Book Promo Featre–Fire Mage by Trudi Jaye

YAPC would like to welcome Trudi Jaye to the blog today. She is here to share some info and an excerpt of her book Fire Mage. If this looks like something you would be interested in, please go buy a copy! It is only 99 cents for a limited time!

Book Description:

Fire MageIn a land of strange beasts, haunted forests and fiery magic the Fire Mage is a legend no one believes in any more.

Especially not Jena, an orphaned ex-slave who’s finally found a safe haven with her master and mentor, the Great Mage Thornal. When royal assassins murder Thornal while trying to steal his powerful Book of Spells, Jena vows revenge on the man responsible—Prince Lothar, the next king of Ignisia.

It’s a dangerous quest that will likely mean her life, but Jena has help in the form of her master’s familiar, an enormous raven, and also her own—completely forbidden—mage skills. If she can keep her secrets hidden, she might just get close enough to Lothar to obtain justice for Thornal’s death.

Meanwhile failed mage Nate is a salt collector in the notoriously dangerous volcano mines, using his unique ability to call demons to keep himself alive. He emerges from his latest run to find everyone at the outpost dead, and royal assassins waiting to finish him off. He barely escapes with his life, but his elation is short-lived—Prince Lothar is convinced Nate is a threat to his claim to the Flame Throne of Ignisia, and will stop at nothing to eliminate him.

When Nate and Jena meet, they’re literally heading in different directions. But destiny—and the prophecies of the last Fire Mage—throws them onto the same path. They must work together if they are to save the kingdom—and themselves—from the machinations of a ruthless royal prince.

Two unlikely heroes, one unscrupulous prince, and a swathe of dark and mysterious beasts—who will survive this encounter?

Buy Fire Mage:



Jena felt as if someone had reached inside her body and wrenched out her heart. Bright sparks of pain lanced through her insides, and she cried out. Beside her, the first Hashishin drew in a startled breath.
Something heavy settled around Jena’s shoulders and in the pit of her stomach. Waves of pain crawled up and down her body. She sucked in air with short, panicked gasps, as light flashed in front of her eyes. A sound like rushing water filled her ears, and for a moment, she forgot where she was. The world became nothing more than a terrible overwhelming pain that she couldn’t control.
Falling, flying, upside down, and right side up. She was everything and nothing, white and black, every color all at once; she was inside the dark room of the cottage, and she was flying in the skies above; she was smaller than a speck of dust, and bigger than the world.
Jena opened her mouth to scream, and no sound came out.
Then, just as suddenly, she was back. She felt a hundred pounds heavier, and her vision was strange. Everything was brighter in the room, and she saw even more of the detail around her. The pain was still there, but muted and under control. She could again focus on what was happening outside her head. The knife pricking at her skin hurt, and Thornal was still sitting just across from her. He watched her closely, and when she sucked in a deep breath, some of the tension in his face relaxed. He even sent her a quick smile.
Jena breathed in and out, trying to still the pounding of her heart. There was a new tightness in her chest, but she was able to draw in another deep breath and stay calm. She needed to concentrate on their attackers. They might be trained Flame Hashishin, raised from birth to kill and to withstand most mage spells, but her master was Thornal, the most powerful mage in the kingdom. He was the Guardian of the Book of Spells, and he wouldn’t be easily killed.
“There is your book, Hashishin. Your master will not be pleased that you allowed me to destroy it,” Thornal spoke in a soft voice, almost a whisper.
Jena heard him as clearly as if he spoke directly into her ear. What was he doing?
“Your assistant seems to understand what a mistake that was, mage. If it really was the book?” The Hashishin’s voice was flat and calm as he dug his knife deeper into Thornal’s neck. Thornal grunted in pain and blood spurted below the knife. The large red jewel at the base of the hilt glinted in the firelight.
“You have failed in your mission.” There was a small smile on Thornal’s face, but it worried Jena rather than relieved her to see it. The face of the Hashishin holding her master hostage was impassive, but there was something about the way he held his mouth that said he knew Thornal was right.
The hairs on the back of Jena’s neck stood on end.
Thornal coughed, and more blood pumped out of the wound on his neck. Again, Jena struggled against the man behind her; the knife at her own throat pressed harder against her skin. She stilled, unable to bear the feeling of sharp steel against her raw uneven burns.
“You lie, old man. You would never destroy the Book of Spells. You are the Guardian, bound by your oath. Tell me where it is or the girl dies.” The Hashishin’s voice was neutral, his training ensuring he didn’t panic, or at least let his panic show.
Silently Jena prayed for them. She prayed to the Flames as she had never prayed before, not even in the darkest moments of her life; not even when she had to endure the raw festering burns that had covered a quarter of her upper body. That pain seemed like nothing now, when Thornal’s life was at stake.
The muted throbbing that still coursed through her body danced alongside the fear that was rising from her churning stomach. She stared without blinking at Thornal, but he didn’t look at her. He was concentrating on the Hashishin.
“I would never lie,” said Thornal. “I have burned the Book of Spells, so your master will never have it. I would rather break my oath and see it gone than in his hands.”
He grunted as the knife was thrust deeper into his neck.
Jena gasped, pushing forward off her chair. The arm jerked her back down, and the knife pierced her skin, drawing blood. The sharp pinpoint of pain focused her mind, and in that moment, she realized they were in trouble. Her vision blurred as tears threatened to fall. She frowned and pushed them back, making herself focus on what was happening around her. She had to find a way to save them both.
“This is your last chance, old man. Where is the Book? Your lives depend upon it.” The assassin’s voice shook and Jena stopped breathing. The break in the Hashishin’s emotionless mask was more terrifying than any of the physical threats were.
Thornal motioned his eyes toward her, his lips forming a word. Talk.
“He does not lie,” she said abruptly, trying to understand what Thornal was doing. “It’s an old mage tradition. It makes them stronger if they never lie; their power is enhanced by the very act of truth. It cancels out the excess emotion, the one thing that all mages strive to avoid. Excess emotion destroys a good spell, as they say.” Jena heard her voice as if from a distance, the higher pitch making it sound like someone else talking.
She watched as Thornal whispered a spell under the cover of her voice. It was a simple spell, but cast by a powerful mage.
The hands of the Hashishin behind her fell slack and became nothing more than smoke and dust. Even before he was fully gone, Jena surged out of her chair toward the other Hashishin, grabbing the fire poker next to her chair as she went.
The remaining Hashishin gave a grunt of surprise as the knife he was holding turned to smoke and ash. The spell sped through his body, turning him to dust as well. He tried to jerk his second knife, hidden in his sleeve, toward Thornal. It turned to a dirty powder before it left his hand. Jena’s poker smashed through dust, throwing the particles harmlessly around the room.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Thornal had done it. He had saved them.
As he stood up from his chair, she turned to Thornal—smiling to show she knew he’d been in command the whole time—and felt the brush of steel fly past her arm. The knife from a third Hashishin hit Thornal in the chest with a solid thud. Thornal crumpled to the floor without a sound, the knife hilt standing grotesquely to attention in the middle of his torso.
Jena screamed, taking a step toward Thornal before turning toward his attacker who stood frozen beside the entrance to the room. With a blast of anger and pain surging through her body, she uttered the first spell that came to her head, a feral fireball spell from deep in the Book of Spells. It shouldn’t have worked; she wasn’t in control of her emotions, and she hadn’t grabbed enough earth’s energy. But she was flying on instinct, and she flicked her arms toward the Hashishin before she even thought it through. A painfully white ball of flames came flying out through her fingertips. Heat burned through her and surged into the body of the third assassin.
The Hashishin crumpled to the floor, dead before he hit the ground.


About the Author: Trudi Jaye lives in Auckland, New Zealand, in a secluded haven amongst the trees with her Trudi Jayelovely husband and cheeky young daughter. Trudi enjoys yoga, although she’s not very bendy, and karate, although she doesn’t like the idea of hitting anyone.

For the last ten years she’s been a magazine writer and editor, most recently writing about innovative and cutting-edge research. It’s a great place to get ideas for her books!

Connect with Trudi:

Website * Twitter * Facebook * Pinterest

Book Promo Feature–M.I.N.D. by Elissa Harris

YAPC would like to welcome Elissa Harris to the blog today. She is here to share some info and an excerpt of her book M.I.N.D. If this looks like something you would enjoy reading, please go pick up a copy!

Book Description:

Imagine skydiving or bungee jumping or snowboarding off a glacier, and you never have to leave your room. Imagine hooking up with the crush-of-your-life, and you never even have to put on lip gloss. Sixteen-year-old Cassie Stewart can project her mind into other people, and she does it at will. She sees what they see, feels what they feel, but she can’t read their thoughts. It’s a wild ride, but harmless. Or so she thinks. Sure, hanging out in someone else’s body might be a trip, but what if you can’t get back to yourself? What if the body you’re trapped in is committing murder — and the person he’s murdering is you?

Buy M.I.N.D.:

Amazon * Kobo * iTunes * Indiebound



Something is wrong with Mrs. Snyder, and I’m not talking about a few cracked ribs. According to her last email, my social studies paper is due any minute now, which is totally nonsensical, since she won’t be back at school for at least another week. Plus, why do we have to write this stupid essay anyway? We’re not going to Hartford after all, and wasn’t that the point? If it’s supposed to be about our impressions, shouldn’t we, like, be there?

Even if I were inclined to work on it, which I’m not, I can’t concentrate. I look around. Only a handful of kids were rounded up in the sweeps. Brendan isn’t among them. At the table in front of me, Zack and Stephanie are sitting so close together they could be sharing deodorant.

How can I focus when the back of Zack’s head is taunting me with its extreme adorableness? Even his ears are adorable. I write in my notebook, “Zack heart Cassie.” Yeah, right. Not in this life. I put down my pen.

How dumb is sweeps anyway? If you’re found in the hallway after the bell, you get to miss first period. And the problem is…?

I glance at the poster on the wall. On it are the rules for hallway offenders:

1. No talking. (Who would I to talk to, Zack? Just saunter over there, la-la-la, all nonchalant? What would I say to him? So how’ve you been, and by the way, why are you with that skank?)

2. No eating or drinking. (Ridiculous. Is this not a cafeteria? Just thinking about food makes my stomach growl. Hopefully no one hears. I probably shouldn’t have skipped breakfast, but I wasn’t in the mood for scrambled tofu. There’s a Hershey bar in my backpack. I could sneak my hand in, pull out the bar, chew it softly… Not a good plan. The foil would sound all crackly, like at the movies. Funny how I always end up sitting next to someone unwrapping something complicated.)

3. No cell phones, laptops, or tablets. (More ridiculousness. No laptop? How am I supposed to do any work? No snickering, please.)

4. No reading other than school material. (Forget Cosmo.)

5. No chair rocking. (Huh?)

6. No sleeping. (After the first five rules, this one’s hard.)

Since there’s nothing else to do, I try to work on my essay, but I’m having a brain drain. How can I write about the Connecticut government without the Internet? (See Rule #3.) I raise my hand. Mr. Greene is busy fiddling with his phone, so I clear my throat. Obviously, Rule #3 doesn’t apply to vice principals.

He looks up. “Yes?”

“Can I go to the library?”

He stares at me like my nose is a pimple. Stephanie snorts, and Zack twists his head all the way around like he’s possessed by a demon. I feel my neck redden. Apparently it was a dumb idea. Can you tell this is my first time in sweeps?

Stephanie whispers something in Zack’s ear. He laughs and whispers back. “Stop it,” she says in a voice that says the opposite. She’s so obvious she could be a billboard.

Mr. Greene glares at her. “One more time, and I’m sending you to the principal.” He lowers his head and goes back to his fiddling.

A moment later, Mrs. Cramdon from the office comes into the cafeteria and hands him a note. Mr. Greene frowns and takes off his glasses. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Cassie, you’re in charge.”

What? Why me? Is my middle name Snitch? As he’s leaving, Zack makes a gun with his fist, aims at him, and shoots. Then I hear a rumbling. This time it’s his stomach, and it’s really loud. Stephanie giggles.

Maybe I should offer him my chocolate bar. It would be the perfect excuse for me to go over there and talk to him, except for three things:

1. See Rule #1 for hallway offenders. Except who would report me? Me?

2. I’m a coward.

3. His hand is on Stephanie’s knee. Obviously it’s not chocolate he’s hankering for.

She turns around and gives me a long, smug look, like she knows I like him. Oh, God. If she knows, does Zack know?

Her eyes don’t leave my face as she grabs his head and smacks her lips to his, and the next thing I know they’re kissing like they’re trying to crawl into each other’s mouths. He gropes at her waist; she closes her eyes. My wounded heart can’t take it, so I close my eyes too, and as much as I despise her, as much as I fervently wish that a house will fly by and land on her overly hormoned body, at that moment there’s no other person in the world I’d rather be.

The scent of lilac swirls around me.

This time I’m ready for it. This time, despite my aching heart, despite my supreme jealousy, not only am I not terrified, I’m thinking, Yeah, baby, bring it on!

Zack probes his tongue deeper, so deep I fear for her tonsils. I can’t believe it’s finally happening. Not just me and Zack kissing, but me kissing, period. It’s true, I admit it. I’ve never been kissed, I’m embarrassed to say. I’m totally jazzed that he’s my first tongue. Too bad it’s really Stephanie he’s kissing.

Except his lips feel limp, like she’s kissing cream cheese. Plus, he tastes like sour milk and she’s trying not to gag. “Oh, Zack,” she purrs, her mouth glued to his. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” She’s saying the words, but her throat feels constricted. He reaches under her T, his hand cold and clammy as it inches its way up, sliding under her bra. His free hand glides down her painted-on jeans. She moans, except it feels forced, like she’s trying to swallow a hiccup. She grabs his neck and pulls him practically on top of her, right there on the chair.

No way, I’m thinking. How much farther can they go? What about decorum? What about Rule #5?

She freezes.

Seriously? If I’m supposed to feel everything she feels, could she at least not feel like a zombie? Maybe hearing bells is a little optimistic, but where are the tingles? Where’s the heat that’s supposed to course through your veins? Why isn’t her heart bursting through her ribcage? Were all those romance novels lying?

He squeezes her left boob and she gets an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. It’s like I’m seven years old again and I’m playing doctor with Jordan Weatherfield. Then suddenly I hear a whoosh! and the door swings open. Zack bounces off Stephanie faster than a trampoline gymnast. She smooths down her shirt, but Mr. Greene isn’t looking at either of them. He’s too busy stalking over to my table where I’m out cold, head in my hands. Everyone is staring at me, waiting to see what happens next.

I need to get back to my body pronto, but I don’t know how this works. What did I do the last two times? I remember wanting to get out, but that can’t be all there is to it. Can it? I concentrate as hard as I can, but nothing happens.

Oh. My. God. What if I’m stuck in Skankville forever?

“Rule Number Six,” Mr. Greene says, tapping my shoulder. “No sleeping allowed.”

Stephanie pulls out her lipstick and puckers her mouth, and all at once, as quick as one of her fake-passion hiccups, I’m back in myself.

All right! Except I’m busted again, and there’s a tsunami in my head.

“I want a five-hundred-word essay on why you shouldn’t break the rules,” Mr. Greene says, “and I want it on my desk tomorrow morning.”

Great. On top of my regular homework, my social studies paper, and that psychology presentation I have to make next Monday but still have no clue what to do it on, now this. I have a life, you know. Okay, not really, but how am I supposed to get one with all this work? Seriously, I get penalized for literally doing nothing while Casanova and the skank get off scot-free. Where’s the justice in that?


About the Author: Originally from Montreal, Canada, Elissa has been a donut maker, a librarian, a programmer Elissa Harrisand an editor — but always a writer. When not obsessing over commas and clauses, Elissa enjoys binge-watching, people-watching, photography and bluegrass. She now lives in Arizona, where she continues to suffer from an overactive imagination.

Connect with Elissa:

Website * Goodreads * Facebook * Instagram

Book Promo Feature–Legacy by Hugo Jackson

YAPC would like to welcome Hugo Jackson to the blog today. He is here to share some info and an excerpt of his book Legacy. If this looks like a book you would enjoy reading, please go buy a copy! It’s 99 cents until the end of October!

Book Description:

LegacyHer power is unmeasured. Her abilities untested. Her destiny inescapable.

Faria Phiraco is a resonator, a manipulator of the elements via rare crystals. It is an extraordinary and secret power which she and her father, the Emperor of Xayall, guard with their lives.

The Dhraka, malicious red-scaled dragons, have discovered an ancient artefact; a mysterious relic from the mythical, aeons-lost city of Nazreal. With their plan already set in motion, they besiege Xayall, pummelling the city to find Faria and rip more of Nazreal’s secrets from her.

When her father goes missing, Faria has to rely on her own strength to brave the world that attacks her at every turn. Friends and guardians rally by her to help save her father and reveal the mysteries of the ruined city, while the dark legacy of an ancient cataclysm wraps its claws around her fate… and her past. She soon realises that this is not the beginning, nor anywhere near the end. A titanic war spanning thousands of years unfolds around her, one that could yet cost the lives of everyone on Eeres.

Legacy is character-driven epic fantasy action forged in an exciting and intricate plot that reaches deep into the Resonance world’s history.

Buy Legacy:

Amazon * B&N


Restlessness had plagued her all evening. Unpleasant thoughts about her father, Nazreal and the Dhraka swirled through her mind. His staff, although resting across the room, buzzed with an energy that forbade her to relax. She looked at it accusingly, studied it for a minute or so, then pulled on her cloak and marched out to the gardens.
The stave held a beautiful blue-green hue in the moonlight. She turned it over in her hand and watched the light play through the crystal winding along the haft.
Standing in the same spot as earlier, Faria took a deep breath and readied herself, the staff pulsing in her hand. She held it aloft and, as she had that afternoon, tried to draw water out of the air to the staff’s tip. Instantly, far quicker than before, a light spiralled up the shaft’s crystal web and burst into the spearhead above her. A cloud of mist appeared and shrank back to the tip; milliseconds later an orb of water quivered over the end of the staff, still growing as more mist swirled into it. Able to ignore for now the creeping burn in her hands, she watched in awe as a power she never thought she could wield coursed through the weapon. The waves of tingling heat intensified, running through her veins in hot stabs.
She pointed the stave towards a tree, the ball of water becoming so big that it could hardly support its own weight, rippling and quaking. With another shift of her fingers and pulse of energy the ball froze instantly around the staff’s head. Suddenly it became too heavy for her and she dropped it forwards, hitting the grass with a dull thud. She couldn’t lift it up. Instead, she grabbed the haft with both hands and sent a small, sustained energy through it that heated the crystal and melted the ice around it, letting it slip free.
She observed the frozen ball with a mild sense of accomplishment, albeit veiled by new frustrations that she still lacked the control her father had. The pain in her hands wouldn’t subside– it felt as though someone was plucking her fur with red-hot tweezers. She dropped the staff and loosened her gloves, massaging her hands while holding them to the cool night air to try and calm the prickling burn. As she blew on her palms, she sensed something in the darkness behind her.
She jumped round. “Who’s there?”
A familiar shadow emerged from under the tree. “It’s me, Your Highness,” Bayer said, wearing his armour as comfortably as if he slept in it.
She turned away and gave a silent, impatient sigh, picking up her staff. She held her hands to the ball of ice to see if that was a more effective treatment for the resonance’s feedback. It wasn’t.
“Well, at least I know I can use it,” Faria said idly, tapping the staff against the ice.
Bayer was silent. Her frustration at his presence knotted in her stomach.
“Did you want something?” she asked, feeling impertinent.
Bayer bowed his head. “It’s my duty to protect you, Your Imperial Highness. I was concerned when I saw you heading outside.”
She folded her arms. For her to be wandering around by herself at night with no guard given her father’s worries was, admittedly, a little irresponsible. Although irritated by his common sense, she was grateful for his protection. “Yes, well… thank you. But I’m all right.”
“Are you sure? It’s not like you to be awake this late, Your Highness,” he said softly.
It wasn’t true – Faria often didn’t sleep at night. She would just read or talk with her father instead of wandering around outside by herself. She sighed. “I know. I’m just… I’ve never seen Father look so worried.”
“He has great concerns about Nazreal. All of Eeres is unsettled by it.”
“Yes, but…” She knew that. This time there was something different. It had scared her to the core. The deep, almost infinite apprehension in her father’s eyes…
She shook her head to try and rid herself of her doubts. Drawing a tired hand over her ears, she looked into the sky wistfully. “Xayall’s never the same without him. I hate having to make these decisions by myself. I’m worried I’ll do something wrong.” There had never been such a long stretch of time where he wasn’t present at the daily government meetings. He and the Councillors made the major decisions and she was always there to watch their recommendations, but, for the moment at least, she was now the higher authority they would report to. Holding the reins of an entire sovereign wasn’t a role she enjoyed. She likened it to driving a heavy Theriasaur down a gravelled slope.
Bayer looked up at the Tor. “Your Highness shouldn’t worry about the city. For the most part it governs itself.”
She didn’t listen. “And then the Dhrakans… I know they’re aggressive, but do you think Father’s right? Would they really try attacking us?”
There was a tense pause. The night’s heavy air pressed in around them.
“You will be protected, Your Highness.”
She looked uneasily to the grass. “I see…”


About the Author:Hugo lives in Raleigh, North Carolina. He was born in Chichester, UK, and lived there until theHugo Jackson age of 26, moving to the USA to live with his wife.

Along with writing, Hugo has a passion for stage acting, voice acting, stage combat, and anime. He has performed in several professional theatre productions, as well as a few documentaries, and was an extra in The Young Victoria. Intermittently he has led stage combat workshops for the Chichester Festival Youth Theatre, Chichester College and The Point Youth Theatre in Eastleigh.

He constructs his own anime, fandom, and Steampunk costumes and regularly attends any conventions he can.

Connect with Hugo:

Website * Facebook * Twitter 

Book Promo Feature–Evangeline and the Alchemist by Madeleine D’Este

YAPC would like to welcome Madeleine D’Este to the blog today. She is here to share an except and some info about her book Evangeline and the Alchemist. If this looks like something you would enjoy, please go get a copy for two!

Book Description:

Evangeline and the AlchemistCream cakes and inventions. Fake gold and kung-fu. Meet Evangeline.

In 1882, “Marvellous” Melbourne was flush with gold-rush cash and the British Empire’s second biggest city.

Evangeline, a seventeen year old reformed urchin and acrobat, is settling into a new comfortable life in Melbourne with her long lost father, Professor Caldicott. But learning to be a lady is awfully dull. Then one day, the police arrive, seeking the Professor’s expertise in catching an Alchemist.

Is this a chance for Evangeline to test out her new invention and save the day? With regular breaks for tea and cream buns, of course.

Evangeline & the Alchemist is a steampunk mystery-adventure novella and the first in The Antics of Evangeline series.

Buy Evangeline and the Alchemist:

Amazon * B&N * Kobo * iTunes


Chapter 1

It all started with a rat-a-tat-tat on the Professor’s laboratory-workshop door. Evangeline and the Professor looked up from their inventing to see Miss Plockton in the doorway.

“Chief Inspector Pensnett ta see you, sir?” she said.

Evangeline perked up on her stool. A policeman here at 56 Collins Street? Something exciting was surely about to happen.

“Ah, yes. I plum forgot.”

Evangeline’s father stopped adjusting his new, improved auto-chariot and walked over to the wooden bench, placing his trusty brass screwdriver with the ivory handle down beside neat stacks of brass cogs, wheels and pins. Her father, Professor Montague Caldicott, the pre-eminent horological-engineer in all the Colonies, smoothed down his humongous moustache with his real hand.

“Your lesson is over for today, m’dear. Follow Miss Plockton upstairs and continue with your embroidery.”

“But Father…” Evangeline groaned. “I could be of some assistance.”

“Police matters are not for the ears of impressionable young ladies. All those dead bodies and smugglers and swarthy criminals. Far too sordid.”

“I never get to do anything interesting,” Evangeline grumbled as she stowed away her rosewood-handled screwdriver in the pocket of her dress, along with a handful of brass pins. The smaller and more delicate screwdriver was a recent gift from her father, an encouragement to pursue her own inventions.

Evangeline’s plain bottle-green day dress, buttoned to the neck, was not the latest fashion but it was better than she had ever imagined in her previous life on the grey foggy streets of London, when her toes poked through holes in her boots. Cold was something she had yet to worry about since she arrived three months ago on the dirigible from Singapore. She wondered whether Melbourne could be anything less than sweltering.

“Out. Out.”

The Professor shooed Evangeline and Miss Plockton from the laboratory-workshop, before carefully locking the door behind him.

There was a time when a visit from the police would have frightened Evangeline. She would have hurried to hide her loot, but not today. Today she was a reformed character, setting aside her urchin ways and learning to be a proper young lady. But being good all the time was a bit dull.


About the Author: Growing up in Tasmania, Madeleine now lives in inner city Melbourne surrounded by books. Madeleine D'EsteAfter studying law (and never practising) and travelling the world, Madeleine now lives a double life, immersed in the corporate world by day and writing female-led science fiction by night.

When not writing, Madeleine enjoys podcasts, knitting, forteana, indie films, kettle bells and long blacks.

Connect with Madeleine:

Website * Twitter * Goodreads

Book Promo Feature–Unexpected Rewards by Jane McGarry

YAPC would like to welcome back Jane McGarry to the blog. She is here to share some info and an excerpt of her latest release Unexpected Rewards. If this looks like something you would like to enjoy, please go get a copy!

Book Description:

Unexpected RewardsOlivia Davenport is looking forward to her future. After all, Prince Liam has professed his love and King William has promised her a reward for her role on a recent mission. She fully expects to continue her knightly training while enjoying a blossoming romance with her Prince. The King, however, has other ideas, appointing her as a lady-in-waiting to Queen Helen.

Thrust into unfamiliar territory and left to fend against the malicious women of court, Olivia feels awkward and confused. With the help of her new friend, Kat, and her sister, Anne, she tries to find her footing among the courtiers, their protocol, and the added complication of Jocelyn Crawford, a lady who has her eyes set on becoming Liam’s bride.

When, a disturbing prophecy puts the safety of the King in question, fear spreads through kingdom. Intrigue abounds at the palace with an enigmatic witch and a strict Friar at the center of the controversy. Olivia must use her training and instincts to unravel what is truly going on in order to protect the King. Through it all, she questions if she will ever be able to fit into Liam’s life and if, in the end, their love can prevail.

Buy Unexpected Rewards:

Amazon * B&N * Kobo * Smashwords


“Excuse me, Sir Davenport, Lady Davenport,” says a voice, and suddenly Liam stands beside us. “But I would very much like to have a dance with your daughter.”

“Of course, Your Highness,” Mother replies in awe, dipping into a curtsey.

My acknowledgement is a much stiffer bow of the head. The moments with my family had briefly smothered my worry, but now it hurtles back full force. He takes my hand and I follow him onto the floor, silently praying my knees don’t give out from the terror that rises in me like the tide. One hand fits on the small of my back, the other grasps mine. His palms are uncharacteristically sweaty.

Something is definitely wrong.

I look into his beautiful, blue eyes. They swim with misery. Now that I am going to find out the reason, I am not sure I want to anymore.

He clears his throat. “I didn’t want to have to tell you in public, but I can’t let the night pass and deceive you.”

Not good.

At my silence, he continues, “Somehow Jocelyn has influenced my father. He wants me to court her, to give her a fair chance, because he considers her a more suitable match.”

There she sits now, right next to King William, her usual smug expression in place. Our monarch absently surveys the room. The monarch I saved—who praised me for it—stabs me in the back without a second thought. I should have left him to die in that escape tunnel.

“And what do you think of that?” I ask pointedly.

“Naturally, I protested…abundantly, but…” He stops, won’t meet my eyes.

But? But cannot be good. But can only be disastrous.

I stop moving and we stand looking at each other like mannequins while
couples rotate around us.

“But what?” I whisper, the cacophony of music and chatter turning into an otherworldly buzz while my senses brace for the impact of his answer.

“But…my father told me if I did not give Jocelyn a fair chance, he would not only send you from the palace, but ship you down to Prescott and arrange a marriage for you there. I don’t know what to do, Olivia. I don’t know how to fix this.”

A barrage of thoughts leap to mind, none of them in any way accepting of this information. Send me away? Ship me to Prescott? As if I were livestock? And arrange a marriage? So many protests, I hardly know where to begin.

The music ends and couples saunter off the floor. Liam and I stand alone in the center.
Eyes will be upon us soon if we remain here like statues.

With every ounce of composure I can muster, I curtsey and hear my voice say, “Thank you for the dance, Your Highness. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Then, I walk away.


About the Author: Reading was always a big part of Jane’s life. Over the years, creating stories developed out of this love. Unexpected Rewards is the sequel to her debut novel, Not Every Girl, released in May 2015.

She lives in New Jersey in a house full of boys, including one over-indulged cat. When she is not running around with her family or writing, she can be found curled up with a good book and said cat
You can visit her online at:

Connect with Jane:

Website * Twitter * Facebook * Goodreads * Instagram * Pinterest

Book Promo Feature–Neiko’s Five Land Adventure by A.K. Taylor

YAPC would like to welcome A.K. Taylor to the blog today. She is here to share some info about the new edition of her book Neiko’s Five Land Adventure. If this looks like a book you would enjoy reading, please go pick up a copy!

Book Description:

Neiko's Five Land AdventureWhat if the fate of two worlds were in the hands of one person: you?

The childhood secret of a troubled teen warrior is used against her by her enemies. It turns out what Neiko imagined is real, and she becomes trapped in the same world she imagined by an otherworldly evil that is worse than the devil. Getting home is the least of her problems.

The Indians and the Crackedskulls are locked in the turmoil of a war that has raged for centuries, and it is presently in a stalemate. Her enemies, Raven and Bloodhawk, have come up with a scheme to take her down, but in doing so they inadvertently open the door to another universe and to an otherwordly evil. Neiko later finds out that a land she thought she had only imagined is actually real, and the dark being is not a figment of her childhood imagination–he is terrifyingly real, and she faces him for the first time. To make matters worse, it is now in her world, and he has evil plans especially for her.

After several standoffs with the malevolent Ramses the Dark Pharaoh in Hawote, she is trapped in Qari by his strange and powerful magic. Trapped in another universe and in a place that is not exactly the way she imagined it. She must somehow find a way to teleport home. That is easier said than done; the odds are overwhelmingly against her and her scorpion-cobra companion as they must travel to find the answer and help, but at the same time avoid Ramses’ allies, traps, and tricks. Can she come back home and turn the tables on her enemies?

If you love the hidden worlds and magic of Percy Jackson and Harry Potter, travel to other worlds like Warriors of Virtue and The Neverending Story, and a strong female protagonist with a bow like the Hunger Games, and the comic relief of the Big Bang Theory, you will love Neiko’s Five Land Adventure!

Buy Neiko’s Five Land Adventure:

Paperback * Kindle * B&N * Kobo * Apple * Google Play * Books2Read


Neiko shoved the remaining bit of honey bun into her mouth and carried another into her room, but on her way she ran into her mom. “What are you doing with that?” she asked.

“I’m so hungry I thought I might have seconds, and I’ve got a drawing to finish,” Neiko replied.

“Alright,” she said. Neiko walked into her room and closed the door. “Well, I got you a honey bun, and I hope you like it,” Neiko said as she unwrapped it and laid it down on top of the wrapper. Quickstrike scurried over and looked at it doubtfully.

“I want bugs or something,” complained Quickstrike.

“I’m sorry, but that’s all I have. I can’t really find bugs here because there are no woods. Will you at least try it?”

Quickstrike grabbed a claw full and shoved it into his mouth. “Mmm, not bad. Your food is kind of strange, but it tastes good. Just wait till you try ours.”

“What do you mean? I’m not going to Qari. What type of food are you talking about anyway?”

“Oh, I didn’t mean you were coming; I was just saying maybe I’ll make a dish or something. Well, like barbecued velociraptor, marinated beetles, wild cherry muffins, and Lydia’s famous slug casserole, fried snails, and my favorite, parched rollie pollies. We have much more selection, but we would be here all day if I have to name them all.”

Neiko grimaced. “Yuck! The only thing that sounds good is wild cherry muffins. Do you ever eat deer?”

“Oh yeah, we do a lot. Is that something you like?”

“Yeah, barbecued deer is my favorite, and I like it hot and spicy.” Neiko said as she dreamed of a steaming bowl of the stuff.

“You eat hot stuff? I’m not particularly fond of hot and spicy food, but you can try some of our food, and you wouldn’t die if you eat it. Maybe you can try something like snake, frog legs, alligator, or crawfish.”

“Mmm, I’ve always wanted to try snake and that other stuff, but do you eat fish?”

“Oh yes, we eat every kind—catfish, bream, bass, and even pirhana.”

“What does pirhana taste like?”

“I’ll surprise you, you’ll know when you try some, believe me. It’s good. I like it with a side dish of worm pasta with katydid dices.”

“Eww! What’s for dessert?”

“Cricket cobbler, chocolate covered fire ants, or any type of fruit cobbler or pie.”

“Sick! I’ll just stick with just plain chocolate. Can you put almonds or nuts in chocolate?”

“Yes, I prefer plain chocolate too because fire ants give me gas,” Quickstrike said groaning.

“Oh, did they give you a stomachache?” Neiko said laughing.

“Yes, you bet! I also wondered why Buzzclaw and Torca kicked me out of the tent.”

Neiko laughed so hard her side started hurting. “That bad, huh?”

“Yes, hee, hee, they said I was making too much noise because they were trying to sleep, and need I say more? Glacier, Darkclaw, and Rip Rat said I could stay with them because I can’t possibly bother them, and I believe you know why.”

“Yeah, well—” Neiko started saying, but her mom called.

“Amanda, I’m going to the bank and to the post office; I’ll be back in about forty-five minutes!”

“Alright, mom!” Neiko called back. “You want to play video games?”

“What? What are those?”

“Oh, uh, they’re games you play on the TV, do you want to watch?”

“Yeah, can I get on your shoulder?”

“Sure, I’ll pick you up, and you can hop on.” Neiko laid her hand on the bed, Quickstrike crawled onto her hand, and Neiko carefully placed him on her shoulder. “Hang on, sitting down may be rough.” Neiko sat on the floor, but Quickstrike held on with no trouble. “Very good! You had no problem hanging on?”

“Nope, I have eight legs and two claws to hang on with. Give me a real challenge,” said Quickstrike. “And all I needed was my legs.”

“Which one do you want to see?” Neiko asked as she laid them out.

“Hmm, I don’t know. They all look interesting. How ‘bout that one with the guy that looks like Ramses on it?”

“Oh, you mean Killer Instinct? Fulgore does look like Ramses, kind of. You know, I never thought about it till you mentioned it, but I don’t think he acts anything like him.”

“Yeah, he probably doesn’t, and Ramses has lied so much that he wouldn’t know what the truth was if it came and bit him in the nose,” said Quickstrike in a scathing manner.

Neiko laughed and put the game in and grabbed the controller.

“Is that so?” asked an angry, cold voice.

Neiko was so startled she threw the controller in the air, and Quickstrike landed on the bed because he was so startled that he jumped. Neiko looked, and Ramses stood leaning on the inside of her door with his feet crossed and his arms folded over his chest; he was glaring at Quickstrike.

Neiko stood up and gathered her composure. “Well, speak o’ the devil,” she said moodily.

Quickstrike hissed at him. “I heard about you coming and harassing my friend; what do you want here, Pharaoh?” he asked angrily.

“That’s none of your business, bug brain,” he snapped coldly.

“You know, you lied to her when you asked what this place is when you knew exactly where you were, liar and cheat!” Quickstrike yelled fiercely.

“Watch your mouth and hold your tongue, or I’ll remove it for you. I did not lie,” Ramses retorted.

Neiko folded her arms and stared at him sternly. “Yeah, where did you hear the word ‘Hawote’ then, hmm?”

“That voice that I heard summon me told me to come to Hawote, and it was the voice of Raven. So this is the place you call home? Then I cast a spell to come to this ‘Hawote’, and I find it exists. I have noticed you know who I am.”

“Yeah, what’s your point? Well, it’s seems you found out everything you wanted to know, so I guess you will be returning to Qari then. Besides, there’s nothing here you could possibly want except to pick a fight with Raven and Bloodhawk, but they’ll cream your butt. Well, this is it then, huh?” Neiko said, shrugging.

“Yes, I will return to Qari, but I won’t leave empty handed; I wish to take a souvenir with me,” Ramses said mischievously.

“Well, if you’re looking for the Eye of Mohica, I don’t know where it is. You can find it yourself,” Neiko snapped sarcastically.

“I am not interested in that worthless talisman. Maybe I should’ve said I won’t leave alone,” he replied in a soft tone.

“Oh, you want to take Raven and Bloodhawk with you? Go ahead be my guest; we’ve been waiting a long time to be rid of those two. You’re welcome to it,” Neiko replied ushering toward the northwest.

“I have no use for those two overgrown idiots! Oh, they are no match for me, and I’ll cream them.”

“You sound just like Arnold Schwarzeneggar,” Neiko muttered. “Well, there’s nothing else I can think of, so what do you want?” Neiko asked aggravated, but Quickstrike stared at Ramses nervously.

Ramses said nothing, and his eyes shimmered with a terrible red light, and they had a sinister look in them. Then he took a step toward Neiko.

Cold fear gripped her stomach, and her mind started racing. “Oh no! I’m not going anywhere with you! I’m staying right here in Hawote where I belong! You won’t get me without a fight! If you want me, come and get me, but you have to take me down first!”

Ramses laughed evilly. “You want to fight against me? Why don’t you just come quietly—for old time’s sake. What are you trying to prove? If you insist on this stupid last stand, so be it. I haven’t had one this brave for some time, and I’ll enjoy this even though this will not take long. Enjoy your freedom and the last look at your land because it will be the last time you see it! Where is your weapon, dear?”

Neiko jumped on the bed and grabbed her stick from the corner; it had a club-like end on it, and she held it on the slender end. “Right here, Monster Gas! I’m not trying to prove anything! Neiko Kidd surrenders to no one, and when I get done, you’re gonna wish you never wanted to take Admiral Kidd!” Neiko said as she expertly spun her stick.

Ramses laughed even harder. “Oh, you’ll eat those words once I have you. You’ll wish you hadn’t resisted me. When we return, Hawote will be destroyed! You are going to fight me with a stick? It doesn’t matter to me what weapon you use because I will win. I don’t need a weapon. I am going to take you down with my bare hands. So prepare to be captured!”

Neiko bared her teeth and hissed. “Ooooh, come and give me your best shot, Chrome Scum!” she said as she beckoned him with her hand and then replaced it on the grip of her stick.

Ramses angrily stuck with lightning speed as he tried to grab her ankle. Neiko jumped and just barely dodged his sweeping hand and landed at the head of the bed. Seeing an opportunity to attack, Neiko swung the stick over her head and sent the head of it crashing down on the end of his middle finger with every ounce of her strength, and the pain rushed through his glove into all of his hand.

“Owww! I’ll get you for this, Neiko!” he growled as he rubbed his injured finger to ease the pain. It lingered, causing him to get angrier.

“Ha! Ha!” Neiko said jeeringly. “How do you like fighting Indians now, hmm? I guess it’s not like it’s cracked up to be, huh?” she punned, laughing. “Oh, by the way, you need to get your eyes checked, Ramsneeze. It doesn’t profit much in trying to catch air!”

Quivering with rage, Ramses shouted, “Oh, you’ll see, I’ll get the last laugh; you won’t think your loss and your captivity are a bit funny! Consider that miss a gift, and I will not grant you any more!”

Seeing an opportunity, Quickstrike shouted, “Attack Pack!” as he ran and jumped on his face blocking his view. Ramses growled fiercely, and he tried to get him off.

“I forgot my manners. I forgot to welcome you to Hawote, and this is how we greet uninvited, evil guests—Quickstrike, watch out!” Heeding the warning, Quickstrike jumped off, and landed on the bed beside Neiko. “Eat stick!” she yelled and hit Ramses right in the face with the stick, but the end snapped off because of the force of the blow and the hardness of his helmet; the hit didn’t faze him. Neiko looked at it surprised because she had used it against titanium Crackedskull armor, and it didn’t break. Seeing his opportunity, Ramses hit Neiko in the back of the legs with his arm in a sweep, sending her falling on her back onto the bed, and the fall caused her head to spin. Ramses stood over her, but Neiko still had her stick and she attempted to hit him in the top of the head. Knowing her move, he stopped her in midswing by seizing her wrists, and with his free hand, ripped it from her grasp and threw it on the floor. Quickstrike scurried over to help his fallen friend. He jumped onto Ramses’ face again, but this time he grabbed Quickstrike and threw him against the wall. Quickstrike groaned and lay still.

“Quickstrike!” Neiko yelled as she tried to crawl to him, but Ramses grabbed her ankle and yanked her to him. He turned her over and seized her by her wrists; Neiko tried to free herself by struggling, but Neiko had no idea of his strength, and he laughed at her puny attempts to free herself. “Quickstrike, say something, help! Somebody help me!” Neiko saw some of her neighbors in the yard. “Help!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, but they didn’t hear her.

“Be quiet. No one can hear you, and there is no one to rescue you. Let’s go.”

“No! Please! I won’t call you names again; please let me go!” Neiko begged.

“No, it’s not about name-calling! I decided this long ago, the day I saw you. Don’t fight me, or I’ll tie you up. I suggest you relax.”

“Let go of me, Chrome Breath, or I’ll—”

“ Shut up! You’ll what? You are at my mercy. I am not releasing you, so don’t ask again.” Neiko started to sob, and then she saw her mom’s red car pull up. Ramses showed a great deal of annoyance, and he let go of Neiko. “Well, you get your wish this time because I let you win, and since I don’t want to be seen by anyone here. Next time you won’t be so lucky, and your mommy won’t be around to save you, so be warned. I’ll be back, and you’ll be mine!” He laughed wickedly and all of him disappeared but his eyes. “I’ve been watching you, and I’ll keep watching!” he said then his eyes disappeared, but she could still hear his terrible laugh. Neiko sighed with the utmost relief as her mom came in. Neiko rushed in and hugged her. “Mom, I love you,” she said squeezing her eyes shut to keep the tears from coming.

“I love you too, honey,” she replied. Neiko then ran to her room to check on Quickstrike.


About the Author: A.K. Taylor grew up in the backwoods of Georgia where she learned about nature. She enjoysA.K. Taylor hunting and fishing, beekeeping, gardening, archery, shooting, hiking, and has various collections. She also has interest in music, Native American history and heritage, Egyptian history, and the natural sciences. A.K. Taylor has been writing and drawing since the age of 16. A.K. Taylor has graduated from the University of Georgia with a biology degree, and she shares an interest in herpetology with her husband.

A.K. Taylor can be found: 

Twitter   *    Facebook Profile    *   Fanpage   *   Goodreads

Blog/Website   *    Google+   *    Newsletter

Book Promo Feature–Queen of a Kind by Sheila Michelle

YAPC would like to welcome Sheila Michelle to the blog today. She is here to share some info about her book Queen of a Kind. If this looks like a book that you would enjoy reading, please go grab a copy!

Book Description:

Queen of a Kind

Wealthy teen heiress Grace Garrett wants to begin her high school years like no other girl, so she vies for the chance to become Beaumont High School’s 20th Queen, the world’s only four-year, high school queen.

Buy Queen of a Kind:

Amazon * B&N * Kobo * iTunes

Book Promo Feature–Allie Strom and the Ring of Solomon by Justin Sloan

YAPC would like to welcome Justin Sloan to the blog today. He is here to share some info about his book Allie Strom and the Ring of Solomon. If this looks like a book you would like to read, please go pick up a copy!

Book Description:

Allie Strom and the Ring of SolomonHer Mother’s Missing. More than one friend will betray her. Good thing this new girl in school has a magic necklace.

Allie is your typical, soccer-playing teenager at a new school, until a strange necklace gives her abilities beyond her wildest dreams. When she refuses to let bullies have their way at school, she gains a new friend and new enemies.

Daniel was a nerd who hoped to get in good with the new kid, but when the magic of Allie’s necklace teleports him with her and puts both of their lives in danger, he isn’t so sure.

To Allie’s horror, it’s confirmed that her mom went missing while deployed with the military overseas, and that Allie’s magic necklace is the key to rescuing her. Daniel and Allie will stop at nothing to find her mom, stop a fallen angel who’s taken control of a friend, and save the world.

Allie Strom and the Ring of Solomon is a MG urban fantasy/ supernatural thriller that features fast-paced action, myths, and the birth of a legend. Author Justin Sloan is obsessed with Harry Potter and believes Hermione was the true hero, and it shows in the first book of his new series.

Buy Allie Strom and the Ring of Solomon:


About the Author: Justin Sloan writes military fantasy and supernatural thrillers. He is a video game writer Justin Sloan(Game of Thrones; Walking Dead; Michonne, Minecraft: Story Mode), novelist (Allie Strom and the Ring of Solomon; Teddy Bears in Monsterland, Back by Sunrise, Falls of Redemption), podcaster, and screenwriter.

He has written on taking writing from hobby to career in his book Creative Writing Career and its sequel, and how veterans can pursue their passions in Military Veterans in Creative Careers. Justin studied writing at the Johns Hopkins University and UCLA after five years in the U.S. Marine Corps, and now works as a writer and editor for

Connect with Justin:

Website * Twitter * Facebook * Newsletter

Guest Post by Rolland Love Author of Born Dead on a Winter’s Night

YAPC would like to welcome back Rolland Love to the blog today. He is here to share some info about his latest memoir Born Dead on a Winter’s Night and a few thoughts about serials and serialization. If this looks like a book you would enjoy please go download from or visit Noise Medium to read each week!

To read a free, serialized version of my latest book on Noise Medium click here. It is updated every Sunday morning through August and September.

Book Description:

Born Dead on a Winter's DayI was born dead. In the dead of winter. Still as a stone. Blue as the smoky haze that sometimes settles on the Ozark Mountains. I know because my mother, Helen Love, my father Ray Love and Aunt Maude told me so. I can only imagine the scene: Doc Barnes, a tall rugged-looking man with bushy white hair, worked frantically when he realized there was trouble. His white shirt covered in blood and the flickering light of a kerosene lamp added ghost-like dimension to the scene. Cold enough to see your breath, the only source of heat came from a cast iron wood-burning stove in the living room. I was saved because Doc carried me outside and rolled me in snow that covered the ground from a midwinter storm. The cold caused me to take a breath and I began to cry.

Born Dead on a Winter’s Night is a 36,000-word memoir about growing up in Missouri’s rugged Ozark Mountains in the 1940s and 1950s. It’s a collection of essays recalling what life was like living off the land in a self-sufficient family. By others’ standards we were poor, but we had everything we needed. I spent my days fishing, floating the rivers, and narrowly escaping encounters with poisonous snakes. Enjoyed by all ages.


AMAZON KINDLE FEATURED –  AUTHOR REVIEW – ROLLAND LOVE “Love’s writing transfigures his Ozark Mountains stories into a series of fantastic tales Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer could have only dreamed of.”

Go Here Buy Born Dead on a Winter’s Night: * Amazon * Noise Medium (New Episode every Sunday morning)

Interview with the Author:

Connect with Rolland:

Website * Twitter * Facebook * G+ * IAN

Book Promo Feature–Daughter of Magic by Teresa Roman

YAPC would like to welcome Teresa Roman to the blog today. She is here to share to share some info and an excerpt of her book Daughter of Magic. If this looks like something you are interested in reading, please go get a copy! It is on sale for $0.99 for a limited time!

Book Description:

Daughter of MagicLilli sees things nobody else does. Desperate to make sense of the dreams and visions that have plagued her since childhood, Lilli confides in Devin, her closet friend and the boy she’s fallen for. Instead of questioning her sanity, as Lilli feared, Devin confesses to secrets of his own, which are far darker. His revelations about magic, witches and demons stun Lilli. But it’s what he knows about Lilli’s mother, long believed to be dead, that leaves her feeling betrayed. Despite her anger, Lilli will have to learn to trust Devin again, because he is the only one who can protect her from a dark danger that’s coming for her from a world away.

Buy Daughter of Magic:

Amazon * B&N * Kobo * iTunes


“Look at me,” Devin ordered the man. He spoke slowly and quietly, but there was no mistaking the anger in his voice. “You will apologize for being impolite, and then you’ll leave.”
For a moment the man looked stunned, almost hypnotized. I thought for sure he’d demand to speak to Rob again and both Devin and I would get fired. Instead, he turned to me and said, “I’m sorry for being impolite.” He even sounded contrite. “I need to leave.”
I watched him walk away, still not sure exactly what had just happened and spooked by the way he repeated Devin’s words.
When the door closed behind him, I looked at Devin. “What did you just do?”
“Nothing,” he muttered.
“No, it wasn’t nothing,” I said. “How’d you get him to do that?”
“He had no business speaking to you like that, so I asked him politely to apologize and he complied.”
“Uh, uh. No way.” I had no idea how Devin made that man to apologize, but there was more to it than he let on. Somehow, I just knew it.
“What are you suggesting? That I have some sort of magical power and can make people do whatever I will them to? You told me yourself last night that you don’t believe in magic.”
I did say that. Because it was true. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Devin was keeping something from me. And this wasn’t the first time, either.
After a pause, I said, “You know what I find curious? Why is it that you know so much about me, yet I hardly know about your life at all?”
“What is it you want to know?” he asked.
I wasn’t sure how to respond. I didn’t have any specific questions, but I felt a growing sense that Devin had secrets.


About the Author: If it was possible to be born with a book in her hands, that’s how Teresa Roman would’ve Teresa Romanentered this world. Her passion for reading is what inspired her to become a writer. She loves the way stories can take you to another time and place.

Teresa currently lives in beautiful Sacramento, CA with her husband, three adorable children and a dog named Parker that her son convinced them to adopt. When she’s not at her day job or running around with her kids, you can find her in front of the computer writing, or with her head buried in another book. If you’d like to find out more about her, she can be found at where you can also sign up for her newsletter to receive exclusive book release information.

Connect with Teresa:

Website * Twitter * Facebook * G+ * Goodreads * Instagram