Book Blitz: Lost Reputation by Kimberly Ann Miller

LOST REPUTATION
Kimberly Ann Miller
Romance/Contemporary/Suspense/Young
Adult
Evernight Teen Publishing/237 pages
Casey Hayes has a secret—she writes
the conspiracy theory column for her high school newspaper. As the editor, she
thrives on the thrill of uncovering the facts—until she gets tangled up in a
scandal.
When she exposes a teacher’s shameful
secret, threats start, demanding she stop spreading the vicious rumors. Casey
blows it off and keeps on writing. Even sexy Victor Cruz, the hot senior with
the adorable accent who chases after Casey and tries to protect her, fails to
convince her to keep her mouth shut. But things only get worse as she ignores
the warnings, and soon, Casey must decide if exposing the truth is more
important to her than her life.
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Excerpt:
I laughed at the memory as I locked
up the newsroom and rushed to my next class. I still had a smile on my face as
I plopped down on my seat in the back row of calculus. Victor Cruz, my secret
crush, entered the room. My pulse reacted to his presence, but, thank God, no
other part of me did that he could see. I didn’t want to be lusting after
anyone this year because I was planning on working hard toward my college goals
and didn’t need the distraction.
The worst thing was, Charli told me
he gave his ex-girlfriend some rash because he cheated on her. I so did
not do the sexually transmitted diseases thing, and I definitely had zerorespect
for cheaters. Not even for a hunk like him, who obviously screwed around and
didn’t care if he got girls sick.
But damn, did this guy make my
insides quiver. He was totally hot. His parents moved to New Jersey
from Spain during middle school when Vic was scrawny and didn’t speak much
English. When senior year started a month ago, no one recognized him because
he’d grown ten inches, gained fifty pounds—of muscle—and must have taken some
classes in style because, damn, the boy knew how to dress to show off his
build.
Loose jeans with a belt, black boots,
and a black, long-sleeved tee only made him sexier. And the way he walked? It
should’ve been a crime. He had a swagger about him that rivaled any of the good
old boys of Hollywood. Watching it made me quiver in places I didn’t know could
quiver.
But it wasn’t just his looks that
held me captive. He had the values of an old-fashioned guy—holding the door
open for girls, helping them with heavy stuff, defending them when guys were
too rough or mean.
If it wasn’t for that wild partying
side of him … sigh.
As he approached his seat, I couldn’t
help but stare at his thighs, mesmerized by the fluid sway they made with each
step.
He caught me staring and raised a
thick black brow. I diverted my eyes and pretended to be very interested in the
junior’s notebook next to me. But I didn’t even know his name. Ugh.
Vic slid into his seat next to me and
winked at the girls that were staring at him.
They always stared at him.
I rolled my eyes. But when I felt his
eyes on me, I shifted in my seat, fighting the funny tingle in my stomach that
came from looking at him.
The other problem was, besides being
a distraction, Vic knew how sexy he’d become. He acted so cocky and confident,
I wanted to smack the grin off his face and remind him that not long ago, he
could have passed for a ten-year-old boy who couldn’t speak English or speak to
girls.
But, whatever. He had a harem now, so
good for him. And shiny black hair, smooth, bronze skin, and deep brown eyes
that … never mind. Didn’t matter anyway.
Kylie sauntered over to him, swaying
her hips so hard, I wondered how they didn’t dislocate. She leaned over his
back and wrapped her arms around his ample shoulders, pressing her boobs into
his back. I’m sure he loved that. “Hey, Vic. Busy this weekend? My parents are
out of town, and we can go riding if you want. I’ll pack us a lunch.” She ran
her fingernails over his chest as she spoke, clearly enjoying the feel of him.
He pulled her fingers off him and
slipped out of her grasp. “Sorry, I’m busy, but thanks for asking.”
She leaned into him again, making
sure to press her boobs into his neck. I rolled my eyes so hard, they almost
didn’t return to face front. That would suck. What would I tell the nurse? I
was looking at my brain instead of in front of me and I needed an eye
adjustment?
“Maybe another time, okay?”
Vic nodded once. “Si.”
I pulled out my phone to check
messages, done with listening to the vixen and her attempts at charming the
hottest guy in school.
“Hey, Casey,” he said in his sexy
Spanish accent. He had this way of dragging out the end of my name, making it
sound like Kay Seee.
It was both unsettling and adorable,
so I just grunted at him. How else could I get anything done with him around?
About the Author:
Kimberly Ann Miller received
Bachelor’s degrees from Georgian Court University and Rutgers University and a
Master’s degree from The University of Medicine and Dentistry of New
Jersey.  She is an avid reader and particularly enjoys true crime and
young adult novels.  She grew up in New Jersey and currently resides
in Monmouth County with her husband and cats. When she’s not writing, she loves
to travel to sunny islands where she snorkels by day and stargazes by
night. She always takes her Nook with her.
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The Writing Process by Ashley Heckman

Young Adult author Ashley Heckman joins us today, describing what the writing process is like. Be sure to check out her new release, The Last Three Words!

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When I sat down to write this guest post the first time, I had no idea what I was doing and got distracted by the shiny internetz. Lather, rinse, repeat for several days, and now I’m back where I began: sitting here with no clue what I’m going to write about. But what the hell, walk with me.

I suppose this is how I begin a lot of my writing endeavors. Of course I have those days where the blinking cursor on a blank white screen or the idea of composing something as mundane as a two sentence email infuses the fear of God into my very bones (and I’m an Athiest), but more often than not, it’s a symbol of endless possibilities. That little blinking bastard can take me anywhere, and I’m usually just as surprised about where it dumps me as I hope the reader will be. 

The days when it all works are glorious. I sit at my laptop, the heavens part, and I’m bathed in the warm glow of inspired creation, a mere instrument through which genius flows. The words all but fall and clock me on the head like overripe fruit, their ethereal juiciness quenching the thirst of the clean slate that is a blank .doc file. Can you tell that I really enjoy these moments?

But there are also the days when it doesn’t all work so effortlessly. Take this very exercise. That last paragraph you read? It was an unstoppable deluge. If I’d been speaking, it would have tumbled out of my mouth as if it were one big long run on word the likes of which Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke could never have imagined. This paragraph, however, has been like swimming through a pool filled with half-set concrete. I have no clue what to talk about next. There is no arrow lined with flashing lightbulbs, no gameplan. In fact, if I weren’t rambling on about not knowing what to talk about, I’d have nothing to talk about at all (or at least nothing as enthralling as this peek into my head is, I’m sure).

I wish I knew the secret to making every moment of my life–be it writing or any other aspect of daily existence–just…easy. Painless. Natural and pure. Art. That’s what life is, after all, right? Art. And art is all of it. It’s the beauty and awe and wonder and all of that good shit. But it also hurts. It’s messy. It forces you through the dark hallways and concrete swimming pools, often with no discernable goal but to just keep going. Because it feels better than stopping. Because you have no other choice. Because sometimes, every so often, it’s worth it.

The Last three words

Title: The Last Three Words

Genre: Young Adult

Release date: November 15th 2013

Publisher: Evernight Teen

 

Blurb:

Seventeen-year-old Christian Marx never belonged anywhere but with his best friend Maye. Life with her beats the hell out of the dingy apartment he shares with his neglectful mother. Mom may be blood, but Maye and her little sister Rowe are family. Life would be perfect if only Maye loved him the way he loved her.

Last night, she did. Today, she’s dead—a tragic accident no one could have predicted.

With Maye gone, it’s up to those she left behind to figure out how to move on. Only one person can drag Christian away from the ledge. Only one person can save Maye’s little sister from making a huge mistake.

Sometimes the only way to un-break yourself is to fix someone else.

 

Author Links:

http://www.ashleyheckman.com

https://twitter.com/justbishop

Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18718865-the-last-three-words?from_search=true

Author Bio:

Ashley is a thirty-something perpetual teenager. She (slowly) writes young adult fiction that pulls no punches and rarely conforms to the unspoken rules. Home is upstate South Carolina, where Ashley lives with her daughter, working for a living and striving to better herself and her craft.

Excerpt:

“Yeah, 387 Greer Highway,” my voice was flat over the sound of sobbing, begging, in the background. “Overdose…barely…bourbon and something prescription, I’m not sure.”

The dispatcher pledged to stay on the line until the ambulance arrived, but I abandoned her first, setting the receiver on the kitchen counter and grabbing the car keys before walking out the front door, unnoticed. What was one more unforgivable act? Besides, I’d done my part. The rest would have to be on the two of them. I stood in the driveway looking back at for a few moments at this place that used to feel like home, and continued on my way to anywhere but here.

I don’t remember the three point turn, or creeping under the canopy of trees that shaded the long gravel drive from the house to the road. Time was lost and instinct took over steering, the gas pedal, and the brake, though I had no need for it. There was no traffic this time of night, when morning hung only a couple of hours over the horizon. I just drove, the lazy speed of the car moving through the dark echoing the numbness I’d succumbed to after struggling against it for so long. It felt almost nice.

I watched, lost in thought, as the darkened houses and pastures passed. I’d considered the existence of fate many times in my life, but only for the past few weeks with any real seriousness. The mistakes made tonight were no accident, no coincidence. Had any of it ever been?

Without realizing, I pulled the car off to the shoulder and into the grass, at that place on Greer Highway that had haunted me for what seemed like a lifetime. It felt like another life, when we’d been happy. I stared out the windshield, willing myself to see something real, something to anchor me in reality, but there was nothing.

I needed to feel it, this road I’d been avoiding in the weeks since. To touch it, know if there was anything left there. It felt like the natural place to make peace with all that had happened, apologize. There had been a purpose to all of it. Maybe she could forgive me. But would I ever forgive myself?

 

 

Author Melissa Frost Shares Her Top 10 Romantic Heroes

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Please welcome author Melissa Frost. She’s the author of a new YA romance, The Dating Tutor. Keep reading for an excerpt and find out Melissa’s top 10 favorite romantic heroes. Be sure to chime in with your faves!

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Ellie is hardly the most sought after girl at Noble High, so she is completely surprised when the boy most likely to become prom king asks her out. Her short-lived glee quickly turns to panic as she admits to herself that she doesn’t know the first thing about dating.

After a fair amount of wheedling, she convinces her best friend and hockey star, Alec, to tutor her in the ways of love. Only once things start, she finds she knows even less than first suspected. Dating is full of more codes and unspoken rules than she ever imagined.

Even more difficult is the effort not to cross lines with Alec. Every lesson brings her closer and closer to the boy next door whom she’s never had a romantic thought about before in her life. Each caress and playful scenario has Ellie wishing more for her best friend’s affection than the boy he’s teaching her to woo.

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Excerpt:

Ellie walked to her front door with her arm tucked into Alec’s. “This actually was a really fun night,” she reluctantly admitted. “I had my doubts, but date Alec is actually an okay guy.”

“You had doubts?” His tone was light and playful as he led her up the front walk. “You should have known I’m quite the catch way before now. I don’t know why it took you so long to figure it out.”

She shrugged a shoulder. “Oh, I don’t know. Could it be the usual behavior I see from you?” She poked him accusingly in the ribs. “Spraying me with your garden hose, burping, leaving your dirty gym shorts on your bedroom floor for weeks on end, and the many other boy faux pas you commit.”

“Dating Alec and hanging out at home Alec are like two different men.” He winked. “You’re one of the rare people who have ever gotten to see both sides of the coin. In fact, you might be the only one.”

She nodded with an affectionate smile. “No one knows you like I do.”

“No one,” he agreed.

As she reached the first step of the porch Alec tugged her hand to pull her to a stop. As she spun to face him, the question died in her throat when he cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss caught her by surprise. It came so suddenly that she didn’t have time to worry over what to do or how to react. She simply melted against him with a content sigh.

Alec swept her hair back from her face and deepened the kiss. His body moved forward to brush ever so gently along the front of hers.

This was unlike any kiss she’d ever experienced before. The few attempts she’d made of it in the past had been anything but spectacular. An awkward brush of lips. A quick, shy peck. This was…ethereal. This was what it was like to really be kissed.

Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, he nudged her lips apart. His tongue grazed ever so gently across her bottom lip before flicking up to caress her own.

Her heart nearly stopped as she leaned closer to him, wanting more.

And just as suddenly, he pulled back. He took a few steps backward with an amused chuckle. “Very good. Do that Saturday and Jake will be putty.” He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his slacks and bobbed his head in farewell. “I’ll see you Monday for the game?”

Ellie felt as if her brain had been fried. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe. She just stared at him feeling numb. Yet warmth was radiating through her chest, and she felt as if her skin was electrically charged. Knowing she needed to respond, she forced her head to nod. “Y…yeah. I’ll see you Monday.”

“See ya Monday.” With that, he turned and sauntered down the driveway to head to his own home.

She watched him retreat and tried to convince her heart to…stop…whatever it was it was doing. He’d kissed her. So what? It hadn’t meant anything. To either of them….right?

Melissa Frost

My Top Ten Romantic Heroes

Please feel free to comment and name some of your own favorites. I’m always looking for a new read!

  1. Drake Vireo – The Aisling Grey series by Katie MacAllister

Drake is at the top of my sexy guy list of romantic heroes for many different reasons. Those emerald green eyes and black hair give him the tall, dark, and mysterious vibe from the first moment he steps on the page. Drake is so interesting to me because he and Aisling have such a complex relationship. To say they have fire is cliché, as he’s a dragon, but they do! The heroine is caught between believing him a murderer and wanting to kiss him silly.  Drake Vireo does not disappoint!

  1. Eric Sinclair – The Undead series by Mary Janice Davidson

Another tall, dark, and deadly; which apparently I’m a sucker for. Sinclair is king of the vampires and rules in designer suits. He’s cool and suave with just enough sense of humor to have readers drooling.

  1. David  – The Living With the Dead series by Jesse Petersen

David used the zombie apocalypse to reconcile his failing marriage. He’s humorous and down to earth and knows exactly what it takes to kill his marriage counselor with a high heel (It’s cool because she was a zombie). David and his antics had me laughing harder than any one person ever should during the end of the world.

  1. Joseph Morelli – The Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich

Sexy cop. Bad boy attitude. Need I say more?

  1. Peeta Mellark – The Hunger Games series by Suzanne Collins

Peeta is pretty much every girl’s dream man. He’s self-sacrificing. He’s loyal. He’s loving. He is willing to do whatever it takes to make sure the woman he loves survives, even if that means dying himself.  He is one of the most selfless characters I’ve ever read, which earns him a spot on my list.

  1. Christian Grey – 50 Shades Trilogy by E.L. James

Christian’s lack of romantics is actually what lands him on my list. He is a man who knows nothing about selflessness or being gentle. He is a damaged man in need of fixing. Throughout this trilogy, the softer side of him is forced out into the open, and it is the gradual shift into a good man that makes Christian romantic in my eyes. The heartache he suffers and the road to getting him to a better mental state is what made these books worthwhile.

  1. Fang – The Maximum Ride series by James Patterson

Fang is brooding, quiet, and reserved, but he is always there for the heroine, Max.  Being a teenager with wings who is on the run from the government has given him a tough life, but he’s stepped up to the responsibility of watching out for his fellow “mutants”.  There is one memorable moment in this series where Fang makes a sacrifice for his group that had me crying like a baby for a good ten minutes. That chapter alone earned him a spot on my list.

  1. Mr. Darcy – Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

I had to throw a classic on this list. Mr. Darcy is a very private man but a generous one. Despite her faults, he is unbelievably patient with Elizabeth and all her accusations against him. He’s also got that old world set of manners that makes a girl’s heart flutter.

  1. Kisten Phelps – The Hollows series by Kim Harrison

Though the heroine does not end up with Kisten, his transition from what I thought would be the bad guy into boyfriend was a thrilling ride.  He was the ultimate bad boy with a very dark and dangerous past. He is the type of vampire (living vampire) that brings fear to the word. In the end, he made the ultimate sacrifice to protect the heroine, placing him on my list. I can’t resist a bad guy turned good.

  1. Jaime Lannister – A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin

Jaime’s romantic nature has nothing to do with relationships but more of a code of morality. He is greatly misunderstood and labeled a bad guy until readers got to see things from his point of view in the third book of the series. His bond with Brienne (the ugly girl) unraveled a completely different side to him. In a moment that would make any woman swoon, he jumped weaponless into a bear pit to save Brienne, though the two were hardly even friends. Though he’s made some very poor decisions over the course of the series, his honor earns him a spot on my list. Plus, he’s a knight. What girl doesn’t love a knight?

X5 Author Diana Stager Talks Deja Vu, Destiny, and Dreams AND Author Amie Borst Shares the Cover for Cinderskella

Please welcome author Diana Stager to the blog today. She talks about the inspiration behind her novel, X5 (Lucid Dreamers, FTW!)

Then, keep reading below for information about her book, a link to a Rafflecopter giveaway, and an excerpt!

THEN, scroll down to see the FANTABULOUS cover for Amie & Bethanie Borst’s CINDERSKELLA!!!! (I’ve been waiting a long time to see this one in print–CONGRATS, Amie and Bethanie!)

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Déjà vu, Destiny, and Dreams

So what inspired me to write a book about kids who have precognitive dreams? I’m sure you’re all familiar with the feeling of déjà vu, like you’ve been in exactly the same place doing the same thing some time before. Whenever this happens to me, I feel as though I’m remembering a dream. What if I really had dreamed about those things? And what if I had remembered the dreams afterward? Would I be able to do anything about it?

Visions of the future could be complicated though. If you have such a vision, does that mean that it’s destined to happen, or would you be able to change things? Free will and the right to choose our own path are fundamental ideas in Western society. The antagonists in my book have taken these freedoms away from the kids who have the visions, but my hero and heroine, Travis and Tara, are trying to get it back. They want to take control of their destiny, and they can only hope that their visions are the key to their survival.

I thought it was cool to see the title of this blog! “Author Laura Diamond – Lucid Dreamer” The hero of my book, Travis, discovers that part of his gift is the ability to perform lucid dreaming. The idea behind lucid dreaming is that you can be in conscious control of your dreams while they happen. Theoretically speaking, anyone can do it. I’ve never been able to, though it would be awesome if I could, because it would be an opportunity to do things you might not get the chance to try in your waking life. For Travis, it becomes even more important because he can manipulate his visions to see more than what he normally would. In X5 he doesn’t get the chance to really explore this facet of his gift, but it will become vital in the sequel.

In the end, I had a number of sources of inspiration for this book, all interlinked, and it formed the right combination for my idea. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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X5 by Diana Stager

Blurb

Being a socially awkward geek with anger management issues has made Travis Armstrong an outcast, but on top of that, he has visions of the future. Not that he can tell anyone, except in an anonymous online forum. When he takes a chance and meets with another group member, he winds up at The Bunker, where everyone is like him, and where, finally, he feels like he belongs.

Tara Gage has been at The Bunker since she was thirteen years old. Even among the residents there, she’s unique, and her special talents lead her to discover that The Bunker is not the safe haven it seems to be. She’s determined to escape and get back to her family.

When they each have visions of the other’s death, Travis and Tara know they have to run. With their captors desperate to get them back, they must rely on each other to get away before their visions become reality.

 

 

Excerpt

My foot jiggled in time to the song running through my head as I waited for my turn at the polygraphs. Travis was nowhere to be seen, and I was glad of that. Or that’s what I told myself whenever I became aware of my disappointment at not seeing him. He drove me crazy, and really didn’t seem at all exceptional, but a growing part of me didn’t care about that, and just longed to be near him. Disgusted with myself, I tried to think of something else.

My thoughts were cut short when Travis and Mike entered the hallway, both looking upset about something. Their friendship puzzled me. I know Mike was trying to prod Travis into being more of a leader than a loner, but as far as I was concerned, it wasn’t working. He was too introverted, too willing to follow along with what the rest of us were doing, or else go off by himself. Both of them sent anxious glances my way, setting me on edge, and just as I stood to go talk to them, the attendant called my name. Casting a last look their way, I turned and entered the polygraph room.

I tried to get through it as quickly as I could so I could find out why Mike had looked so worried. Of course, because I was in a hurry, things took twice as long as normal, and every second wasted irritated the crap out of me. By the time I returned to the hall, Mike was nowhere to be seen, and Travis was pacing back and forth. It seemed I had no choice but to talk to him.

Taking huge strides, I made it to Travis’s side quickly and tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned, I hesitated for just a moment when my eyes locked with his, my stomach fluttering. Pull it together, Tara! I took a breath and then said, “What’s up with Mike?”

Travis’s eyes darted around and he turned to look over each shoulder before giving me a weird look. “Not much,” he said finally, though he seemed to be trying to communicate something with his eyes. I frowned, and watched as his eyes widened, then darted to the side, his eyebrows lifting and then drawing together. What the hell? I shrugged and shook my head. Whatever he was trying to tell me wasn’t coming across at all. He sighed and opened his mouth to say something else when something behind me caught his attention.

Turning, I saw a couple of armed security guards rushing into the polygraph room Mike had gone in. Remembering Cam, a band tightened around my stomach as my heart began to pound. Security only came to the polygraph rooms for one reason, and my fears were confirmed a moment later when they exited, holding Mike in between them.

“Mike!” I screamed, leaping forward to try to get to him. They couldn’t be taking him away! What had he seen? My efforts to reach his side were blocked when Travis grabbed me from behind and wrapped his long arms around me. “Travis, let me go! Let me go!” I struggled against his grip, but it was like iron and I was getting nowhere. Lifting one foot, I kicked backward and connected with his shin. I heard him swear, but he didn’t loosen his hold on me.

“Tara, stop,” he whispered in my ear. “He knew this was going to happen.”

I ignored him and screamed after Mike again. The security team nearly had him to the entrance to the administrative section of The Bunker. “No!” I yelled. “No, you can’t take him! Mike!”

His eyes were full of pain when he turned to look at me one last time. I saw his mouth form the words, “I love you.” And then the door slammed closed behind him. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, my heart ached, and though my throat was raw and sore, I couldn’t stop screaming. Travis wouldn’t let me go no matter how hard I pulled against him. My squirming and wiggling wasn’t doing any good, but I couldn’t stop. The rational part of my brain knew that Mike was gone and nothing I did would help, but at the same time if I didn’t try, I’d be giving up.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my arm and when I turned my head, I saw one of the infirmary staff standing with a syringe in her hand. I tried to say something to her, but the edges of my vision were going fuzzy, and then everything went dark.

Author Bio

Diana Stager never met a book she didn’t like. An avid reader from a very early age, she discovered she loved writing her own stories down. She dreamed of being able to write a book, but more sensible ambitions shoved that dream onto the back burner. Over the years, she dabbled with the written word, but always had difficulty finding the right story. Then, one day the light bulb went on, an idea was born, and the rest is history (so cliché but so true).

Diana lives in Cambridge, Ontario in a house full of books. In the space that’s left, are her husband of 13 years, two children, and a cat, all of whom are adorable. She used to have a creepy fish, but sadly, he now swims in the big tank in the sky. She’s an elementary school teacher, who loves music and art.

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Cindy is just a normal, average girl. At least until she wakes up one night to find out she is dead. Well, she isn’t technically dead—she just doesn’t have any hair, nose, or . . . skin. Yep, she is a skeleton—all bones and no body.

Human by day and skeleton by night, Cindy is definitely cursed. It doesn’t help that her mother recently died, only to be replaced by an evil stepmother who makes her do gross things like eat liver and clean rooms with only a toothbrush. It really doesn’t help that her father is scared of her strange nightly body appearance and that there’s no way she can attend the school dance “dressed” like a skeleton.

What ensues is a hysterical tale of a young girl who, while coping with the loss of her mother, embarks on a journey of self-discovery, love, and forgiveness, all the while learning to deal with an evil step-mother and her “skeletal” abnormalities.

Cinderskella is available for purchase at Barnes & Noble

 

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BIO –

Amie and Bethanie Borst are a mother-daughter writing team. Amie believes in Unicorns, uses glitter whenever the opportunity arises, accessories in pink and eats too much chocolate.  Bethanie is a spunky 13 year old middle-schooler who loves archery, long bike rides and studying edible plant-life. Cinderskella is their first book together and is part of the Scarily Ever Laughter series. You can find them on FacebookTwitterPinterestFrom the Mixed-Up Files of Middle-Grade Authors, and blog.

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