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Sunday, August 28, 2016

Comic Con Palm Springs

 Adventures at Comic Con Palm Springs

Ariella Moon
Comic Con Palm Springs
On Saturday, I was the lone half-Viking/half-fairy (impersonating Talfryn from The Beltane Escape) in a convention hall packed with people embodying Poison Ivy, Storm, Superman, Batman, and various other beings from Star Wars, Marvel Comics, and The Walking Dead, etc. I owed my appearance at the inaugural Comic Con Palm Springs to Bob Gibbs, Community Relations Manager, at Barnes & Noble Palm Desert.

Three of my books, The Beltane Escape, Spell Check, and Spell Struck, filled my tiny book signing table. With a bit of squishing, we made room for my fairy lantern and some swag. Foam board posters for The Two Realms Trilogy and The Teen Wytche Saga had to be tucked under the table as the crowds swelled.

3 Things I Learned About Comic Con Palm Springs

1.     Most of the attendees were Con veterans.
I met only a handful of people who, like me, had never attended a Comic Con before. Most of the people I spoke with were San Diego Comic Con regulars, and they all had high praise for the Palm Springs event. Most were from Los Angeles and other southern California cities.

2.     Comic Con attracts a wide demographic.
Families with babies, young children and pre-teens were out in force, along with teens, and every age up to 92 if you count Stan Lee. No single gender, ethnicity, or age group dominated. Comic Con Palm Springs was a true melting pot.

3.     Photo opportunities abound.
People dressed to be seen and photographed. Barnes and Noble had secured an end booth located on a pedestrian intersection. A steady stream, and in the case of poor Pikachu—a mob—gathered to photograph and meet an amazing array of costumed folk. For the most part, conventioneers were very respectful, and asked permission before photographing. I felt like a Disney princess whenever children reacted with happy surprise when they saw me, a benign little fairy with purple and blue hair. I was the least scary costumed person 
at Comic Con. An unfortunate zombie stampede 
proved way to scary for some children.

Comic Con Palm Springs has made me a convert. I look forward to next year’s event.

Thank you, Bob, Brian, Marisol, and Brooke, at Barnes and Noble, Palm Desert, for your kind and generous support!

Copyright 2016 Ariella Moon

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Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Comic Con Palm Springs Book Signing

Meet Ariella Moon!

Comic Con Palm Springs 

Saturday, August 27, 2016
10AM until 6:00 PM
The Palm Springs Convention Center
277 N. Avenida Caballeros
Palm Springs, California

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Look for Ariella at the Barnes and Noble booth.

See you at Comic Con Palm Springs!

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About Ariella Moon

Ariella Moon draws upon her experiences as a shaman to create magical Young Adult fiction. Her series include The Two Realms Trilogy, a medieval fantasy adventure, and The Teen Wytche Saga, a series of sweet contemporary paranormal romances.
Ariella spent her childhood searching for a magical wardrobe that would transport her to Narnia. Extreme math anxiety and taller students that mistook her for a leaning post marred her youth. Despite these horrors, she graduated summa cum laude from the University of California at Davis. She lives a nearly normal life doting on her extraordinary daughter, two shamelessly spoiled dogs, and a media-shy dragon.
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Friday, August 19, 2016

New Release: A Regency Romance from Bethany Swafford

Today's spotlight is on Bethany Swafford's new release, A Chaotic Courtship.

Back Cover Blurb:
Twenty year old Diana Forester, a country bred young woman fears that her inexperience and uncertainties has driven Mr. John Richfield away. On arriving back home from London, she learns that he is already there, ready to continue their acquaintance. If Diana thought that it was difficult in London, courting takes on a whole new aspect when Diana's younger siblings become involved. She finds herself dealing with her own feelings, her sister, her younger brother, jealous members of a house party, a jilted suitor, and a highwayman as she falls in love with the charming Mr. Richfield.

“You recall I met a Mr. Richfield in London, shortly after I first arrived?”
“Yes, you mentioned him several times in your letters.”
Her tone was matter of fact, giving absolutely nothing away.
“Well...” I hesitated as I sought the right words. I rubbed my palms against my skirt. “At Aunt Forester’s last dinner party, Mr. Richfield asked for my permission to come speak to Father.”
For a moment, there was silence. “What was your answer?” Mother asked, as calm as ever.
I bit my lip and found I could no longer meet her gaze. “I fear I may have spoken without thinking.” Back when I had said the words, I had been surprised. Now though, I realized just how mistaken I had been. “I said it’s always pleasant to have someone new visit.”
“I see. Do you like him?”
Ah, there was the question. “I think so.” I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “He is respectable, at least as far as Uncle Forester could discover. No one ever had a word to say against him. I think he is a good man.”
“And yet, you don’t seem enthusiastic about marrying him.”
“I have only known him for a few weeks.” It felt good to be able to talk this out with my mother, now that the awkwardness of saying the words had passed. If anyone could help me untangle my feelings, it was her. “Is that enough time to know a person? You knew Papa your whole life before he proposed.”
Mother’s hand came over mine. “Diana, look at me.” I lifted my eyes to hers. “You are the only one who can make this decision. It is your right to refuse an offer you find distasteful. However, you need to understand it is not likely you will have the opportunity to travel again and meet other people.”
“I don’t find the offer distasteful. I just don’t think I know him well enough to accept his hand in marriage.” I sighed. “I wish I had had the time to know more of him.”
“Perhaps you will.”
I shook my head. That seemed an impossibility. “Mama, you didn’t see the look on his face when I pretended I didn’t understand. He was so disappointed. I acted as if I were a senseless, empty-headed child! What kind of man would pursue me in the face of that?”
“A man who would be understanding. Someone who would realize your shy nature.”
As soon as I pulled my hand away, I reached to pour myself some much-needed tea. “There are other, much prettier girls with better dowries than I,” I remarked, adding just the right amount of cream and sugar. “I doubt I will ever see him again.”
Of that I was quite certain. I’d had hours to consider the whole mess. I sipped my tea as I watched my mother’s face. Her smile was one I couldn’t quite understand. Why did she look so amused?
“Mr. Richfield is already here.”

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Author’s Bio:
For as long as she can remember, Bethany Swafford has loved reading books. That love of words extended to writing as she grew older and when it became more difficult to find a ‘clean’ book, she determined to write her own. Among her favorite authors is Jane Austen, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and Georgette Heyer. 

When she doesn’t have pen to paper (or fingertips to laptop keyboard), she can generally be found with a book in hand. In her spare time, Bethany reviews books for a book site called More Than A Review.

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Friday, August 5, 2016

Spell Struck Now Available in Paperback!

Spell Struck by Ariella Moon
Book Two: The Teen Wytche Saga

A Magical Young Adult Sweet Romance

Goth outcast Salem Miller is charged with fixing Teen Wytche, a half-destroyed, ever-morphing spell book, her last hope for saving her suicidal sister. But on Halloween night, Salem casts a love spell. She asks for a boy who is handsome, magical, and artistic. She doesn’t count on Fate sending Aidan Cooper.

As a child, Aidan thought he was being rescued, not abducted. Now fifteen and homeless, he realizes he was stolen because of his Gypsy blood. His kidnappers believe he’ll lead them to the Grey Grimoire, a valuable gypsy spell book. Madness. The book doesn’t even exist.

Or does it?


Aidan lowered his hand. His finger pressed against my skin, shooting a delicious tingle up my arm. When I didn’t move away, he hooked his finger over mine. My breath caught. We stayed, frozen, hyper-focused, for what seemed like three lifetimes. Then Aidan trailed his fingertips across the back of my hand. The soundtrack, popcorn smells, and theater audience melted into the background. The world narrowed down to the unspoken grief and need entangled in Aidan’s touch.

I rotated my hand so my palm faced upward. Aidan hesitated. Our gazes locked in the flickering light. The spell link humming between us lit up like blue lightning. At least I think it was the spell link. Aidan plunged his fingers between mine. Our palms pressed together, igniting a current. Air shuddered from my lungs. Magic rippled from us in successive waves.

My heart stuttered. My breath ceased. Every cell within me vibrated. Troops of fairies or dragonflies took flight in my lower abdomen. It’s possible blue lightning shot from my boots.

Good thing I wasn’t holding the popcorn.

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