Wednesday, 27 May 2015

Ara by B.R. Eddy Book Blitz and Giveaway!


Ara
Release Date: Fall 2014
339 pages

Summary from Goodreads:
Ara Vertrees is an advisor to the King in Jimalia, a thriving island nation in the middle of a vast ocean. Her macaws are trained to fly home to the palace to repeat confidential information. When their messages become more and more troubling, she finds herself in the middle of a crisis she never expected. Ara's story is full of adventure, friendship, mystery, love and loss. Join Ara and her companions as they fight pirates, uncover deception, find love and fight for Jimalia.




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Excerpt:

She paused mid-sentence. Captain Upshaw and the mate seemed to focus off in the distance and an unease settled across the helm. Ara glanced over her shoulder in the direction of their attention and saw a schooner.
The vessel wasn’t very large, perhaps large enough for a crew of forty or fifty and equipped for short trips. It was beautiful, its size and sharply angled sails gave it a fleetness only a schooner could boast. It had appeared seemingly out of nowhere very close to the Prestige.
It was not unusual to see another vessel in these busy waters. Ara stole another quick glance at the captain, they were still eyeing it suspiciously. Now the helmsman had sweat on his brow with his eyes darting back and forth between Upshaw and Lowery, desperate for direction.
Beginning to feel very unsettled, Ara stepped closer to them and looked back at the ship. She couldn’t pick out what was so suspicious about it. The sails were bright white, the King’s flag snapped in the wind against the bright cloudless sky, sailors milled busily on deck. The name Undertow was painted brightly high on the hull.
She turned to them again, “Do you recognize it?”
Upshaw nodded, “Looks like the Wavebreaker. Pirates took her a few winters ago from the Larkman Company.”
“Captain?” Elliott stood aggressively as he saw the King’s flag slowly being lowered. Ara jumped, she had never seen him posture that way. Her heart leapt to her throat. Pirates? They couldn’t possibly dare challenging a ship like this.
Upshaw growled, “Hard to port. Man the guns. Passengers below.”
The helmsman twisted the wheel hard as Elliott bellowed out orders. At the same time, the sailor on watch shouted alarm and rang a bell loudly as he pointed. Terror set into her as she watched the black flag hoisted.
Women screamed, crew shouted as they manned guns, herded passengers and scurried up the rigging to respond to the helm. The great ship whipped around bravely. The captain had furious eyes. Livid that anyone would dare try to raise a challenge for the ship.
Ara darted down the staircase. She made straight for the stalls, Trekker was startled by the commotion and flew off into the sky.
She leaned up against Fellow’s stall door and reached over to touch his face. Unlike the other animals that were bucking and spinning and clearly disrupted by the uproar, Fellow looked around tensely, swiveling his ears at the noise.
Rivan rounded the corner, “Ara, what’s happening?”
She didn’t even notice how he called her by her first name, “Pirates are approaching us.”
A gun went off and the sound of it rocked her body with fear. She dropped to the deck trembling violently. This couldn’t possibly be happening. Surely the captain wouldn’t allow the ship to be boarded, surely they outmatched the other vessel, surely they wouldn’t be able to board a ship with forty guns, surely the pirates would realize their error and sail away.
Ara had never experienced fear like this before. In all her life she had control, confidence and influence. It was all happening so suddenly. “My birds!” She wailed like a child.
Rivan took her shoulders firmly and she looked up at him with tears in her eyes. His hands were steady and strong, his eyes clear and focused, “Let’s go.” He said simply. He heaved her up onto her feet just as pirates began climbing grappling lines they had thrown over the port rail. Prestige crew rushed up with axes to cut the lines but the first few arm lengths were made of chain.
Ara stopped breathing as she watched the pirates cut them down.
Blood splattered the deck.
Rivan jerked her arm and drew her away from the melee. He rushed her up the staircase towards her cabin. She got a hold of herself, got her feet under her and ran with him as she pulled out her key. She jammed the key in the door just as another gun went off. It wasn’t a ship’s gun, it was one of the fearsome Cinlandian hand guns that pirates were so feared for. Jimalians didn’t have the technology to make a cannon small enough to carry. A sword was no protection from a pirate with a hand held gun that he could point directly at you without having to maneuver an entire ship to do so.
She threw herself into her cabin and Rivan slammed the door behind them. She rushed over to the bird cages, trying to decide what to do. She decided that she had to let them fly. Hopefully they would manage to find their way back to Capital. If not… well… there was certainly no hope for them here.
She threw the window open and stepped up to Seven’s cage, they were on his route home and he had the best chance of gaining his bearings and leading the others back to Capital. He stepped up on her arm nicely but she lost his cooperation at the window and had to force him out as he shrieked in protest. With worry and regret in her heart she thrust them out one by one, willing them to fly home.
Tears streamed down her eyes, would she ever see them again? The door to her cabin was smashed open. She screamed deliriously and covered her ears. Rivan grabbed her shoulder and rushed them back outside. Gunshots were going off left and right. Fear coursed through her body. There was chaos and blood everywhere. Screaming and shouting filled her senses. Was this how it ended for her? She clung desperately to Rivan. Her instinct was to climb, but she didn’t dare leave Rivan. They darted across the waist and up the staircase towards the bow.

About the Author
My name is Brit and I was born and raised in Santa Cruz, California. My work with animals brought macaws into my life. They frightened me, moved me, hurt me, loved me and made me grow. I hope that my novel will help people understand these birds better! They are breathtaking and intelligent, but do not make good pets for most families. They require a lot of space and attention, can be very destructive and can easily outlive you. They can be incredible companions to the right people. Please keep all these things in mind when considering a macaw as a pet!"

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Tuesday, 26 May 2015

The Keys of the Watchmen by Kathleen C. Perrin Blog Tour and Giveaway!

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Welcome to the tour for the New Adult Historical Paranormal The Keys of the Watchmen by Kathleen C. Perrin. Check out the full schedule HERE
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The Keys of the Watchmen by Kathleen C. Perrin
 
Katelyn Michaels plans on hating every moment of her visit to Mont Saint Michel with her father’s new French wife. Once there, she is confused when she experiences sensations of déjà vu and hears voices as she and her younger brother explore the medieval village and abbey.
When the oddly-dressed but alluring Nicolas slips Katelyn a strange medallion, she is whisked back through time with him to the 15th century where her Watchmen hosts tell her she is the only hope to save Mont Saint Michel from the invading English armies. Even worse, she learns those armies are led by a fallen angel intent on learning the mount’s closely-guarded secret.
Katelyn is torn by feelings of anger at being taken back in time, inadequacy at finding a modern solution for a medieval problem, and responsibility for the mount’s starving inhabitants. She is also perturbed by her surprising attraction to the ill-tempered Nicolas. Will she stay to learn why she was chosen by the Archangel Michael and find a way to save his mount?


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IT WAS NEARLY MIDNIGHT. The tide was coming in, and it was dark moon.
Every man, woman and child on the Mont was in place. They were manning their stations on the ramparts, behind the gates, in the village streets, on the West Terrace. Everyone except Jean. His station was at home, in the bedchamber he now considered to be Katelyn’s. The bedchamber he’d shared with Marie so many years earlier.
His post was at Katelyn’s side. His assignment was to watch over Katelyn and to make the ultimate decision as to her fate. If the fever broke and it looked as if she would recover, then she would remain here to see the completion of the task she had started. At least for a few more days. It could not be much longer than that because even if the fever broke, there was still the matter of her broken ankle. But Jean knew how angry Katelyn would be if she were sent home before the battle she herself had planned was over. And Katelyn’s anger was becoming legendary on the mount.
However, if she hovered on the verge of death, then Jean had a decision to make. He knew that in Katelyn’s world, they could save her from the fever’s grasp. Make her completely whole again. When she had sustained the cuts during her escape from the Godon ship, she’d told him and Nicolas of the poisons that entered the body through broken skin and polluted the blood.
Then she had told them of the miraculous medicines in her time—antibiotics, she had called them—which destroyed the very poisons that were threatening to take away her life at this moment. She’d also spoken of machines, bigger than her magic boxes, which could take pictures inside the human body so that doctors could knit bones back together with metal pins. She’d told them of wondrous things, marvelous things, things of which Jean could only dream.
If only he could see Katelyn’s world, but it was too late now. He’d already made his decision. His body was tired and he wanted to go home to his maker . . . and home to Marie. And Michel. If they would accept him, that is. He thought of Michel, and of the dark truth he had kept buried for so long. The impossible choice he’d been forced to make. It was something he’d not told Katelyn or even Nicolas, because he had seen how the truth had destroyed Marie. How it had taken away her will to fight, her will to live. Her ability to support Jean in his calling.
“We are doomed,” she had said when years after Michel had died, he had finally told her the truth about their beloved son’s demise. “How can we fight against Abdon? He will always be stronger than us. It doesn’t matter who his host is. It will always be the same. I understand that you must be true to your calling, but I cannot do it, Jean. I cannot do it any longer. I will be his next victim, and that will kill you. So what is the point in pretending any longer? I will leave in the morning.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Compendium
Kathleen C. Perrin holds Bachelor’s degrees from Brigham Young University in French and Humanities, and graduated summa cum laude. She is a certified French-to-English translator. While completing her education, Kathleen met and married a dashing young Frenchman. They have spent years investigating the mysteries and beauties of his native country, and have a cottage in Brittany. For a ten-year period they took tourists to Mont Saint Michel, where she served as tour guide.
Kathleen has lived in Utah, New York City, France, and for eight years in French Polynesia. She has worked professionally as a language and music teacher, translator, interpreter and writer. She has published several non-fiction articles, academic papers, and a religious history about Tahiti.
Traveling and learning about new countries and cultures is a passion for Kathleen, but her latest passion is sharing the mysteries of France through her fiction.
The Perrins have three children, and currently reside in Utah.


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The Unraveling by Laurel Wanrow Cover Reveal and Giveaway!



Welcome to the cover reveal for The Unraveling, Volume One of The Luminated Threads by Laurel Wanrow! This is a steampunk fantasy romance with new adult-aged characters and themes. The Unraveling ebook is on preorder for a special preorder price of only .99 cents from Amazon! A print paperback edition also features this beautiful cover artwork by the talented Craig Shields, www.craigshields.co.uk.

The Unraveling releases June 23, 2015.

About the Book:

In 1868 England, the competition to control agriculture is fierce…

…and nobody says no to Derby’s industrial magnate.

Except Annmar Masterson. The nineteen-year-old rejects his improper advances and instead takes an advertising position on a farm. She discovers the isolated valley is home to gifted species—including animal and plant shifters—who hide their lives from the rest of England. The blue threads only she sees on their clockwork machinery prove her heritage is rooted with theirs, but their world is so different that Annmar doesn't know if she'll ever belong.

Shapeshifter Daeryn Darkcoat blames himself for the death of his mate and swears he won't be responsible for another pack. But when the farm he loves falls victim to an endless run of strange pests eating the crops, he joins the hunt, taking charge of an unruly team of predator shifters. In the midst of the battle, Annmar stirs feelings he can’t resist.

As Annmar becomes entangled in the fight against the pests, and with Daeryn, she discovers her magic might help…if she can learn to use it properly. If not, she’ll be forced to leave the people she has come to care for and become what she fears most: nothing more than another cog in the magnate’s gears.

THE UNRAVELING is a full-length novel, approximately 350 pages, for readers 18+ (new adult and older).

Please note: This is volume 1 of a three-part serialized novel. Volumes 2 & 3 will be published in 2015 to complete THE LUMINATED THREADS, a steampunk fantasy romance. To be notified of these releases, sign up for Laurel's Newsletter.

Preorder from Amazon for the special price of only .99 cents! 

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Laurel WanrowAbout the Author:
Laurel Wanrow loves misty mornings, the smell of freshly dug earth, petting long-haired guinea pigs and staring at the stars. She sees magic in nature and loves to photograph it.
Before kids, she studied and worked as a naturalist—someone who leads wildflower and other nature walks. During a stint of homeschooling, she turned her writing skills to fiction to share her love of the land, magical characters and fantastical settings.
When not living in her fantasy worlds, Laurel camps, hunts fossils and argues with her husband and two new adult kids over whose turn it is to clean house. Though they live on the East Coast, a cherished family cabin in the Colorado Rockies holds Laurel’s heart.
Visit her online at www.laurelwanrow.com.

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Monday, 25 May 2015

The Occasional Diamond Thief by J. A. McLachlan Blog Tour and Giveaway!


Welcome to the blog tour for The Occasional Diamond Thief. (isn't that an awesome title ;)) You can check out the full schedule HERE.

The Occasional Diamond Thief
Release Date: 05/15/15
EDGE Publishing

Summary from Goodreads:

What if you learned your father was a thief? Would you follow in his footsteps, learn his "trade"? If you were the only one who knew, would you keep his secret?
When 16-yr-old Kia is training to be a universal translator, she is co-opted into traveling as a translator to Malem. This is the last place in the universe that Kia wants to be—it’s the planet where her father caught the terrible illness that killed him—but it’s also where he got the magnificent diamond that only she knows about. Kia is convinced he stole it, as it is illegal for any off-worlder to possess a Malemese diamond.
Using her skill in languages – and another skill she picked up, the skill of picking locks - Kia unravels the secret of the mysterious gem and learns what she must do to set things right: return the diamond to its original owner.
But how will she find out who that is when no one can know that she, an off-worlder, has a Malemese diamond? Can she trust the new friends she’s made on Malem, especially handsome but mysterious 17-year-old Jumal, to help her? And will she solve the puzzle in time to save Agatha, the last person she would have expected to become her closest friend?
Kia is quirky, with an ironic sense of humor, and a loner. Her sidekick, Agatha, is hopeless in languages and naive to the point of idiocy in Kia's opinion, but possesses the wisdom and compassion Kia needs.



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EDGE Publishing has a Thank you Gift for anyone who buys the print version of the book.  If they send an email to events@hadespublications.com with their Amazon receipt, they will receive a copy of a short story that features Kia.


 Praise for The Occasional Diamond Thief by J. A. McLachlan

*** "J. A. McLachlan is a terrific writer -- wry and witty, with a keen eye
for detail. I've been following her work with interest and delight since
2003. In a world where young-adult fiction is booming, The Occasional
Diamond Thief propels McLachlan to the front of the pack." -- Robert J.
Sawyer, Hugo Award-winning author of FlashForward


"Flawless--The Occasional Diamond Thief was one of those rare stories
where I found myself hanging onto every word. McLachlan delivers a
fast-paced, unpredictable story with perfectly-executed twists.
Descriptions were succinct and epigrammatic with no room for boredom. It
felt so real, it was almost like being in the theater with a surprise
treat at the end. Much like the theater, once the credits have started to
roll and the crowd starts to thin, there was a snippet at the end that you
do not want to miss." -- BittenbyBooks.com

"Loved it! I haven't read a heroine I loved this much since Katniss
Everdeen. McLachlan's Kia is smart, tough and hilarious, and pairing her
with serene, forgiving Agatha left me laughing long after I finished the
story. The settings were vivid, the plot raced along, and the themes kept
me turning pages. McLachlan combines her love of science fiction, ethics
and good, old-fashioned storytelling in The Occasional Diamond Thief, and
the results couldn't be better. I loved every page." -- Amanda Darling,
Screenwriter

Guest Post:

Hello, I’m J. A. McLachlan, the author of The Occasional Diamond Thief. I’m so pleased to be meeting you, and I’d like to thank Natalie for having me here on Book Lover’s Life today. This blog tour is part of my online launch of The Occasional Diamond Thief, and I’ll have something different at each stop – book excerpts, author and character reveals, vlogs, reviews and blog posts – for you to enjoy. You can find The Occasional Diamond Thief in print:http://www.amazon.com/dp/1770530754/edgescienceficti
and in ebook form: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NF9NYJM
And you can find me at: http://www.janeannmclachlan.com
Guest Post: The Advice I Didn’t Want   
I have a couple of beta readers who are very tough on me. I don’t agree with everything they suggest, but most of it is spot on, and my novel is better for listening to them and making needed changes. It’s very hard to see the warts on your own story. You need an unbiased eye.
The advice I didn’t want to follow? The cover artist for The Occasional Diamond Thief send me three or four different covers. The one I liked had both main characters on the cover. I set up my three top choices for my launch team to comment and vote on, but I cheated a little. I had the cover artist add the real title etc. to the one I liked, so it looked finished and professional; but I had the artist just leave the words (title here) and (author here) on the other two covers. I loaded the dice, so to speak. Then I asked them to vote for their favorite.
One of the team members was one of my beta readers – she had already read the book and liked the same cover I liked, with both Kia and Agatha on it. We were both so excited to finally see the characters. But ALL the rest of the team, who had not read the book yet, liked this cover, with Kia in a sheet of blue hail. It was eye-catching, different, mysterious. It made them curious.
Nothing I could say swayed them. I set the whole thing up to listen to their advice and they weren’t telling what I wanted to hear. Finally, I realized that I would be selling this book to people who hadn’t read it yet. People like those in my launch team. So I took their advice and went with this cover. It was hard, but I’m so glad I did. Everyone who sees it likes it – I’ve had so many compliments on it.
I am determined, though, to use that cover with both characters on it for a future book about Kia and Agatha!

Short Story Excerpt:
(This excerpt is the beginning of a short story involving the MC of The Occasional Diamond Thief, Kia—it takes place immediately after The Occasional Diamond Thief.)
PART ONE
"You're different."
I take a bite of my chicken wrap, momentarily distracted by how good it tastes after four months of eating fish on Malem, and think about Jaro’s comment. If this was any other student at the College of Translators I would simply walk off. But this is Jaro, my friend. Which doesn’t mean I’m going to spill my guts to him about what happened on Malem.
I swallow, take a drink, and say, "Think I'll have trouble fitting in now?"
Jaro laughs. I feel ridiculously pleased. As if I ever did fit in, we’re both thinking, but I can joke about it now. To Jaro, anyway. I take another bite of my wrap to avoid ruining the moment by grinning.
"How's your Kandaran?"
I look at him, feeling my eyes narrow. Kandaran’s a sore spot with me. I’ve been working on that language for five months, and I’m still making stupid mistakes.
Jaro raises one eyebrow. “You know the Kandarans are hosting the Salarian nightgames this year, right?”
I focus on eating. “I’ve heard.”
He grins. “Looking forward to it?”
To hell with it, I think, ready to toss my earlier success and tell him where to stuff it as soon as I swallow my mouthful of tasteless chicken.
Jaro laughs, as though he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “No one knows Kandaran perfectly, Kia. Even the Kandaran’s can’t speak Kandaran.”
I’m familiar with the saying, but that’s no consolation. I hate translating before I feel I’ve got a language down perfect. I’m not crazy about going to the Salarian nightgames, either. Every five years the Salarians here on Seraffa open their gambling casino to the public, hoping to find new players. Their embassy is big enough for their regulars, who come on select dates by invitation only, but it’s not large enough to host an open house. The Kandarans are the only ones willing to rent them space, despite the huge payment they offer, so that’s where it’s held.
Of course, they need a duneful of translators. So half the students in my Kandaran class were signed up—the half who aren’t failing yet—as student translators for the event. No choice. We don’t make moral judgements, we just translate, our Kandaran teacher told us—which is about as strong a condemnation as you’ll ever hear from a translator.
“I have to go,” I mutter.
“Yeah, I’m going, too,” he says cheerfully.
I choke on the last of my chicken and have to grab my drink. “What do you mean you’re going? You don’t know Kandaran.”
“Maybe you want to rephrase that?”
There’s a reason Jaro’s popular and I’m not, I remind myself, as I try for a more diplomatic response. “You’re an asset anywhere, Jaro.” It’s true. Jaro’s social skills are a huge advantage to a translator. He has an intuitive understanding of people that crosses cultures and smooths away minor verbal misunderstandings. “But I’m surprised you’re going when you haven’t studied Kandaran.”
“Much better,” Jaro says.
“So why are you going?” I snap. When it comes to Kandarans and Salarians, there are no minor misunderstandings.
“I’ll be translating for the Coralese, the Edoans and everyone else wanting to risk their futures to line the Salarian gambling house with riches. If I get into any trouble, you can protect me. You’re taking that self-defence course, aren’t you?” Jaro isn’t a big guy but he’s fit, solid muscle, and even at average height, he towers over me. He’s smiling, though, and no one can resist Jaro’s smile. “We can get out back-to-back if we need to.”
I have to laugh at the image of us fighting our way out of the Kandaran embassy back-to-back. “Back-to-knees,” I correct him.
“I’d rather you had half my back than anyone else had all of it,” he says. Then, as I feel my face heating up, he adds, “you worries much. What possible go wrong?” in broken Kandaran.
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The Kandaran embassy is as big as the Newtarion embassy, the two largest embassies on my home planet, Seraffa. By comparison, however, it’s almost shabby with its dull clay bricks, its unimaginative square design and minimal number of windows. Two burly Kandaran guards stand at the open door. They look at Jaro and me in our student translator’s uniforms like they’re disappointed and scan the guests arriving behind us hopefully. I assume they’re looking for someone who might be trouble.
I get a bad feeling just walking up to the door. I’ve met guards like these before, and there’ll be more Kandarans inside, a race in whose language fighting and breathing are homonyms.  Add to that the Salarians, as subtle as snakes and the most easily offended people in the galaxy. We’re expected to translate for them while our teachers circulate, watching and, more than likely, deciding right here whether to pass or fail us this semester. If I could, I’d turn and leave now. I almost envy my older brother and sister, both traders piloting our family ship, the Homestar. They don’t have to worry about a misplaced phoneme ending their career. You can see an asteroid coming, and dodge.   
Jaro smiles at the door guards. “Embassy beautiful,” he says, his Kandaran grammar as terrible as his accent. Their rough faces crease into welcoming smiles, as though mangling their language is a compliment. It probably is, and Jaro more than likely did it intentionally; he’s had plenty of time, and the talent, to get two words right even if he doesn’t speak the language.
There’s no air conditioning inside—Kandarans come from an even hotter world than Seraffa—which explains the open doors. Immediately, we’re in a huge open room—no foyer, no set of second doors, and no inside guards. There isn’t a Kandaran alive, male or female, who would admit to needing a guard to defend him- or herself.
There aren’t any Salarian guards, either, just the dealers and operators standing by their comps or tables, and those who are here as hostesses, greeting and evaluating their guests. The small, compact female Salarians believe that death is fated: if they didn’t see it coming in time to prevent it, it’s a justified culling.
I think I’m prepared for anything until I see the huge screen in the middle of the floor. Two young Salarians are standing on a ledge above a glass tub of water. The girls are naked and sweating and dirty—desert girls probably, who figured signing their waivers gave them a better chance of survival than death by dehydration. They’ve probably never seen so much precious water as this tub holds in all their lives. Of course, they’re not really here, they’re back on Salaria—even with waivers we’d never permit this on Seraffa—but the image is real-time. The girls stare into the screen looking as tough as two starving teenagers can make themselves look, while the raucous betting, both on Salaria and here in front of the screen, escalates. One of them snarls, thin-lipped, into the camera, trying to get her sponsor more bets; the other looks at us, her green eyes filled with silent contempt. She’s the one I’d bet on.
I look away, sickened by my thought, as they step off the ledge into the deep tub of water. Will they try to drown each other? Unless they drown together, one of them will be pulled out when the other dies, and win enough money to stake her in a position for life. That’s one way to survive. Both of them can survive if they manage to stay afloat all evening.  Five hours—that’s how long they have to last, girls who have never stepped foot in water before. There’s a bonus for them if they last that long, because the betting keeps going on all night. I know all this from the special lecture those of us who’d be coming as student translators had to attend—but it’s different actually seeing it, knowing it’s happening right now. And there’s no way I’ll be able to escape it. The screen is four-sided, visible everywhere in the room.

… to be continued soon on: www.elsieelmore.com

About the Author
J. A. McLachlan was born in Toronto, Canada. She is the author of a short story collection, CONNECTIONS, and two College textbooks on Professional Ethics. But speculative fiction is her first love, a genre she has been reading all her life, and The Occasional Diamond Thief is her second in that genre, a young adult science fiction novel, published by EDGE Science Fiction and Fantasy Publishing. After over a decade as a college teacher, she is happy to work from home as a full-time author now.

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