Monday, 16 January 2017

Dreaming of Cash $250 Giveaway

Dreaming of Cash
Dreaming of Cash $250 Giveaway
January 16th to 30th
Enter for your chance to win a $250 Amazon Gift Code or $250 in Paypal Cash!! Thanks to this awesome group of bloggers and authors who have joined with me to bring you one fabulous prize!!

Sponsor List I Am A Reader Lori's Reading Corner Carol Ross Melanie McFarlane Books Sapphyria's Book Reviews Author Inger Iversen T. Hammond Mia Siegert Inspy Books Rockin' Book Reviews Diana's Book Reviews Author Cindy C Bennett Krysten Lindsay Hager A. Gardner - Author Laurie Here - Cont Fiction and MORE Konstanz Silverbow Helen Smith Maureen's Musings Laurie Treacy, author Aubrey Wynne: Timeless Love Glistering: B's Blog Laurisa White Reyes, Author Jennifer Faye, Romance Author Author Felicia Starr Author Alecia Stone Kelsey Ketch Magical Cool Cat Mysteries Talia Jager A Leisure Moment  

Giveaway Details $250 in Paypal Cash or a $250 eGift Card Ends 1/30/17 Open only to those who can legally enter, receive and use money sent via Paypal or gift codes via Winning Entry will be verified prior to prize being awarded. No purchase necessary. You must be 18 or older to enter or have your parent enter for you. The winner will be chosen by rafflecopter and announced here as well as emailed and will have 48 hours to respond or a new winner will be chosen. This giveaway is in no way associated with Facebook, Twitter, Rafflecopter or any other entity unless otherwise specified. The number of eligible entries received determines the odds of winning. Giveaway was organized by Kathy from I Am A Reader and sponsored by the authors, bloggers and publishers on the sponsor list. VOID WHERE PROHIBITED BY LAW.

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Sunday, 15 January 2017

My Adventures in Copyediting: Business Tips

All inclusive or All-inclusive?

All is a prefix and nearly always requires a hyphen. 

Web site versus website?

The AP Stylebook officially changed web site to website back in 2010. Web site is never proper grammar.

Get found...

There is absolutely nothing grammatically incorrect with the above phrasing, but one can re-word it to sound a little more professional. I like: Get noticed.

Thanks for reading! If you're looking for website copyediting at affordable prices, let me know!

Saturday, 7 January 2017

Bookish Crafts: Book Page Roses

Making a Book Page Rose

What you need:
- one recycled book
- one glue stick

1. Take a sheet of paper from a book. I like to use discard books from thrift stores or a local indie shop (mine is Post Horizon Booksellers).  Did you know that these places pay to have old books recycled!

2. Mark out two squares from your page. Know that these will be the base of your flower. I chose to scale their size down to 4" x 4".

3. Fold one square diagonally, to create two triangles.

4. Fold diagonally, two more times.

5. Now, keeping the fold to the bottom, draw a "petal" on the triangle. You will need a large semi-circle at the top, with a small one at the bottom.

6. Cut out the petal. The first time I did this I didn't put the fold at the bottom and ended up with a less than ideal flower! So if that happens to you, don't fret. You have an entire recycled book to get more pages from.

7. Repeat the above with two more squares.

8. Cut out a two petals from two of the flowers, and three petals from the third.

9. Glue each "cut" end of the petals to its counterpart, creating a rounded effect to the flowers. Leave the smallest two as is.

10. Using a toothpick, curl the edges of the petals at their outer tips.

11. Glue each section inside the other, from smallest to largest. Now, put your bookish rose on display. You can connect it to a stem, or leave it by itself. Either way it's a beautiful addition to your shelves.

Thank you for reading! If you make your own bookish roses, please post links in the comments!

Wednesday, 4 January 2017

YA Books in a Box Giveaway

YA Books in a Box Giveaway

January 4 - January 25

You could win one of these 3 AMAZING books sets, plus the cool necklace that coordinates with one of the books in the set!! 

Each Week, we'll showcase the "Books In a Box".
Giveaway runs between January 4 through January 25th.
Drawing for all three boxes will be on January 26th.

The "Books in a Box Giveway" is sponsored by these FAB authors: 
Kristin D. Van Risseghem, Rhonda Sermon, CK Dawn, D. L. Armillei, Joanne Macgregor, GK DeRosa, C.E. Wilson, Felisha Antonette, Melanie McFarlane, Lydia Sherrer, Katherine Bogle and Nicole Zoltack

To enter, click on the Gleam giveaway below!!

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CONTEST (“CONTEST”) ADMINISTERED BY Kristin D. Van Risseghem. (“ADMINISTRATOR”). CONTEST BEGINS ON January 4, 2017 AT 12:00AM AND ENDS ON January 25, 2017 AT 11:59:59PM. (“CONTEST PERIOD”). **CENTRAL TIME US ** NO PURCHASE NECESSARY TO ENTER OR WIN. ONLY AN EMAIL ADDRESS [Blog comment/Twitter follow/Facebook Visit] is required. This email address will be distributed to the following authors: Kristin D. Van Risseghem, Rhonda Sermon, CK Dawn, D. L. Armillei, Joanne Macgregor, GK DeRosa, C.E. Wilson, Felisha Antonette, Melanie McFarlane, Lydia Sherrer, Katherine Bogle and Nicole Zoltack. By participating, entrants agree to be bound by these Official Rules and the decisions of the Administrator. Void where prohibited by law. Contest is open to legal residents of the UNITED STATES.

Monday, 2 January 2017

How I Found An Agent: LOST GIRLS by Merrie Destefano

Lost Girls by Merrie Destefano
Publication Date: January 3, 2017
Publisher:  Entangled Teen

Fight Club meets Black Swan—Rachel wakes up in a ditch to find she doesn’t remember the last year of her life, and that everything—including herself—is vastly different than she remembers.

Yesterday, Rachel went to sleep listening to Taylor Swift, curled up in her grammy’s quilt, worrying about geometry. Today, she woke up in a ditch, bloodied, bruised, and missing a year of her life.

She doesn’t recognize the person she’s become: she’s popular. She wears nothing but black.

Black to cover the blood.

And she can fight.

Tell no one.

She’s not the only girl to go missing within the last year…but she’s the only girl to come back. She desperately wants to unravel what happened to her, to try and recover the rest of the Lost Girls.

But the more she discovers, the more her memories return. And as much as her new life scares her, it calls to her. Seductively. The good girl gone bad, sex, drugs, and raves, and something darker…something she still craves—the rush of the fight, the thrill of the win—something she can’t resist, that might still get her killed…

The only rule is: There are no rules.

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Finding the Right Cheerleader for Your Book

By Merrie Destefano

Writing a book is hard. It takes a long time and there seems to be a shortage of the right words; meanwhile, characters misbehave and plots meander. By the time the book is donereally done, edited two or three times until it almost sparklesit needs to find a home somewhere else. It needs to get out of my computer and find a real home. A publishing home. An editor who will fall in love with it, nurture it, help it grow into a Real Book.

But honestly, I've never had much success by contacting an editor on my own. (Okay, there was that ONE time when I did it by myself and got a three-book deal with a big publisher, but those books never made it all the way to publication. Not my fault, but it's a long story and I digress...) Anyway, to me, the best and only way to go the traditional publishing route is to have an agent to represent me.

Alas, there have been times during this publishing journey when I've found myself all alone, without an agent. It can happen when you switch markets or genres. It can happen if your agent decides to quit being an agent. It can just happen. So, there was this time a few years ago when I had a new manuscript written, but no one to submit it to an editor.

I had to do what every new author does and what every experienced, published author does. I had to research agents and agencies, looking for someone that I thought might like my work enough to represent it. I searched Publisher's Marketplace, I followed agents on Twitter, I read agent interviews and I talked to my published friends about their agents.

In the midst of all this, while I was querying and getting rejections, I asked one of my dear friends, K.C. Alexander (author of Necrotech) about the agency that represented her at that time, the Bradford Literary Agency. I loved that agency and they represented the type of work I write. But then, discouragement set in. I confessed to Kace at a Romance Writers conference that I didn't think I was going to sub to them, even though I really wanted to and even though K.C. had already put in a good word for me and even though they were waiting for my submission.

At that point, I'd gotten so discouraged that I didn't want another rejection.

Enter my favorite mantra: Good friends don't let you quit. Even when you want to. Even when you think curling in a ball and eating chocolate is the best idea you've ever had. So Kace refused to let me quit and told me I had to sub to the agency that repped her. Somehow, she convinced me. Despite my fear and worry and inner-doubt, I listened to the confident voice of my friend.

CURRENTLY A FULL-TIME NOVELIST and magazine editor, Merrie Destefano’s next novel, LOST GIRLS, releases on January 3, 2017. Her other novels include AFTERLIFE and FEAST, both published by HarperCollins, and FATHOM, which was self-published. The editor of Victorian Homes magazine, she has also been the editor of American Farmhouse Style, Vintage Gardens, and Zombies magazine, and was the founding editor of Cottages & Bungalows magazine.

With 20 years experience in publishing, she worked for a variety of publishing/broadcasting companies that include Focus on the Family, The Word For Today, and PJS Publications (now Primedia). Besides editing and writing, her background includes print buying, writing/producing radio promos, directing photo shoots, developing new products, writing jacket copy for books, creating sales media packets and organizing direct mail campaigns.

Born in the Midwest, she currently lives in Southern California with her husband, two German shepherds, a Siamese cat and the occasional wandering possum. Her favorite hobbies are reading speculative fiction and watching old Star Trek episodes, and her incurable addiction is writing. She loves to camp in the mountains, walk on the beach, watch old movies, listen to alternative music—although rarely all at the same time.

Blog Tour: All prizes listed below will be given to one prize winner.
Prizes listed are for a US winner only; if an International winner is chosen, the prize will be a $50 Amazon gift card.

·        1 - Kindle Fire Tablet, black: 7" Display, Wi-Fi, 8 GB, 1.3 GHz quad-core processor, with the Alexa cloud-based voice service—just press and ask.
·        1 - digital Kindle copy of LOST GIRLS
·        1 - Pack of 14 vintage-style Swan Lake postcards 
·        1 - pr. Black Swan earrings, handmade by author
·        1 - "Always" temporary tattoo

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Tuesday, 20 December 2016

Midwinter's Eve Giveaway Hop

Welcome to the
Midwinter's Eve Giveaway Hop
December 21st to 31st

This giveaway is a thank you to all the amazing people who participate in these blogs!! Without you, we couldn't do what we do. Thank you!!

A Big THANK YOU to all of the bloggers that participate in these hops!   There are many blogs participating in this hop, so be sure to stop by each and enter to win!  Each has their own entry rules and geographic limits, so be sure to read the rules for each one.
This hop is hosted by BOOKHOUNDS!


WINNER'S CHOICE! (1) $25 Amazon or B&N or Chapters/Indigo e-Gift Card 


    • Ends  12/31/16
    • US & Canada only
    • Open only to those who can legally enter
    • Winning Entry will be verified prior to prize being awarded. No purchase necessary.
    • You must be 13 or older to enter .
    • The winner will be chosen by rafflecopter and announced here as well as emailed and will have 24 hours to respond or a new winner will be chosen.
    • You can email me at mmcfarlane[at]sasktel[dot]net for questions or to confirm your prize. I do send out emails so check your spam file! The direct link to the email may not work for every browser, so cut and paste to your email interface.
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    • Giveaway was organized by BookHounds and sponsored by me.

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    Friday, 16 December 2016

    Cover Reveal: EMBERS IN THE SEA by Jennifer M. Eaton PLUS GIVEAWAY!

    Today Jennifer M. Eaton and Month9Books are revealing the cover and first chapter for EMBERS IN THE SEA, the third book in the FIRE IN THE WOODS series which releases January 31, 2017! Check out the gorgeous cover and enter to be one of the first readers to receive a eGalley!!

    A quick note from the author:

    Fire in the Woods has been an incredible journey for me. In book one, Jess and David raced through the woods of New Jersey. In book two, they raced through space, and spent some time on an alien planet. For book three, I needed a brand new frontier, and Earth’s vast oceans seemed the perfect setting for a new alien adventure. I really hope everyone enjoys Jess and David’s race through the sea, because the ocean has secrets, and some secrets don’t want to be found.

    On to the reveal!

    Title: EMBERS IN THE SEA (Fire in The Woods #3)
    Author: JenniferM. Eaton
    Pub. Date: January 31, 2017
    Publisher: Month9Books
    Format: Paperback, eBook
    Pages: 300
    Find it: Goodreads | Amazon | B&N | TBD

    Alien scientist David has dealt with disappointment his entire life, but failing to breathe life into the planet Mars is his greatest regret. Out of options and in need of a new home for their people, the alien Caretakers rekindle their plan to inhabit Earth. First they will have to eliminate the human race, including Jess, the only human David holds dear.

    Humanity has one final chance at survival. David needs to emulate Earth’s precipitation on Mars. But the catalyst to make it rain lies in the fathomless depths of Earth’s ocean.

    The clock is ticking down to humanity’s last hours as Jess and David face a world more alien than either of them can imagine. The sea hides secrets, but some secrets don’t want to be found.



    Homework Sucked.

    I tucked back the dark bang that flew in my face, shifted my seating, and balanced Philosophers of the Pre-modern World on my crossed legs.

    Squinting in the morning sunshine, I forced my eyes to read the passage from Colton’s Lacon one more time:

    “Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past, even while we attempt to define it.”

    I closed the textbook and tossed it on the grass. “Why should I even care about what some old cleric guy said two hundred years ago?”

    “Because he’s a famous old cleric guy.” Matt plucked the book from the lawn and dusted a few stray grass clippings from the cover.

    “I came to college to study photography, not to be confused beyond reason by dead philosophers.”

    Matt handed my book back as we stood. “Philosophy is supposed to broaden your mind.”

    “Yeah, well, I’m broad enough.” I could sense a witty retort forming on his lips. “Don’t say it.”

    He held up his hands. “I wouldn’t think of it.”

    A group of people pointed at us from across the courtyard, and my fingers twined around my necklace, pressing the charm into my palm.

    Here we go again.

    When I first came to Columbia University, this was one of my favorite places to relax. The grass was like a hug from home, despite the New York skyline looming just over the trees. But each semester I had to dodge more and more Jess-watchers. Why they were still interested in me after all this time, I didn’t know.

    It had been nearly two years since David left Earth to help his people populate Mars, and there’d been no impromptu spaceship sightings yet. But alien chasers still flocked to Columbia University thinking today might be the lucky day.

    “How about we go this way.” Matt tugged me away from the wide-eyed group. Several of them raised camera phones, then looked at the sky.

    It was always the same, as if just because Jessica Martinez walked outside, a spaceship would magically pop out of nowhere and whisk her away.

    “You know, it wouldn’t hurt you to smile once in a while.” Matt waved at a guy holding a late model Nikon camera with a cheap lens attached to the front. “You always look ticked on the tabloid covers.”

    I left the walkway and stomped across the grass. “These aren’t paparazzi. They’re just gawkers, and they’re driving me crazy. I wish they’d just let it go.”

    Matt laughed. “Let it go? You’re Jess Martinez: the girl who saved the world from Armageddon. Twice. I think you need to cut people some slack.”

    I stopped by the oak trees beside the library and watched a bird hop back and forth from the grass to the cement walkway. “I just want to be normal again. I want people to stop staring at me all the time.”

    “Then you better stop wearing those tight jeans because, damn, girl, I’d snap a few pictures too if I thought I could get away with it.”

    I smacked his shoulder, like I always did when he complimented me in his own, Matt-like way. It felt like we were back in New Jersey, back when I was “just Jess” and friendships weren’t so much a luxury.

    “So, when is your cancer conference over?” I asked.

    “It’s a symposium, and I’ll be here for a few more days.”

    A few more days. It wasn’t enough. “Thanks for coming to see me. I missed you.”

    Red stained his cheeks. “Yeah, I missed you too.” His gaze drifted to the tree. “Bobby says hi, by the way.”

    I cringed and tried to hide my sneer. “I can’t believe you guys ended up friends after what he did to you in high school. He’s such a jerk.”

    “Yeah, but he’s a connected jerk.”

    “You don’t need him, Matt. You’re brilliant.”

    He shrugged. “Brilliant only gets you so far. Bobby has the charm and means to get my work noticed.”

    “And in return, you get him good grades?”

    “I can’t take his exams for him, but yeah, I help with the other stuff.” We walked to the library steps, where he reclined against the marble. “He quit McGuire for you, you know?”

    “That doesn’t change anything. He and I are never getting back together.”

    “He’s trying to get back in your good graces … change the world so you see him differently.”

    I eased down beside him. “Did he ask you to say that?”

    Matt’s eyes opened like saucers. “Am I that transparent?”

    “I can’t believe he’s pretending to care about cancer research just to impress me. When will he learn to take no for an answer?”

    “So, you’re serious? You’re really not into him anymore?”

    “Not. At. All. Not if he were the last guy on the planet.”

    A smile spread across Matt’s face. “Good. You can do better. He’s a weasel.” He cleared his throat. “Just don’t tell him I said that. He’s still bigger than me.”

    I mustered half a grin when three people jumped in front of the steps and tried to pretend they weren’t taking pictures of me.

    “Wow,” Matt said. “They really don’t let up, do they?”

    “Not too much, no.”

    He stood and helped me to my feet. “How about we go inside somewhere? Is there anywhere around here we can catch an early lunch?”

    I folded my arms. “Seriously? We’re in New York City. Name your poison.”

    His grin made me forget about the roving photographers. “Anywhere quiet, where we can kinda be alone.”

    I straightened. “Alone?”

    He slipped his cold fingers around mine. “I meant it when I said I missed you.”

    Whoa. I slid my hand away. “Weren’t you just rooting for team Bobby?”

    “Yeah, well, I figure if the referee has banned Bobby from the game permanently, that kinda makes room for team Matt to swoop in and maybe win one for the eggheads of the world.”

    A flash of seventeen-year-old Matt, bruised and bleeding on the sidewalk after Bobby beat him up for taking me to a movie flashed through my mind, before my vision refocused on the brilliant med student Matt had become. I’d saved the world from aliens, but Matt was going to save the world from cancer. He believed it. I believed it. Matt was one of those guys who could do anything.

    As long as he could avoid getting beat up again.

    And with me at his side, he would get beat up again. Going to college hadn’t changed Bobby that much, even if Bobby was riding on Matt’s gravy train.

    Matt just put himself way out on a limb. But did I want to go out on that skinny little branch with him?

    A smile burst across my face. Maybe I did. “How about something a little more casual, like ice cream.”

    He held up his hands. “Whoa there. I don’t know. Ice cream sparks of commitment. We’ve only known each other for what, eight years? I think you’re moving a little fast for me. I thought I was pushing it with lunch.”

    I punched him in the arm.

    He punched me back. I loved that. No airs. No games. No attitude. Just Matt.

    Maybe, just maybe, I could get my life back. Maybe I could be happy again.

    A startled cry echoed through the courtyard.

    “What is that?” a man yelled.

    Matt grabbed my hand and we followed the throng away from the steps and onto the South Lawn. A huge hole had formed in the clouds, widening into a shimmering circle of crystal blue.

    I plucked my camera out of my backpack and joined the amateurs clicking away with their cell phones. I hid my amusement behind the lens of Old Reliable.

    These people had no idea what a picture could be, how to focus in just the right place, how to find tone in the simplest of images, and catch the perfect light to evoke the exact mood. I hit the shutter four times as the anomaly widened, expanding past several city blocks. Nature never ceased to astound me.

    A few more photography students added their lenses to the crowd. There’d be no deficit of pictures for the papers to choose from, that was for sure.

    I snapped seven more shots. The race was on. Click. Who would take the best shot? Click. Who would be the first to get their work into the papers?

    Me. That’s who. Click. Click.

    The shape shifted and elongated, swirling until it settled over the courtyard and froze as if someone pressed the pause button.

    The crowd grew silent. I lowered my camera. WTF?

    The air in the middle of the circle formed a nearly transparent, shimmering bubble. A rainbow formed across its surface; the stripes brilliant, clear, and defined. Dozens of breaths hitched as an iridescent flicker blasted across the apparition. The form pinched and molded into a colorful, swirling tube that slowly dropped from the sky.

    Oh. Crap.

    Matt tightened his grip on my hand as the other spectators stepped away. Half their gazes staring up, the remainder staring at me.

    “Friends of yours?” Matt asked.

    I shivered. “No. That’s not Erescopian technology.” At least I didn’t think it was. Erescopian ships were liquid metal … shiny opal or silver. “That just looks like … ”

    “Water,” Matt whispered.

    Water hanging in the sky. Or more like a lake … a huge lake with a giant elevator tube dropping out of it. So. Not. Good.

    The cylinder fell in short, billowing waves before settling on the middle of the South Lawn. It was there, but it also wasn’t—like it took a picture of what was on the other side and played it like a video, hiding the tube like a chameleon. Wicked cool—if I wasn’t standing so close to it.

    Matt inched back, glanced at me, then returned to my side. If I wasn’t riveted to my little patch of grass, I wonder if he’d have run.

    Camera shutters triggered like crazy. Everyone gawked at me, like I was supposed to know what to do.

    Yeah, cause Jess Martinez knows all there is to know about spaceships.

    A whoosh echoed through the open area, like the Jolly Green Giant had blown out a candle, but without the wind. The people on the other side of the cylinder lit up as if a hundred suns flooded them. They stepped back, shielding their eyes.

    My fingers tightened on the strap of my camera. I’d seen that light before, on the tarmac two years ago, as hundreds of Erescopian soldiers left their liquescent spaceships and stepped on Earth for the first time.

    A siren blaring from behind the buildings broke my frozen stance. I raised Old Reliable, clicking off shots that probably would amount to nothing, until a human form materialized within the cylinder’s hazy brilliance.

    Jennifer M. Eaton hails from the eastern shore of the North American Continent on planet Earth. Yes, regrettably, she is human, but please don’t hold that against her. While not traipsing through the galaxy looking for specimens for her space moth collection, she lives with her wonderfully supportive husband and three energetic offspring. (And a poodle who runs the spaceport when she’s not around.)

    During infrequent excursions to her home planet of Earth, Jennifer enjoys long hikes in the woods, bicycling, swimming, snorkeling, and snuggling up by the fire with a great book; but great adventures are always a short shuttle ride away.

    Who knows where we’ll end up next?

    3 winners will receive eBooks of FIRE IN THE WOODS, ASHES IN THE SKY, & an eGalley of EMBERS IN THE SEA, International.

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