Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Eerie, A Mature YA Paranormal Romance from C. M. McCoy

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Eerie
by C.M. McCoy

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BLURB:

As seen in People Magazine…

Hailey's dreams have always been, well...vivid. As in monsters from her nightmares follow her into her waking life vivid. When her big sister goes missing, eighteen-year-old Hailey finds the only thing keeping her safe from a murderous 3,000-year-old beast is an equally terrifying creature who has fallen "madly" in love with her. Competing to win her affection, the Dream Creature, Asher, lures her to the one place that offers safety--a ParaScience university in Alaska he calls home. There, she studies the science of the supernatural and must learn to live with a roommate from Hell, survive her ParaScience classes, and hope the only creature who can save her from an evil immortal doesn't decide to kill her himself.

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Excerpt:

Nowhere to Hide
“Judge of your natural character by what you do in your dreams.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson 

Hailey plunked her head on the desk and groaned. Why, why…why couldn’t she just tell Asher that she wanted out, that she was afraid—afraid of the others, afraid of dying, and even afraid of…of him. After all, he was planning to kill her. Only temporarily, but still.

She couldn’t believe she was even considering it, but she had no choice. If Asher didn’t kill her, one of the others would.

Permanently.

And Asher protected her. He cared about her. He loved her, right? Asher—an emotionless creature. Hailey wasn’t sure if he was even capable of love.

Oh, this made absolutely no sense. Kill her to save her? Was that love?
Freshman year at her dream college was turning into nightmare, and as she rolled her forehead on the desk, the library’s impossibly large ceiling clock echoed a thump with her heart. She simply had to pull on her big girl pants and tell Asher she was done.

That’s all.

She squeezed her eyes shut as a swarm of butterflies took flight in her stomach.

Lately, she felt an awful lot like Jekyll and Hyde: logical, rational ParaScience student by day—emotional monstrosity at night. Come to think of it, this was more like The Phantom of the Opera, and she was the na├»ve student who didn’t realize the secret and strange angel she’d come to know was actually a homicidal maniac…

“I’m not a maniac.”

Hailey jumped up. She didn’t mean to say that out loud.

Asher slid behind her, putting his lips next to her ear. “But I suppose I am homicidal,” he whispered, his breath on her skin sending goose bumps down her arms and legs.

She leaned into him and sighed.

So much for steadfast resolve.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer.

 “How did you know I was here?” she whispered.

“You were dreaming, Hailey,” he murmured. “I’ll always find you when you’re dreaming.”

   

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

C.M. McCoy is an Irish dancer and former Air Force officer living in the Great White North. Though B.S.'d in Chemical Engineering and German, she’s far happier writing stories involving Alaska and a body bag (with an awkward kiss in the mix.) While working emergency dispatch for Alaska State Troopers, she learned to speak in 10-codes, which she still does...but only to annoy her family.

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Sunday, May 1, 2016

52 Fun Things To Do In 52 Weeks


I can’t remember how I got conned into this.
                              Evie O’Reilly in Spell Check

Did you know dying your hair purple changes your brain waves? I wouldn’t have believed it either, but how else can I explain this sudden urge to crawl out of my writing cave? Could it be Milestone Birthday Madness? Or the fact that I woke up this morning as Evie from The Teen Wytche Saga, when it is Beltane Eve and I am supposed to be revising the sequel to The Beltane Escape?

Has the world gone mad?

Here is my Milestone Birthday Challenge: Find
52 Fun Things To Do In 52 Weeks.

From April 2016 to April 2017 I will zip line out of my comfort zone/writing cave/hermit existence and enjoy, explore, and create fun moments and events. You can follow my progress here, and check out the more magical fun things on my Shaman Blog.

What? April is, like, over? Well, let’s catch up!

Fun Thing #1: Visit the Wizarding World Of Harry Potter.

A Harry Potter World just opened in California, but the Wizarding World of Harry Potter™, Universal Studios, in Orlando is twice the size. More importantly, Orlando has Harry Potter and the Escape From Gringotts™. We went on the ride twice. Does that count as two fun things?


What I Loved:
 My daughter grew up on the Harry Potter books, and I loved that this trip celebrated our shared love of J.K. Rowling’s brilliant world building.

 It was also heartening to see so many children and teens at the park embodying characters from the books. Many dressed in Hogwarts school uniforms and had a stuffed dragon or owl on their shoulders. And the wands…

 When was the last time you saw children with sticks in their hands, and no one pretended they were weapons? The wands from Ollivander’s Wand Shop came with a map of places where, if a person waved their wand just right, magic happened. Items in a shop window moved, or rain fell from an umbrella. Brilliant!

Don't Miss: 
The Cookie Cookie Sundae at Schwab's Pharmacy.




Tips For If You Go:
Express passes can’t be used on the major Harry Potter rides. But lines are long all over Universal Studios, so the passes are still worth the cost, especially if you are traveling with younger children who may not have the patience or stamina for long lines.

 If possible, get a pass that allows you early admission to the park. Once in, sprint for Diagon Alley™ and the Gringotts ride.

 Several rides require you to store your purses, backpacks, water bottles, etc. in free lockers. Access to the lockers and to gain admission to the park, requires a fingerprint. Thousands of fingers touch these machines every day. Germ city! Wash your hands frequently to avoid getting sick.


Fun Thing #2
This one is magical, mystical, and free. Read about it on my Shaman Blog.

Available in Print and Digital


Back to revising The Viking Mist, Book Two, 
The Two Realms Trilogy. Happy Beltane!

Copyright ©2016, Ariella Moon



Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Rachel Jones: Taking A Chance On Love


A new Contemporary Romance from Rachel Jones.

 TAKING A CHANCE ON LOVE






It’s a touchdown for the coach when the music teacher takes a chance on love

BLURB:

From childhood, Virginia Manning has planned for a career as a concert clarinetist. Blindsided by family circumstances, her plans are interrupted, taking her down a path she would never have chosen. As a music teacher, Virginia’s relationship with the football coach goes from problematic to romantic. After Blake’s brush with death, a scared Virginia runs away looking for the contentment music has always brought to her life.
Because Blake Oliver has experienced disappointment and pain, he opts for a fresh start in a small New England town. Accepting the position of football coach, he isn’t looking for love when it finds him. When Virginia leaves to pursue a performance career, Blake realizes it’s not where you live but having someone to love that matters. His only problem is making her understand that as well.

EXCERPT:
Blake was awake when Virginia entered the ICU cubicle. She pushed a chair against the hospital bed so she could hold his hand.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he said.
Virginia looked at the tiny lines etched on his face. She wished she had magical powers and could erase them and all the pain he had endured the last few days since the accident. “The nurse said I could sit with you. Where’s your father?”
“Stephen took him home to sleep for a while. He’ll be back later.”
Blake shifted toward her and released a groan.
“I hate to see you hurting,” she said.
“My nurse was just here asking if I wanted pain medicine
and he’s coming back. I would have waited to take the pain killer if I had known a beautiful woman would be stopping by to visit.”
“Good,” she said. “I’m glad you’re not one of those macho men who think it’s not masculine to take pain medicine when you need it.”
“Normally I wouldn’t. But since I’ve had surgery on my leg and I’m dealing with cracked ribs, a punctured lung, and a ruptured diaphragm, I’m willing to compromise my macho image and take the pain killers.”
Virginia frowned at the reminder of what he had been through. The nurse returned with a syringe in his hand. He scanned Blake’s armband and the barcode on the syringe then made a few clicks at the bedside computer.
As he pushed the medication into Blake’s IV line, he said, “Mr. Oliver, this will help with the pain, but it will make you drowsy. Sleep’s not a bad thing since your body needs rest to heal.”
Virginia smiled, knowing he would be escaping from his pain if only for a while. “I’m going to sit here and hold your hand until they throw me out.”
Blake’s eyes flickered open and shut a few times then remained closed. She whispered a prayer for strength, to help her be strong for him. The beeps of the heart monitor became rapid and other alarms sounded. Blake’s nurse rushed into the cubicle. He hit the red button on the wall and shouted, “I need help in here. He’s in V-fib.”
Virginia jumped up from her chair as the space filled with hospital personnel. She was pushed back and then outside. Leaning against the full-length window to support her trembling legs, she was aware of the dampness of her skin. Terror gripped her heart as she watched the surreal scene through the glass partition. The nurse performed chest compressions and in the dream state dominating her consciousness, she wondered if Blake’s chest would hurt later from the contact. Unable to move, her mind became mesmerized by the organized events unfolding in front of her.
A man with neatly combed hair in a white coat said, “Give Amiodarone, three hundred milligrams.”
Someone echoed, “Pushing Amiodarone, three hundred milligrams.”
Another set of hands gave the man paddles attached to the defibrillator on the crash cart. “Set to two hundred joules. Clear,” he said as placed the paddles on Blake’s chest and discharged the shock, causing his body to jump. Virginia watched as everyone paused and then someone uttered the words, ‘sinus rhythm,’ which brought a collective sigh of relief. Most everyone dispersed leaving only a few people at the bedside.
Blake’s nurse came to her and said, “He’s stable, but he’ll be sleeping for awhile. We’ll be watching him closely.”
Virginia brushed at the tears on her cheek. The nurse took a box of tissue from the counter and pushed it toward her. “I know this was a harsh thing to witness. You should go, try to rest and you can come back later.”
“Will he be all right? Could this happen again?”
“Mr. Oliver’s body has been through a lot. But he’s young and healthy. I’m sorry, but I need to get back inside.”
“Please, take care of him.” These were the same words she uttered as she passed the nurses’ station after each visit. But this time, the words were a special plea after witnessing how precarious his medical situation was. If she stayed, her heart would once again be vulnerable as in the past.
Virginia turned and walked away, trying to process what had happened as she moved toward the waiting room to call Blake’s father. The pain in her heart was genuine. An intense pain that went beyond her heart and stirred her soul. Was this what it felt like to lose someone who had become so entwined in your life? She wasn’t sure she would want to go on living if Blake didn’t survive his injuries.
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Meet Rachel Jones

While she continued to work her full- time hospital job, it was thoughts of what she would do after retirement from her career in healthcare that spurred Rachel to begin writing her first manuscript in March of 2012. Needing guidance and support with her new endeavor, she joined local and national writing groups.

Release day for Rachel’s debut novel, To Dance One More Day, occurred in June 2014. Her second book, Taking A Chance On Love, released in October 2015. She is working on her third manuscript and is planning her first series. Rachel’s books reflect her love of the performing arts. Working as a registered nurse for twenty-five years has influenced the threads of medical drama woven into her storylines.  

A music enthusiast for decades, Rachel resides in Kennesaw, Georgia with her husband of thirty-eight years and their spoiled Labrador retriever. She is a member of Georgia Writers Association, Georgia Romance Writers and is a PRO member of Romance Writers of America.


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