, he auditioned for All-State band for the first time. This is a rigorous audition process – that involves 2 different “cuts” – to determine the very best instrumentalists in the state. For his instrument (French Horn), only 20 players from the entire state are selected each year. He made it through the first cut, finishing 5th overall in our district. Already a tremendous accomplishment for a freshman competing against students who are sophomores, juniors, and seniors in high school. When he didn’t make it through the second cut to be one of the 20 selected, he was bummed. So was I. But not too terribly disappointed.

We had a talk about what it meant to do the “hard stuff”. Auditioning for All-State band, especially as a freshman, was hard. He didn’t have to do it. He CHOSE to do it. And choosing to do the “hard stuff” is how we improve, how we grow, and how we eventually “get there”. There’s such value in doing the hard stuff. When we stretch ourselves past what is comfortable or easy, that’s where we find who we truly are. Where, after several tries, we find success.

I told him it was sort of like writing a book. Writing a book is not easy, as all authors know. It’s difficult, toiling, gut-wrenching work. It takes a long time and can drain you mentally and emotionally. But authors choose to do it, because we know that by “doing the hard stuff” and stretching ourselves beyond where we’re comfortable, a book eventually comes to fruition. And with each “stretch” and each “completed product”, we grow and improve.

This idea is true no matter what area you pursue. So… dream big… run, don’t walk toward the things you want most out of life… even if it means you have to do the hard stuff. It’s always worth it in the end!

I agree with what Amy says in her post. It’s all too easy to slip into a comfort zone, doing the same thing day-after-day more because it’s comfortable than because it’s the best thing for us. I retired from the practice of law last year and threw myself off of a proverbial cliff to pursue a writing career. And boy, is it a hard thing! A full year later, I still feel like I’m trying to figure out my day, my routine and truly own my choice. But I can absolutely agree with Amy that doing the “hard stuff” is worth it. 

Back to Asher’s Mark, Amy’s newest release:

Asher’s Mark Book Description:
 
Asher’s Mark by Amy Durham
Grace Ballard has been
in love with Asher Howell for a long time. When she was sixteen, he became her
hero, and she fell head over heels for the boy with a ring through his eyebrow,
a big heart, and an unending sense of justice. But two years ago he left for
college without a backward glance, leaving Grace to wonder if she’d imagined
everything.
With no reason to wait
for Asher to return, Grace moved on, and Asher’s brother, Adam, stepped in to
help her pick up the pieces. But Asher never left her thoughts … or her heart.
Now, two years later,
tragedy brings Asher home and back into Grace’s life. The boy who left her
behind is now very much a man – a licensed tattoo artist, much to his parents’
dismay, and still carrying a major torch for Grace. But two years apart has
changed them both, and the things that happened during their separation may
create a divide that can’t be crossed.
Asher and his brother both left their mark on
Grace’s heart. Will Asher’s be able to stand the test of time?

**This New Adult romance features characters 18 years and older. However, this title does not carry a content warning, indicating readers should be over the age of 17.

Would you like a little preview? You’ve got it. Here’s an excerpt of Asher’s Mark:
Asher

I’m kissing Grace. Finally. Every molecule in my body screams with the rightness of it. How had I ever thought I could stay away from her? How could I

have put so much distance between us?
         I have no answers. All I know is that my arms are locked around her as her mouth
fuses to mine, and I never want to let her go.
         There are all sorts of reasons I shouldn’t be doing this… namely Adam… but I can’t stop. I don’t want to. Something in me shouts I saw
her first!
Two years of wanting her, loving her, have finally exploded between us. She’s in my arms. In my lap. Under my skin. In my heart.
She is everywhere and everything.
         Maybe to her it’s just a way to forget. A way to stop thinking about losing Adam. But I just don’t care. I don’t care at all.
         All that matters is that we are together in this moment.
         I pull back a fraction of an inch, still hugging her close. Her golden green eyes
are glassy and gorgeous, hazy with the desire we just stirred up. Strands of her auburn hair have escaped her ponytail and now hang wistfully around her
face. She’s so beautiful it makes me ache.
         She doesn’t look upset, which is a relief. I thought I’d gauged her reaction
correctly, but I’m glad to know I was right.
         She’d wanted to kiss me just as badly as I’d wanted to kiss her.
         I refuse to think too much about the ramifications of it.
         I run my hands up her back, from her waist to her shoulder blades, pulling her toward me again. Pressing a kiss to one eyelid, then the next, I take a deep
breath and speak.
         “Mom’s gonna text me any minute,” I say, already dreading the moment I’ll walk out her door. But I know it’ll be better to leave now, while things are still dreamy between us.
         Grace nods, letting her hands slide out of my hair, over my shoulders, then coming to rest on my chest. My stomach flips over.
         No one’s ever made me feel like this. Not even close. A simple touch from Grace does so much more than…
         I shove that thought way down and slam a lid on it, knowing that after all the stuff I’ve done the past year to try and forget Grace, I shouldn’t even be touching her.
        “I should go,” I whisper, leaning in to brush another kiss on her lips. “Before she gets antsy.”
         Grace smiles. “Okay.”
         “I don’t want to, though.” I grin back at her.
         All this talk about me leaving, and yet she’s still on my lap and my arms are still
wrapped around her. If I don’t go now, I might not ever.
         I stand up, taking her with me and placing her feet on the floor. I grab my button-up shirt from the love seat, throw it over my shoulder, and turn back to
face her. Our hands find their way to each other, fingers lacing together as we walk toward the door.
         I shift close before opening the door, intending to ask if I can see her tomorrow. On the bulletin board by the light switch, I see the picture… the picture I drew her just before I left for Flagstaff two years ago. Had it been
there the night before? I think back and realize it wasn’t. It must’ve been covered up by the big picture of Grace and Adam.
         Between last night and tonight she’d uncovered my picture. My mind races with what that might mean. I open my mouth, unsure what I’m about to say.
         But she speaks before I do. “We should probably talk about…” She doesn’t finish the sentence.
         But I know she means Adam.
         The guilt bounces around inside me, but I can’t find it in myself to regret what just happened. What I hope very much will happen again. Very soon.
         “Later.” I reach up and push a stray tendril of hair behind her ear, my hand lingering on the soft skin of her neck. “I know we’ll have to, but not right now. I just want to feel this right now.”
         She nods. “Me too.”

         Leaving her right then is about the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I do it, before something ruins what was absolutely the most perfect moment of my life.
 
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If you’d like to check out more of Asher’s Mark, please use these handy buy links:
 

 
 
Author Amy Durham
After spending every work day with classrooms full of tweens and
teens, then going home to three boys of her own, two of whom fall into the
tween/teen category, you’d think that Amy Durham might like to leave the world
of teens and young adults behind. Not so!
Instead, she spends her spare moments – which sometimes consist of
waiting twenty minutes for her oldest kiddo to get out of band practice – with
her laptop and a multitude of teenage characters trying to navigate their way
through the twisted, difficult road of adolescence.
You might ask… “Why Young/New Adult Fiction”? Well,
because it’s what she knows. As a teacher and a parent, Amy is around teens and
young adults on an almost constant basis. And while it’s true they can be – ahem
– challenging, they are also full of life, vision, and dreams. And that’s a
really cool place to be.
Young Adult and New Adult Fiction allows young readers the opportunity
to find hope for the situations they find themselves in, find determination to
keep on going, and courage to pursue their dreams. It also allows adult readers
the chance to revisit the exuberance of youth, remember the joy and poignancy
of first love, and recall how it felt to dream with abandon.
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Amy
Durham is a wife and mother, an author, a teacher, an avid reader, and a
musician. If she weren’t writing books, she’d be a celebrity chef!

 
You can touch base with Amy here:
 
Twitter – @amy_durham
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Instagram – @authoramydurham

 

Writer Wednesday: Riding the Roller Coaster with Heather Sunseri

Today I welcome the lovely Heather Sunseri to Writer Wednesday. Heather is smart, funny and a damned good writer. I hope you enjoy her post as much as I did. And I look forward to reading her books, Mindspeak and her new release, Mindsiege. Why not pick up a copy for yourself? Links are below.


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Heather Sunseri,
Author of Mindsiege & Mindspeak

Hi, I’m Heather Sunseri, and I’m a recovering rule-follower-aholic.
Somewhere along the path to becoming a writer, someone insisted that I had to follow a certain set of rules if I had any hope in succeeding as a novelist.
I was told that I had to write 1000 words each and every day; I had to be a consistent blogger and blog often; I couldn’t introduce more than two characters in the first scene of any novel; it was imperative that I join a critique group; I would never make money with writing; traditional publishing was the only way to give my writing any merit; and the fact that I don’t like chocolate is the main reason I would never succeed as a novelist.
I kid you not. (Although someone may or may not have been joking about the chocolate. I’m not sure.) All of the above and many more absurd statements have been said to me on the bumpy road I’ve traveled to become a published writer. I’m sure you’ve had your own list of demands put upon you as you strive to reach a goal, whether it be in the realm of writing or something else entirely.
I realized one lovely September day more than two years ago as I sat in front of an agent (who I will not name) at the ACFW conference that I was done. D-O-N-E. I had hit my rock bottom of following all the rules.
It truly wasn’t that I didn’t respect the professionals that I had paid hefty conference fees to hear. The problem? The publishing world had hit a tough time. Really, the entire U.S. economy had hit a tough time. Agents were not accepting very many new authors. Publishers were not making deals. The outlook for aspiring writers was bleak. And with the odds further stacked against writers, I believe agents and publishers were frustrated and had nothing positive to offer many writers. And I got a full dose of this frustration when an agent read one page of my manuscript, looked up at me and said, “Your writing is good, but this will never sell. You’ve introduced like four characters on the first page.” And he went on to say other discouraging, you-didn’t-follow-the-rules-type statements.
This agent meeting came at the end of a long few years of blogging, writing according to what publishers and agents were “looking for,” trying to connect with certain authors and publishing professionals the way I read I was supposed to, and following many other rules. This meeting was my rock bottom, and I knew I had a choice to make.
I could stay the course, or change with an industry that was rapidly transforming, and is still racing at the speed of light to an unknown destination.
I had someone tell me not that long ago, “I feel like I missed the boat to self-publish.” My response? “It’s not a boat. It’s a never-ending roller coaster. You just have jump on while it’s on the uphill and enjoy the ride after it hits one of its peaks and then prepare for the next peak and hang on when it goes upside down.”


Here’s another thing. It’s no longer a debate about whether to self-publish or query agents and traditional publishers. For me, it never was. For me, it was a decision to make career choices that were best for me and what I wanted to write. And not be afraid to make a different choice the next time.
After I left that conference, I reassessed my writing career and aspirations, and realized I had been following all the wrong rules and advice, and for all the wrong reasons. My goal had been to win some publishing game — follow someone else’s arbitrary rules, play a game others had made up, and win some prize that no one could even define for me. A prize I wasn’t even sure I wanted anymore.
That was when it all changed for me. I began listening to my own voice. I thought about the books I enjoyed reading. I envisioned a certain audience that might enjoy my voice. And then I wrote the book that I wanted to write with no consideration as to whether agents or publishers would be interested. I stopped listening to all the publishing rules and wrote to entertain.
Mindsiege, by Heather Sunseri

I’m not sure I’ve gotten it completely right yet, or if I ever will. But I know that I’m enjoying the ride. And I also know now why following the rules was so frustrating for me once upon a time. While I was busy following the rules, the game was changing. And that’s the decision we writers face every day: Are we going to play the game created by others yesterday, or are we going create a new game based on the rules that continuously evolve?


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Heather Sunseri was raised on a tiny farm in one of the smallest towns in thoroughbred horse country near Lexington, Kentucky. After high school, she attended Furman University in Greenville, South Carolina, and later graduated from the University of Kentucky with a degree in accounting. Always torn between a passion for fantasy and a mind for the rational, it only made sense to combine her career in accounting with a novel-writing dream.

You can connect with Heather in the following places:


Sign up for her newsletter at http://heathersunseri.com/newsletter

Heather’s latest release, Mindsiege, the sequel to Mindspeak, is available now. You can read blurbs about either and find out where the books are available on her website: http://heathersunseri.com/mindspeak-series/. The Mindsiege page will be constantly updated as Mindsiege goes live on each of the bookseller sites.

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Will Love Blossom in Emily’s Heart?

Cover Art for Emily’s Heart
Art Copyright 2013 Claudia McKinny

I’ve been writing like a banshee, trying to finish up Emily’s Heart, the third and final installment of the Akasha Chronicles. Emily has had to fight her way through more than a few battles in the last two books, but she hasn’t seen anything yet! Emily and crew are surrounded by danger at every turn in Book 3.


And I’ve faced my battles too while writing this danged book! Sometimes I’ve felt as besieged as Emily is ;-/

But the good news is that I’ve fought my way out of blind alleys and dark corners, and the end is near. Phew! *wipes brow*

This week I’ve been working on the book description. If you’re a self-publishing writer, you can probably relate to how ridiculously difficult it is to write the description for your own book. I’ve tried to write this about a half dozen times, but each time either ended up with two sentences or three pages! 

Here is my latest attempt. It’s a bit different. Maybe that’s good. Maybe it’s not. 

I appreciate honest feedback from any and all about your thoughts on this book description for Emily’s Heart. Is it too long? Too short? Does it pull you in? Does it make you want to read the book? Or does it bore you? Confuse you? Your comments are most welcome.
Emily’s Heart:

Seventeen-year-old Emily Adams unwittingly unleashed the shadow god’s dark energy power into the world and started an Apocalypse. But Emily is also the only one that can end the dark god’s reign. Though the powerful faerie magic of the golden torc is still coiled around her arm, self-doubt threatens to undo her. Emily wants nothing more than to feel the soft kiss of her one true love, but he won’t even speak to her. Her first crush is still quite dead and her best friend remains a prisoner in the dark god’s house of nightmares. A growing legion of black-eyed shadow people, devoid of conscience, roam the streets. Emily needs help now more than ever, but redemption seems far off indeed as she faces the darkness alone.

Emily will need an army of her own if she is to save the world from an eternity of darkness. But will a small band of Lucent geeks and freaks be enough to send the dark god packing?

Amidst chaos and ruin, will love blossom in Emily’s Heart?

Summer Teen Reading Party with Kim Baccellia

I welcome Kim Baccellia to my blog today. Kim is the author of Earrings of Ixtumea. I recently had a chance to chat with Kim and this is what she had to say:

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NATALIE WRIGHT (NW): Do you have a specific writing style?

KIM BACCELLIA (KB): I use an outline
similar to what screenwriters use.  I
also use the heroes journey when outlining/plotting my stories.

NW: How did you come up with the title?

KB: My writing group at
the time helped me come up with the title. 
The original title was Lupe’s Journey. 
Boring.  Then I had the group help
me brainstorm ideas.  Dennis, was the one
who came up with the idea of Ixtumea.  I
kept it.

NW: What books have most influenced your life most?

KB: Judy Blume when I
was a teen and recently Ellen Hopkins who writes real, honest YA
contemporaries.

NW: What book are you reading now?


KB: Right now I’m
reading Underworld by Meg Cabot.  I’m also reading Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein.

NW: Have you ever gone out in public with your shirt on
backwards, or your slippers on, and when realizing it, just said screw it?

KB: Once I was really
not feeling well and had an overdue library book.  It was overcast outside and I figured, who
cares if I drive to the library in my PJs? 
So yes, I ended up driving down there with my skull PJ bottoms and
hoodie top.  I did wear my Audrey Hepburn
sized sunglasses but still no one gave me a second glance other than my
ten-year-old son who commented, “You went to the library in your pajamas?”


NW: Be
honest, how often do you wash your hair?

KB: Uh, it depends.  Usually 3 times a week.

NW: Do you
get road rage? What is it about other drivers that makes you angry?

KB: I’m getting a lot better.  I learned my lesson the hard way while in
Utah.  I once gave this truck the bird
after he cut me off.  He turned around
and followed me, screaming profanity. 
Let’s just say I’ve never done that again!

NW: Do you go
out of your way to kill bugs? Are there any that make you screech and hide?

KB: Bugs usually don’t bother
me.  At the last school I taught at, we
had a cockroach problem.  It got so bad
that one day after I got yelled at by a parent, one scurried right in front on
me.  I kicked it.  Hard. The kids in the other classroom started
giggling.  The teacher came out and asked
me what I did as this cockroach was weaving around like it was drunk.  I swear nothing killed those bugs.

NW: What is
your favorite drink?
KB: I love Ruby Diner’s Diet Cherry
Chocolate Cokes.  They are fountain
drinks just like the ones my mom had in the 50s!
NW: How
would you describe yourself in three words?
KB: Persistent, out-spoken, and
studious

Kim Baccellia, Author

Author bio:

 
Kim Baccellia was a bilingual teacher in Los Angeles County for eight years and during that time she didn’t find many books for Latinas that were upbeat or dealt with their heritage.  During the time she wrote this novel, she was learning about her own Mexican heritage and decided to write a novel that was set in a Mesoamerican world.

Kim has also written Crossed Out, a YA paranormal and her YA fantasy No Goddesses Allowed has a tentative release date of Fall 2012.
A current member of SCBWI and YALITCHAT, Kim is currently writing the sequel to Crossed Out and a YA multicultural Sci-Fi.  She lives in Southern California with her husband and son.
 
Blurb:
 
Fifteen-year-old Lupe Hernandez dismisses the legend about her Mexican grandmother’s magical earrings as a silly fairytale, despite recurring nightmares of human sacrifice. But when the earrings thrust her into the parallel world of Ixtumea, she must confront the very thing she shuns the most — her cultural heritage.
Excerpt:
“How often do you hear a girl saves the world?” The melodic hush of Abuela’s voice downstairs in the kitchen woke Lupe. Darkness filled her room. She peered over at her alarm clock, six o’clock in the morning.
She pulled her pink blanket over her head and moaned. Oh, here we go again. Couldn’t Abuela let me sleep in? The blanket might cover  her, but she couldn’t escape the sounds of her grandmother reciting yet another fable from the mystical land of Ixtumea. She’d been forced to listen to that stupid tale last night. And even worse, downstairs in their kitchen, listening and encouraging were Abuelita’s amigas.
Lupe stumbled out of bed, kicking aside a collection of navy-and-white uniform clothes on the floor. Throwing on a faded flannel robe, she cracked her bedroom door open. The voices grew louder.
“Si, tell us more!” The ting of spoons against the tiny teacups sounded like a battle cry. Didn’t those women know it was way too early? Jeez, no way am I going to sleep. I might as well see if they made some hot chocolate or tea. Maybe then I can stomach this whole nonsense of Ixtumea and Super-Girl before I go to school.
She had long outgrown the silly tales. Though she hated to admit it, the tale of the girl savior fascinated her. Never had she heard of a teen-aged Latina battling evil forces and saving her people, in a world not unlike the land of Lupe’s Mexican ancestors.
No, the only stories of teen heroes she’d heard starred thin beautiful blondes. Everything she wasn’t.
Still, Abuela’s voice cast a spell on her. Lupe knew she shouldn’t eavesdrop on the chismes, but she couldn’t help herself.
She crept down the stairs past the pictures of the Virgin of Guadalupe, Pope John Paul II, and one of the mysterious Mayan gods.
“Ay, too bad she couldn’t have come sooner,” Coco, their next-door neighbor, sighed. “Too many cosas modernas in our world. Now who  believes? No one but us.”
Who are they talking about? Lupe wondered.
“Now that’s one story I’d like to hear,” an unfamiliar gravelly voice replied. “Not another pobrecita guera who steals the ranchero’s heart. How many poor blondes from Mexico do you ladies know?”
“You mean real ones or ones that appear with la magica of the bleach?” asked Esperanza, the acknowledged gossip of the apartment building.
Laughter filled the small condo. Lupe couldn’t help but smile. These ladies loved those telenovelas almost as much as Abuela’s tales. She thought it funny her grandmother got on her case about her Anglo pop idols. Maybe the ladies weren’t different from her, after all.
Lupe crouched down and hid behind one of the banisters. Ixchel, the spider goddess, smiled down on her from a painting on the wall. Red gems sparkled from Ixchel’s earlobes, similar to the earrings Lupe’s grandmother had tried to give Lupe last night.
From this position Lupe saw the usual group of amigas sitting around the Formica table, sipping café de leche or manzanilla—chamomile—tea in delicate small cups. Vivid crimson, yellow, and orange housecoats brightened the kitchen. The women sounded like a flock of lively parrots.
Next to the stove, Abuela worked her magic. She pinched off a bit of dough, rolled the soft masa into the size of a golf ball, and flattened the dough between her earth-colored hands. Quickly she threw the pancake-shaped masa onto a sizzling black pan.
The other women helped. Esperanza scrambled eggs, the vivid red housedress she wore fluttering over her round figure. Esperanza’s large gold hoop earrings bounced with every movement.
Coco stood in the far corner, one large embroidered rose peeking out of her simple rebozo. She cut the tortillas into thin strips to mix in with the eggs, chorizo, and cheese. “Oye, espera un momento. Tell me more about this niña who’ll save Ixtumea.”
“Here, let me finish.” The scrape of a metal chair dragged across the wooden floor and one of the women took over cooking the tortillas.
“Ay, where was I?” Lupe’s abuela asked as she settled down in one of the chairs. She wiped her hands on her apron, sealing in the roasted scent of tortillas.
“The prophecy. How does it go, again?”
“Oh, yes.” Abuelita took a deep breath. Then she began.
“She will come,
Descending through the sacred web,
To vanquish the great deceiver.
Many will be her name:
Savior,
Redeemer…”
“Cipriana, do we know this niña?”someone asked.
Lupe leaned down closer to the stair, curious to find out if her grandmother would reveal the name of the person. Wouldn’t it be a real hoot if it were someone she knew?
“Let me guess.” Esperanza turned off the stove. “She’s tall, thin, and has blonde hair.”
“You sound as bad as my Lupita. Nadie está contento con su suerte. Always dreaming the other side is better.” Her grandmother let out a  deep sigh. “If only she’d listen and take the earrings…”
“So she hasn’t taken them?” Coco asked. “Does she not know how importante they are?”
“You know the young.  Never listen.” Her grandmother let out another sigh.
“If I was her, I’d be dying to use them…wait, maybe, your Lupita is this niña!” Esperanza laughed so hard she snorted. “Wouldn’t that be something?”
Startled at hearing her name, Lupe leaned back against the wall. An old picture of her mother wearing those same earrings shifted above  her.
Lupe felt a strange foreboding. The tips of her ears burned. What was wrong with her?

She got up and went back to her room. Quietly she closed the door to block out the voices. A prickly sensation covered her body, along with a sick feeling, maybe Esperanza was right. She thought back to last night and her grandmother’s attempt to give her a pair of earrings, identical to the ones in all the pictures in their apartment. She’d started up again with the legend and refused to let Lupe leave the room. “No, this is muy importante,” she said. She talked about a web between the worlds fraying and the time of the fulfillment of the prophecy was now. How Lupe needed to be prepared.

Summer Teen Reading Party with Rebecca Ryals Russell

The Teen Reading Party continues! Welcome to my guest today, Rebecca Ryals Russell, fabulous author of the Seraphym Wars Series. Check it out:

Rebecca Ryals Russell
Looking for Adventure, Romance, Paranormal mysteries in a
Steampunk world filled with dragon-demons? The Seraphym Wars Series is what you
need.


Beginning with the Prequel: Prophecy, discover the origins
of the Prophecy and who is protecting it throughout the millennia until the
seven holy children, the Vigorios, are called into service.

In Odessa, Book One, follow Myrna Ashlin Watts as she
discovers who she is and why she was transported from Earth to Dracwald one
night following the horrific murder of her beloved brother by three teens with
red eyes. Fall in love with young orphaned Tien Nadia Sadayo who can speak with
animals and understand them in return. Or be amazed by Brigid Saulwen Heulog’s
ability to create weather on call as she rescues the Vigorios from one hazard
after another. Or maybe you’ll fall in love with handsome, copper-haired
mystery-man, Michael Clancy Branson, as he mentors Myrna while hiding a secret
that would destroy their mission. Perhaps you lean more toward the shaggy,
quiet Liam Fintanahuel Reilly who disappears on full moons but won’t tell
anyone why. If not, then muscular, dark-skinned Conall Sean Wyman might pull
your strings as he battles dragons determined to extract retribution for the
murder of his family. Or lastly, there’s seductive & secretive Bartholomew
who sets Myrna’s pulse racing whenever their paths cross.


Whichever character you fancy, you’ll love following their
journey through the monster-infested forests, swamps, seas and savannahs as
they struggle to survive while figuring out where they are headed and why. But
Narciss, Ruler of Tartarus, home of condemned souls, has other plans for these
teens and sends his three main henchmen, his Nefars, to locate them and kill
them after learning their secrets. However, the Nefars each have their own
agendas and quickly learn to watch their own backs in this dragon-eat-dragon
world of Dracwald.

The remaining three Vigorios appear in Harpies, Book Two.
Griffen Oisin Gilmore finds himself on a deserted beach far from his Outer Banks,
SC home on Earth where he lives with his single mother, after being struck by
lightning the night before. Led by a talkative little bird he begins a quest to
locate two more teens he’s never seen before and lead them safely to an island
he sees only in visions. Along the way angry, red-haired fire-bug Seth Tanguy
Vritra joins the team followed by sad empathathic, Mercy Neave Hubert, who left
home to live on the streets after her mother abandoned her. Together they
journey down the Longslo River with a Burrowing Elf who is driven to join their
quest. After hiring a strange boatman to guide them down the river Mercy begins
seeing a muscular brown dragon following them. And soon the adventure turns
dangerous until the group is focused more on survival than finishing their
journey.



Load your Kindle with these books available on Amazon from Rebecca Ryals Russell:

Here are the links and topics detailing where I’ll be all
month. Check them out and win PRIZES.
EXCERPTS AVAILABLE TO READ:
GIVEAWAY:
Comment on EACH of my
postings
(listed above with links) showing you read the posting. Commenters
will acquire ONE point per comment. At the end, fill out the form on my blog, Under the Hat.
The prize? This lovely
Phoenix medallion and a bag of swag including Odessa notepad, Seraphym Wars
pen, Mind the Signs bookmark, coverart Postcards for each book in both series
AND an eBook copy of my newest release: Harpies, Book Two Seraphym Wars Series.
Catch Rebecca at any of these links:
BIO:
Rebecca Ryals Russell writes MG
and YA Dark Fantasy while living with her family in a Victorian house on five
acres of North Florida countryside. She also runs a Vacation Rental Log House
on the property: Florida Black Bear
Cabin
.
She is a fourth generation
Floridian having lived all over the state. The daughter of an Elementary-school
principal and school secretary, she always knew she was bound for the classroom
and for fourteen years she taught Middle Grades, preferring English and
Creative Writing. She had several students’ works published in anthologies as
well as her own poetry, photography and stories.
Her main interests are her four
teenaged and young adult children and Irish hubby of many years. She enjoys spending
her time writing, drawing, going to movies, reading, discussing philosophy and
politics with her college-aged son.
Be sure to check out the special
interactive Middle Grade Reader website Tween
Word Quest
for tons of information about Stardust Warriors as well as the
other projects Rebecca has in the works and Under
the Hat
for all of her other works.

Summer Teen Reading Party & My Best Ever Giveaway

Ah, summer is in the air. School is ending. The heat is cranking. Time for the beach, the mountains, laying by the pool, cutting the grass.


And time for books! Enjoy this first-annual Summer Teen Reading Party blog hop designed just for summer reading. Snag some great reads at sale prices for your summer reading pleasure.


You must check out the home page for the Summer Teen Reading Party and hop your way around the blogs to enter great giveaways and download these fun reads to your e-reader.


And enter my giveaway here! This Giveaway will last the entire month of May! Lots of chances to win my best giveaway ever.


Have fun!

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