Blog Tour and Author Interview for The Crush Collision (Southern Charmed #2) by Danielle Ellison

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The Crush Collision(Southern Charmed #2)
by Danielle Ellison

Publication Date: February 18, 2019

Publisher: Entangled Teen: Crush

Haley Howell has had a hopeless crush on her brother’s best friend, Jake Lexington, for as long as she can remember. Too bad to him, she’ll forever be off-limits. But with senior year and acceptance to a college outside their tiny southern town of Culler, South Carolina, comes new confidence. Haley’s ready to get Jake to notice her—whatever it takes.

No one in Culler notices the real Jake anymore—to them, he’s nothing more than the star football player or the kid with the family tragedy. When one mistake lands him in community service, he’s shocked to find his best friend’s little sister there, too, looking cute as hell and threatening all his no-friends-with-benefits rules. But Jake isn’t ready to take a chance, no matter how crafty Haley’s willing to get to prove him otherwise…

Interview with Danielle Ellison

  • Tell us about your writing process. Do you aim for a daily word count, page count, or a couple of scenes each day?

I am do not have a regular process.  I procrastinate too long, a habit I’m working on, and I outline the whole book, and then I just pour out a book in spurts than in a daily basis. I would love to be someone who wrote every day, but I can’t always mentally do it everyday. I do try to write once a week, but even sometimes that turns into two weeks. It all depends on if I have a deadline or not.

  • What gave you the inspiration for your book? Is it part of a series?

This book is part of a series, Southern Charmed series. It’s the second book but each story is a standalone set in the same town with some characters that interchange, so it can be read it any order.  The series is my take of a southern town like Stars Hollow (Gilmore Girls). The inspiration for this book was that I watched a lot of Friday Night Lights back in the day and I really wanted to write a character to pay tribute to Tim Riggins.

  • Are you a pantser or a plotter? A bit of both?

I’m a plotter. I need an outline to thrive and write well; at this point, I’ve got it down to a science that works well with my joy of character-driven stories.

  • Do you prefer a certain type of music to listen to when you’re writing, or are you better with silence?

I don’t write with music or anything like that. I do enjoy background noise when I can get it, like coffeeshops, and I used to only write in that kind of setting, but now I write a lot with my partner playing video games in the background.

  • What book(s) are you reading now?

I am reading Uncharted by Erin Cashman and my next read is Sadie by Courtney Summers

  • Anything else you’d like us to know about this book or any others (past or future)?

I love this book, and Jake and Haley really surprised me with their story. It’s so amazing to me, and I can’t wait for everyone to read it. Each of the love stories in the series are also stories and celebrations of friendship, and I hope when you visit Culler (for the first or second time) you find something to love. And if you do, stay tuned because I have two more coming.

About the Author

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Danielle Ellison is a nomad, always on the lookout for an adventure and the next story. In addition to writing, she’s the founder and coordinator of the NoVa TEEN Book Festival. When she’s not busy with books, she’s probably watching her favorite shows, drinking coffee, or fighting her nomadic urges. She is newly settled in Oklahoma (for now) with her cat, Simon, but you can always find her on Twitter @DanielleEWrites.

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Book Tour and Author Interview for King Beatrice by Evangeline


King Beatrice

By Evangeline

Genre: Mature YA Fiction, Coming-to-age

 

About the Book

 

KING BEATRICE is a coming-to-age novella that’s after your heart!

 

Alex is a young boy interested in his experiments, his dog, family, and little else. He lives a life of seclusion until the day his dog leads him on a wild goose chase through the forest and he comes across Beatrice, a crazy girl with leaves in her hair and the fierce belief that she is a king.

 

After many attempts of trying to avoid Beatrice, Alex realizes he’s stuck with her. As the years continue and a true friendship grows, he finds that perhaps she isn’t so bad, even if she constantly bests him in their duels. But life isn’t so simple, as the real world—a world of bullies and death and temptation—invades their make-believe, will it be too much for Beatrice? Will Alex make it to her in time?

Author Interview

1. What is your writing process? Do you aim for a word count daily or maybe just a scene? 

I made a goal to write for at least 30 minutes a day. It was good to start small because I usually sat down with that 30-minute interval in mind, but then ended up writing for much longer (didn’t help my sleep schedule some days, but I wrote the book)! When I have trouble with writer’s block, though, I skip to scenes that thrill me. Sometimes I’ll have parts of the beginning and end written, but absolute zilch in the middle.

2. What sort of research did you do for this book? 
I did some science research for Alex. That short scene with them building the rocket all came from hours of reading so I wouldn’t get anything wrong! I also took A LOT of time researching drugs and the particular drug Beatrice chose to know how it would affect her. 
3. What are you working on now? Any chance of a sequel? 
I’m working on an anthology right now. It’s a whole lot of beautiful, deep poems paired with photography and it’s been a lot of fun! 

Unfortunately, King Beatrice ends with “And you were mine”. I hope readers all see a different and amazing future of their own for Alex and Beatrice! I’ve loved hearing people’s different takes on how the story would continue.

4. How did you come up for the idea of your book? 

I don’t remember when I first scribbled down the original plot; it was so many years ago. However, I remember when I first started writing. I was sitting in a park on a perfectly warm day, the sun was going down, and I was watching people play with their dogs, families running around, and the sun reflecting off the Austin skyline. I had such a good feeling swelling in my chest that I wanted to incorporate into the book. Next thing I knew, I was scribbling down the first chapter!

5. Just for fun — what TV shows or movies have you really enjoyed (or disliked?) recently? 

 Oddly enough, I’ve become completely obsessed with this Japanese reality TV show called Terrace House (thank you Netflix!). It’s been a little while, but the last movie I saw in theaters was Crimes of Grindelwald. I am loving this new wizarding world! And can we talk about those graphics? Wow!

About the Author

Evangeline was a hyper-active child and was forced outside to give her family a 5-minute break which helped water her already wild imagination. You can find her kayaking on the river in Austin, Tx, gazing at a bottle of White Zinfandel, or studying, but mostly keeping herself busy and in desperate need of a nap. 

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 Excerpt: Chapter One

  

 

Phantasmagoria

 

(n.) a shifting series of phantasms, illusions, or deceptive appearances, as in a dream or as created by the imagination

 

                                                                                                                                                            

            You’ll find yourself surrounded by the unlikeliest of people.

            The boy, Alex, thought he had heard that somewhere before.

            You’ll need who you least expect.

            What a load of garbage. Alex glared at the television screen, or, more accurately, through the screen, past the actors, around the set, and straight to the directors and writers who oversaw the romanticization of that trash. He should have changed the channel an episode ago when he first stumbled upon the show, yet the poor boy found himself staring at the screen as if he were witnessing a car wreck.

            Lilian, the gorgeous teen who was made “nerdy” by sticking on a pair of thick glasses, was too smart for her new adventurous and, as far as Alex was concerned, annoying band of misfits this character decided to call friends. It was all to get back at her parents, which seemed incredibly irrational considering Lillian apparently had a 4.0 GPA, suggesting that she had some sort of notable intelligence. But what did Alex know? He was only twelve and on his second episode.

            It caused physical discomfort to the boy watching as Lillian got herself into all sorts of trouble, but he continued to follow her story, muttering I-told-you-so’s under his breath every twenty minutes. She should have stuck to solitude, Alex thought with an exaggerated sigh. Look at what those idiots got you into this time. . .

            “Alex. Alex, honey?” The boy’s mother, Marianne,looked down at her son and pursed her lips. She hated when he slipped into a daze, utterly oblivious to all around him as he focused so intently on the television. “Alex,” Marianne repeated, and finally, he turned and faced her, his face showing a puzzled expression. “Honey, the summer is almost over.”

            “I know.” He frowned and stared out the window. It was almost the end of summer and she wanted him to go outside, but he wished to stay inside where it was cool, quiet, and far from everyone else.

            “Why don’t you go outside? Find some friends? Mm?” 

            Friends. He almost laughed. Alex didn’t want friends. What he wanted was peace and that was certainly not what he got his first year of middle school. Alex hadn’t the faintest idea as to why his mother found the prospect of him attaining friends so enticing. 

            “The ladies from church are coming today. You can stay and have tea with us or . . .”

            His eyes grew wide. 

            It was Sunday afternoon and the old ladies always came on Sunday at four o’clock. They smelled like stale perfume and raisins, and they never missed an opportunity to pinch his cheeks and tell him how handsome he was becoming.

            “I’ll go,” he said quickly, turning off the television and heading for the door. He called for the dog who came gallivanting with a wide, silly grin on his face.

            “Be back before dark!” his mother called, though she had no doubt that her son would be home long before then.

            Grimacing, he closed the door behind him and clasped the leash onto Rex’s collar. Eternally grateful, the yellow lab barked. There was nothing Rex loved more than a walk with Alex, even if it was in the blazing summer heat.

            “Come on.” Alex didn’t have to pull very hard on the leash to get Rex to go. Alex took the same route every walk, so the dog already knew the path as well as he knew his own home. “You’re more excited than I am.”

            Alex had never cared much for the outdoors; there were always too many people, and talkative people at that, especially whenever he dragged Rex along, and it was always too hot or too cold. But if he ever did have to go outside, Alex preferred it to be because he was walking Rex, his only friend.

            They stopped at an intersection with shade where Alex took the opportunity to wipe the sweat from his forehead. To the left was the route they always took. It went into more residential housing and there was a shortcut to get home sooner should they both tire of the walk early, which Alex was already planning on taking. To the right was a way he’d never traveled.

Blog Tour and Author Interview for Successor by Rae Miles

SUCCESSOR – 10/24/18 release date

Genre: YA Fantasy Romance

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 For seventeen-year-old Evan, graduation means the freedom to leave behind her small-town life and find where she belongs. She never expected it to be in a different world.

Across time and space, deep in a mysterious jungle, Evan discovers the hidden heritage of her mother’s people and her own legacy. She becomes their elemental, a protector gifted with the power to control nature. The role has its challenges, but the biggest is the inexplicable connection with her scarred bodyguard, Ren. Frustrated and fascinated by him, Evan resists the magnetic pull after realizing there’s more to it than simple attraction.

Claiming her birthright reignites the wrath of a ruthless enemy with a score to settle. To protect her new family, Evan will need to call on her formidable power. But embracing it could cause her to lose herself and the man who holds her heart.

Author Interview:

  1. What is your writing process? Do you aim for a word count daily or maybe just a scene?

Unfortunately, I’m one of those writers who have to kick myself to get any real writing done. I’m more the type who needs to be motivated to write. Otherwise, I sit at my computer and let myself be distracted by everything. My cats, mostly.

  1. What sort of research did you do for this book?

 Most of my research was done for elements surrounding the senses. How certain things smelled, what specific things looked or sounded like. The main setting in the story is the Laraek village, which is a forest/jungle made up of banyan trees. I needed a unique home for the clan, and I loved the image this kind of forest gave me. So I read up them and learned some interesting things. But overall, I didn’t have to do a lot of research for anything major.

  1. What are you working on now? Any chance of a sequel?

 Actually, the sequel is one of my current projects. I’m also working on another unrelated story that I’m excited about. I still have a lot to figure out with its plot, but it’s a YA fantasy as well.

  1. How did you come up for the idea of your book?

Successor was based off a short story I wrote in college for a writing class. A girl finds a Magic 8-Ball that gives real answers, so she goes to her friend to share it. The friend starts asking questions we really shouldn’t know the answers to. She makes the mistake of asking when she’ll die, and when she sees the toy’s answer, she runs out and gets into a car accident. It begged the question: Cause or effect? I liked the idea of turning the concept into a novel, but I knew it’d be a tricky line to walk. With a story like that, I’d have to touch on topics I wasn’t comfortable approaching, such as religion. I could just imagine the backlash it’d garner, so the thought of it was intimidating. But I was on my way home one night when the idea for Successor popped into my head. I was so excited, I had to talk out the plot until I got home so I could write it down. The rest developed from there.

  1. Just for fun — what TV shows or movies have you really enjoyed (or disliked?) recently?

I’ve been catching up on Supernatural lately. I watched the show for the first 6 years, but lost interest. Since it’s on Netflix, I decided to start over. I think I’m on season 9 or 10 now. Gotta love those Winchester boys with their angels and demons.

About the Author:

Rae Miles started creating characters at the ripe age of nine, dreaming that one day they’d have a place to call home. Many years and a creative writing degree later, that dream became a reality with her debut novel, Successor. When not writing, Rae’s absorbed in reading, movies, music, and napping. She loves animals of all kinds, and currently lives in Wisconsin with her three quirky cats.

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Book Tour for Shattered Sky by David Colby

Debris Dreams

The year: 2067

The place: Sun-Earth Lagrange Point L1, 1.5 million kilometers above the surface of the Earth.

The objective: Survive.

Sixteen-year-old Drusilla Zhao lives in the Hub, a space station used by the Chinese-American Alliance as a base to exploit Luna’s resources. Desperate to break free of the Alliance, a terrorist group from the Moon destroys the space elevator, space’s highway to Earth. In a flash, Dru’s parents are dead and she is cut off from her girlfriend Sarah on Earth.

The Alliance declares war against the Moon, conscripting Dru and all the youth of the Hub. Dru is forced to become a soldier fighting in the lethal vacuum of space. Can Dru survive lunar terrorist attacks and find her way home to Sarah?


Shattered Sky (Lunar Cycle #2) by David Colby

Publisher: Thinking Ink Press

Publishers Weekly calls Lunar Cycle Book 1 “Appealingly reminiscent of an updated Heinlein juvenile, it’s a story of wartime bravery, principles, and self-sacrifice.”

The year: 2068

The place: The war-torn and ecologically devastated Earth.

The objective: Survive.

Sixteen-year-old Drusilla Zhao has done the impossible and escaped the meat grinder of space warfare alive. Now she and her only remaining comrade, Jillian, are about to be rotated right back into the firing line, and away from Dru’s love, Sarah.

About the Author:

David Colby is the author of the sci-fi novels Debris Dreams and Shattered Sky. A fan of old school sci-fi and tabletop roleplaying games, Colby started writing almost fifteen years ago. It went poorly. But despite these early setbacks, he continued to work and write and send out submissions until someone was mad enough to accept him. Currently living in Sunnyvale, California, David’s day job involves leaping in front of cars for fun and profit (he’s a crossing guard).

Website: http://www.ThinkingInkPress.com/LunarCycle/

Blog: http://quantumspinplates.blogspot.com/

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Read below for an excerpt from Shattered Sky:

Shattered Sky Excerpt

4/2/2068

California, North American Economic Zone

T-Minus L-Day: 141

Happy endings were supposed to be a hell of a lot easier than this kōngtóu zhīpiào. I had been on Earth for a whole twenty-four hours and in all those seconds of all those minutes of all those hours, I had gotten to kiss the love my life a grand total of once.

“This sucks.”

Jillian stood next to me, her back leaning against the wall as she looked out at the vast sweep of Edwards Air Force Base. When I looked out at it, it just made me feel queasy and impatient and claustrophobic in a way that I had never felt before. I didn’t even need to move my eyes to splash the images all over the wallpaper of my brain: the three or so buildings the size of entire habitation blocks, the kilometer and then some of blackened tarmac that sucked up heat like a sink­, and spread through it all the real reason why I was here and not with Sarah.

The troops. Specifically, the ten thousand or so troops that used Edwards Air Force Base as a way of getting to the next leg of their various deployments. Huge cargo hauling VTOLs landed and lifted off, while suborbital streakers burned hard to slow down and let off troops. Their uniforms spanned a spectrum of military minutia I’d never seen before, like looking through the world’s shittiest spectrometer. In space, the officer pool had been decidedly shallow, with maybe three lieutenants before General Lau. Down here, I saw every single rank that I had been forced to memorize during Basic: Gunnery Sergeants, Staff Sergeants, Second Lieutenants, First Lieutenants, Colonels, Majors, and Captains. It was a relief from the endless stream of PFCs and Corporals and Areos, like sunspots breaking up the eye scorching brightness of the sun.

Most of the Earthers were kitted out differently from Spacer soldiers, too. No laser weaponry, no bounce in their steps, no breathers and enclosed helmets. The enlisted pukes had slugthrowers on their backs, while the officers tended to be unarmed and glittery with medals, but they all trudged along, looking …

Actually, most of them didn’t look that unhappy. For most of them, this was a life they had chosen. A comfortable life with good pay, free medical coverage, honor and prestige. A life that I could have—something that fascinated and repelled me at the same time.

I wished they were unhappy. It’d be easier. It’d make more sense, if I could share that misery. Instead of being…

“So, Corp,” Jillian said, deorbiting my thoughts.

“Jillian, we’re out of the Marines now,” I said, rubbing my face with my hands.

“So, Dru,” Jillian started again. “What are you going to do once we get out of this?”

“Buy a farm.” I stood. The gravity down here was intense. I had to actually use my hand and the wall to get my knees to unbend, rather than just kipping up. I had never thought that one-G would be so … so much more than the gravity on the Hub. It wasn’t even that I hadn’t been exposed to one-G before— it was more that it was all the time, everywhere. Standing didn’t feel worth it, but I felt too confined by sitting, too passive. I started to pace back and forth, my body wanting to bounce, but gravity glued me to the ground. “I told Sarah I’d be in Quebec Arcology as soon as I could get there. At this rate—”

Jillian shuffled to the left. I shuffled into the space she had vacated. The Space Marine—one of the survivors of the Battle of the Forge, as they were calling the last big battle of the war—behind me shuffled over to take up the spot that I had held. And so, the line continued to process, and so I got closer and closer to getting out of this endless waiting.

But I still felt trapped, stuck in adhesive, forced to do nothing but endure. Endure the sounds—the babbling conversations that overlapped and drowned each other out—endure the smells— the thick, cloying stench of the tarmac, the scent of the scrubland that surrounded the base, the smell of jets and jet fuel—and endure the heat. The pounding, unstoppable heat, pouring through my skinclothes and broiling me in my own juices. I had never imagined that an uncontrolled environment could be so horrifyingly unpleasant.