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In these stand-alone retellings of popular and obscure fairy tales, adult characters navigate the deep woods of the modern landscape to find their Happily Ever Afters. The short fairy tales: The Girl Who Watched For Elves, The Girl Who Dreamed of Red Shoes, and The Girl Who Couldn’t Sing are a prelude to the collection.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Half Faerie is Coming on July 31st!

Genre: Fairy Tale Fantasy
Release Date: July 31, 2014

ABOUT Half Faerie:

Melia is an eighteen-year-old half-faerie, half-mortal who longs to fly like the full-blood faeries. She also yearns for a life that’s truly her own, which might prove more difficult than sprouting wings. Her faerie mother practices black magic and her mortal father plots to bring war to the enchanted world. No matter how she tries to distance herself from them, Melia can’t seem to escape their long shadow. After the half-faerie is accused of acting as her father’s spy, her best friend advises a trip to the Illustrator, a mysterious woman who paints intricate body art. The woman marks Melia’s forehead with a plain blotch. She claims it will call a green-eyed stranger from distant lands to the half-faerie’s side. Spooked rather than comforted, Melia dismisses the woman’s words. Rather, she travels to the mortal world to confront her father.

The fallout from her visit destroys what's left of their already fractured family. Melia’s mother is unforgiving. The punishment she metes out will leave her middle daughter torn between guilt and ecstasy, challenge the bonds between three sisters, and complicate Melia's relationship with the green-eyed stranger. The half-faerie is sucked deeper into the vortex of her family’s dark history when the youngest sister pursues their parents' damning legacy. Melia and the green-eyed stranger must stop her—or risk the rise of Faerie’s darkest queen.

Daughter of Light is a spinoff of the 14th century French fairy tale, Melusine. A high fantasy with fairy tale elements, it's great for readers who enjoy fairy tales retold. The variety of female characters, layered story, and intriguing cosmology make it a great read for young adult and older readers.

NOTE: In 2012, Nandana’s Mark and The Flower of Isbelline were published as The Queen of the Realm of Faerie Part One and Two. If you own either of these books and would like to receive a gift ecopy of Half Faerie prior to publication please email me at heidi _ g @ comcast . net by July 25th to reserve your copy!

Monday, July 14, 2014

Eating Magic: A Red Cape, Grandma, Wolves, and Woodcutters

I'm reading Scarlette by Davonna Juroe. A fascinating retelling of Little Red Riding Hood, it's very paced. (When I say paced, I mean the narrative doesn't move at rocket speed! However, paced doesn't mean S.L.O.W. either. For me, the narrative of a paced book is even. Although I can devour books that are action-packed (move fast), as a general rule, I don't like books that inch along. (Little, Big by John Crowley being an exception!) In-between, paced books tend to have a nice rhythm and speak to the author's confidence in their story.) Okay, got that!?!

Image via Pinterest/shimey ruiz

Scarlette is in a heap of trouble and it doesn't let up. There are so many questions about what in the heck is going on and who is—or who is not—to be trusted. Set in 18th century France, the novel's plot and world building  draws on the "infamous and horrific Beast of the Gevaudan attacks of the 1760s." Told in Scarlette's point of view, everything advances through her eyes, and we, the reader, are as uncertain about the events that unfold as she is. The strict narrative style lends itself to a sparseness of detail that I appreciate and precludes any info-dumping.

A red cape, Grandma, wolves, and woodcutters are all present. So is an interesting nod to Charles Perrault, the teller of the dark version that inspired this particular retelling according to the Author's Note at the beginning of the book. One of the main characters has a dog named Perrault. Clever. Okay, it got a smile out of me.

To be honest, the story is a little crazy! It's windy, twisty path encourages guessing. How will all this end? I haven't figured that out, but I'm totally enjoying this read!

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

IFB Blitz: The Haunt of Thirteen Curves by Jeanne Arnold

Genre: YA Paranormal
Release date: July 7th 2014

BOOK DESCRIPTION:
"In the armory, things can be convincing and impossible. Just like Elias."

Seventeen-year-old Marcella Jackoby’s bleak reality is altered when she encounters the apparition of a grieving bride wandering the deadly thirteen curves outside of Pennywright. Intent on capturing Marcella, the bride seeks to populate a mythical castle disguised as an abandoned armory, where young guests tirelessly battle an alliance of recluses in order to live with the promise of eternal youth and love.

Unaware of Elias Hawk’s efforts to safeguard her from untimely death, and in spite of the fact that he and the kids residing at the armory are not what they appear to be, Marcella falls for this enigmatic young man. As she uncovers Elias’s century-old secret, Marcella’s home life crumbles and an encounter with a roughneck adversary threatens her budding relationship and the existence of the armory’s residents, unintentionally leading Marcella to ignite war between the worlds, endangering the couple’s future in a shocking twist of fate.

~ EXCERPT~

A tall boy breezes in. A set of louvered doors flaps back and forth like angry butterfly wings.

“We’re not looking to expand,” he addresses the dinner party in a curt tone, wielding a knife and a loaf of steaming bread. The plates and cutlery on the table jump when he drops the bread and then slices it with precision. Nobody acknowledges the knife lifting dramatically in the air. Only Marcella holds her breath. A tall boy breezes in. A set of louvered doors flaps back and forth like angry butterfly wings.

“We’re not looking to expand,” he addresses the dinner party in a curt tone, wielding a knife and a loaf of steaming bread. The plates and cutlery on the table jump when he drops the bread and then slices it with precision. Nobody acknowledges the knife lifting dramatically in the air. Only Marcella holds her breath.

The hairs on her neck straighten as if she’s been zapped by an electric current. The air has transformed around her. An unsettling energy passes through her and collectively awakens every nerve, muscle and cell in her body. Who’s this boy no one else notices? “Aren’t you hungry?” Nissa turns to Marcella and gives her a labored expression. She taps Marcella’s plate with her glass of milk.

Marcella finds it strange that these kids aren’t devouring hamburgers or pizza or soda. She whispers, “No. I think I’m going to be sick.”

The tall boy with the knife is now walking around the table in slow motion, his hands behind his back, a plaid shirt tied around his waist. His brows are furrowed, and Marcella is aware that he’s subtly checking her out.

The skin behind her ears prickles. She’s reluctant to move at all. The boy makes her uneasy. The force strengthens as he closes the space between them.

“Ignore him,” Vernie says and bumps Marcella’s shoulder. “That high horse does this every time we eat. Have a bite. Then he’ll go away.”

Marcella notices the boy scrutinizing the dishes on the table. Her nerves ratchet. If someone could read her thoughts, they’d laugh. She can’t help feeling the boy is irritated with her. Like his comment was intended for her.

Still, she’s not sure she wants him to go away so soon.

When he gets to the side of the table where Vernie, Marcella and Nissa are sitting, he stops at Vernie’s back where her chestnut-colored braid is twisted into a fancy bun.

Marcella glances at the floor and sees his slippers. She gulps as the realization hits her.

“Be nice,” Vernie hisses at the boy. She gasps when he slaps his knife down on the table in front of her full plate.

“I’ll clue you in. That’s Mammoth Red Rock cabbage with Gala apple slices. Snapped the neck right off that turkey myself. Dig in already,” he says with a hint of brag and a hint of irritation that she hasn’t eaten much because her tongue has been running. The boy’s voice is deep, yet youthful.

Marcella blushes when he speaks. The blood filling her cheeks is painful. Her stomach is so mixed up she can’t eat to save her own life. With hopes he won’t address her empty plate, the damage she caused in his room, she tries to appear invisible. But she can never be invisible. She’s more obvious surrounded by her peers than the sun shining in a cloudless sky.

The boy continues on his loop around the feast. He’s not the older man Marcella took him for. He’s Elias Hawk—a boy who’s merely the ripe old age of nineteen.

The hairs on her neck straighten as if she’s been zapped by an electric current. The air has transformed around her. An unsettling energy passes through her and collectively awakens every nerve, muscle and cell in her body. Who’s this boy no one else notices? “Aren’t you hungry?” Nissa turns to Marcella and gives her a labored expression. She taps Marcella’s plate with her glass of milk. Marcella finds it strange that these kids aren’t devouring hamburgers or pizza or soda. She whispers, “No. I think I’m going to be sick.”

The tall boy with the knife is now walking around the table in slow motion, his hands behind his back, a plaid shirt tied around his waist. His brows are furrowed, and Marcella is aware that he’s subtly checking her out. The skin behind her ears prickles. She’s reluctant to move at all. The boy makes her uneasy. The force strengthens as he closes the space between them.

“Ignore him,” Vernie says and bumps Marcella’s shoulder. “That high horse does this every time we eat. Have a bite. Then he’ll go away.” Marcella notices the boy scrutinizing the dishes on the table. Her nerves ratchet. If someone could read her thoughts, they’d laugh. She can’t help feeling the boy is irritated with her. Like his comment was intended for her.

Still, she’s not sure she wants him to go away so soon.

When he gets to the side of the table where Vernie, Marcella and Nissa are sitting, he stops at Vernie’s back where her chestnut-colored braid is twisted into a fancy bun.

Marcella glances at the floor and sees his slippers. She gulps as the realization hits her.

“Be nice,” Vernie hisses at the boy. She gasps when he slaps his knife down on the table in front of her full plate.

“I’ll clue you in. That’s Mammoth Red Rock cabbage with Gala apple slices. Snapped the neck right off that turkey myself. Dig in already,” he says with a hint of brag and a hint of irritation that she hasn’t eaten much because her tongue has been running. The boy’s voice is deep, yet youthful.

Marcella blushes when he speaks. The blood filling her cheeks is painful. Her stomach is so mixed up she can’t eat to save her own life. With hopes he won’t address her empty plate, the damage she caused in his room, she tries to appear invisible. But she can never be invisible. She’s more obvious surrounded by her peers than the sun shining in a cloudless sky.

The boy continues on his loop around the feast. He’s not the older man Marcella took him for. He’s Elias Hawk—a boy who’s merely the ripe old age of nineteen.
~ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ~

Jeanne Arnold is an author of young adult romance. At a young age she found her creative outlet in art, and for years her fictional characters came to life in drawings and paintings, until they demanded a voice. Now they grace the pages of her stories. Jeanne shares her time with her fictional teenage counterparts and her human family in Central New York. STUBBORN is available in ebook, print and audiobook at all major online retailers. Look for THE HAUNT OF THIRTEEN CURVES in July 2014 and JUST AS STUBBORN, the second installment in the STUBBORN series, in January 2015.
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Monday, July 7, 2014

The Girl Who Watched For Elves is Free thru July 11th!

About The Girl Who Watched for Elves:

There are hidden treasures in every life.

Divorce is a traumatic occurrence in a child's life. Add in an evil stepmother and a passive, turn-his-head-the-other-way father and you've got a waking nightmare. That's the childhood a young woman relives as she spends an afternoon with a tarot reader. Caught in a web of past memories, she remembers how she turned to fairy tales for hope, "The Elves and The Shoemaker" in particular.

She half-believed elves would come to her aid too...

In her deepest heart, "The Girl Who Watched for Elves" yearns to love and trust herself. Her poignant journey--and determined search for a Happily Ever After in the real world--is a story of awakening to life's magic.

~ Excerpt ~

“You were betrayed,” he said. “Sacrificed.” He pointed to the next card, a cartoon heart pierced with three swords. Behind the central image, dark clouds roiled and visible tears, identical to those drawn on The Moon, fell from a thunderous sky.

The young woman appreciated how the tears on both cards were the same. They gave the cards, and the story of her life the tarot reading was telling her, a continuity she often longed for.