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In Mary Fan’s second novella from Glass House Press, a teen girl wakes up in an icy cell, alone and frightened. She has no memory of who she is or how she came to be there.
She does know that she must get out, at all costs. And that escape must start with remembering the simple things – her own name. Her place of origin. Her possible powers.
When a group of dark magicians reveal themselves to be her captors, she finds herself in the clutches of those who will stop at nothing to uncover the secrets locked within her lost memories. With her life fading under their merciless spells, the need to escape becomes dire.
But can she get out when she doesn’t even know who she is? Can she count on one unlikely ally for help? Or is it already too late for her, a girl without a name?
Tell Me My Name introduces the main characters in Mary’s new fantasy series, Fated Stars, with the first book, Windborn, due in late 2015.
Mary Fan is a hopeless dreamer, whose mind insists on spinning tales of “what if.” As a music major in college, she told those stories through compositions. Now she tells them through books—a habit she began as soon as she could pick up a pencil. Flynn Nightsider and the Edge of Evil follows a well-received debut novel, a space opera titled Artificial Absolutes (2013), and is the first in the Flynn Nightsider series. Mary would like to think that there are many other novels in her bag, and hopes to prove that to the world as well.
Mary lives in New Jersey and has a B.A. from Princeton University. When she’s not scheming to create new worlds, she enjoys kickboxing, opera singing, and blogging about everything having to do with books.
Telepaths, torture, mindwipes ... the Institute has it all, and they use each of their brainwashed children as weapons, the way they see fit. To control society, repress its people. To make certain that they stay in power, no matter the cost. Serena’s baby brother Damon is one of those children, and these days he’s so altered that he doesn’t even recognize her.
When it comes to getting Damon away from those who kidnapped him, there's nothing Serena won't do. Even if she has to kill him to save him. First, though, she must prove to her father that she has what it takes to be a soldier against the insidious threat of the Institute. Her first mission has to be perfect.
But with inaccurate intelligence, unexpected storms, and Gav Belias, people’s hero of the Watch, on the prowl, will she even survive? If she doesn't succeed, they'll never let her go after her brother.
And that would be unthinkable, when it was her fault that he was taken in the first place.
Slam is Tash McAdam’s first work with Glass House Press, and serves as a prequel to her series The Psionics, with the first book, Maelstrom, due in 2015.
Tash McAdam’s first writing experience (a collaborative effort) came at the age of eight, and included passing floppy discs back and forth with a best friend at swimming lessons. Since then, Tash has spent time falling in streams, out of trees, learning to juggle, dreaming about zombies, dancing, painting, learning Karate, becoming a punk rock pianist, and of course, writing.
Tash is a teacher in real life, but dreams of being a full-time writer, and living a life of never-ending travel. Though born in the hilly sheepland of Wales, Tash has lived in South Korea and Chile and now calls Vancouver, Canada home.
Maelstrom, the first book in The Psionics, is Tash’s first published work. Visit the website or facebook for news, gossip, and random tidbits about Tash’s adventures.
Today felt more like the dog days of summer as opposed to September, with the heat and humidity forcing us into the air conditioned comfort as opposed to lounging on the front porch.
We did take a walk to the water, where I pulled my classic version of grace that only I can pull off. I did a slow motion slide on a slippery rock and ended up unintentionally sitting in a nice cool pool of water. It was the only spot on the rock that had a tide pool too. What are the odds?
I didn't get hurt, so I can laugh about it and I was near a full on gale when my husband extended his hand to help me up. Of course, he was just rolling his eyes at my complete klutz move - which didn't help quell the laughter.
I also didn't know whether to just sit in the puddle until the sun dried both the rock and me, or get up, because now my white shorts (yes, white shorts after Labor Day) showed a pretty clear view of my ass.
That was my morning. And as I mentioned above, the humid heat drove us inside, but we still had an outstanding view of the water. By around one, the clouds had started their afternoon march and the light show over the water started in earnest along with the baritone booms of thunder that shook our little abode. I love thunderstorms, even when it becomes questionable to sit in an aluminum/fiberglass room with a laptop on my lap.
Hey, you only live once, right?
Well, this stormy Saturday gave way to some really intense prose as I'm near the final stretch with Trinity's Wrath.
Here's a little excerpt from today's writing.
of evil permeated the small road and I gathered my wits, focusing my power and
nearly unleashed the cleansing angel fire until an echo of sobs reached my
ears. The place wasn’t empty and my gaze bounced to the other buildings.
Shadows moved in the abandoned shells and I realized this was a place the
tempered my reaction and I wondered if this was a trick. Either way, I had to
make sure innocents were clear. My heart hammered in my chest, making my skin
pulse as I stalked closer to the opening. The blubbering got louder as I
approached, and I backed against the wall, listening to the plea of whoever was
of chains caught my attention and I stepped into the opening.
before me nearly took me out at the knees and I had to blink a few times before
I understood just what Lucifer was doing.
meant to destroy pulled my father in multiple directions. Bloody welts covered
his body and the image of my mother in that chair from the movie turned my
stomach. Except, instead of Frank Aris slicing her skin, it was my image.
I knew this
was meant for me to see, and the words flowing from my doppelganger’s mouth
were meant to crush my father’s spirit to nothing. I had never seen my father
blubber or beg, and hearing the pain in his voice as Lucifer sliced another
piece of my mother’s image was unbearable.
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CJ Ryan's life seems to have fallen into place, and while the backdrop of his Hawaiian honeymoon provides the perfect healing elixir, the guilt of sentencing his father to an eternity of torture at Lucifer's hands starts to intrude on his happily-ever-after.
When he and Valerie return from Hawaii, a note from the king of hell greets him, outlining in sickening detail his plans for CJ and those he holds dearest.
With everyone he loves on Lucifer's hit list, CJ must start living up to the bargain he made in Heaven, but every one of Hell's gates he closes is one less portal available for his father's escape.
Charlotte Hayes struggles to put the mistakes of her past behind her. With her focus on her law enforcement career, an obsession with stopping her sister's wedding, a lot of caffeine, and a chance meeting on a plane, she might just be able to shed the darkness shrouding her and move on with her life.
Special Agent McKinney's orders are to keep Charlotte Hayes alive. However, secrets are piling up and his balancing act between her safety and a slew of unexpected emotions wreaks havoc with the biggest case of his career.
Unfortunately, for both McKinney and Charlotte, the men responsible for her near destruction will stop at nothing to enact their revenge.
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Okay, so I just had quite the laugh and thought some of you out there would get a kick out of hearing about a little slice of what life in my home is like.
“Honey, can you take a look at this?” My lovely husband asks…
I take the piece of paper, assuming my husband wants me to proof read it – and I notice right off the bat, he’s misspelled something. And it’s a critical something in a lending agreement. Barrower instead of Borrower.
I turned and gave him a cross-eyed look and point it out immediately.
Of course, he isn’t too happy with me. I get the “just read it and tell me if it makes sense before you start doing your editing thing”, but for me, letting something like this go is like asking a frightened child to let go of your hand and walk into the haunted house alone.
Not. Going. To. Happen.
And being the intellectual man he is, he doesn’t believe me when I tell him it’s wrong. And his defense – “Spell check didn’t flag it. It’s a valid word.”
Well no duh, barrower is a valid word, just not the RIGHT word. And calling the borrower a ‘castrated pig’ (the funniest of the definitions, and the one that got me rolling laughing) is not going to go over well.
Well, we both laughed after I showed him the definitions and he went off and fixed it, but this serves as a funny example of something I’m sure we’ve all done.
Well, maybe not calling someone a castrated pig by mistake, but, well, you know what I mean.
It’s one of the reasons having a proof reader is so critical, or reading something aloud before you press that send button because we, as the author of the document, or email, or book, don’t necessarily pick up on our mistakes.
Especially when the spelling is valid.
Spell check is definitely a double-edged sword, a way to visually see issues (red for incorrect
spelling and green for possible grammar infractions) but it can also be a faulty crutch, like we see in this situation. While it can safely identify your spelling and grammar infractions, it doesn’t always know what you’re trying to say and if you use autocorrect, you could end up in a pickle.
Just look at the iPhone autocorrect examples that have gone viral.
Pretty funny in the confines of your living room – but pretty embarrassing once you send the message, the letter, or let a book go to print.
Thanks for hanging with me for a bit and I hope this provided you with a little chuckle!
In the meantime, check out my newest release, Saving Grace, if you have a chance, and look for my next release in The Ryan Chronicles, Raven Heart, coming out next week!
It took us a lot longer than we first expected. Oh sure, we
realized it was possible, but there couldn't really be that much of a story to
tell about Crystal and her troubled young life when she stumbled onto the
affairs of a pack of werewolves. Turns out there was a lot of story – and even
more that has yet to be told. But we (Dawn Michelle and I, acting as her ever
faithful advisor and scribe) wrapped it up in six parts of a paranormal serial
romance. And the sixth part of the Claimed by the Beast is finally out!
The story doesn't really end there though. Or maybe it does…
the problem is, I started asking her about some of the other characters and,
combined with our vacation Mackinaw City in Michigan, a new story began to take
form. It was something different for both us, a historical paranormal romance.
It was rough at first, trying to slip fantasy into the history of the world as
it really happened, but we think we've found a way.
So after a late night brain storming session I've mapped out
how to break out the ideas and breathe life into them. What remains will be a
single prequel book called Taken by the Beast. The elders of the pack Crystal
encountered have their own tragic stories that deserve to be told, and readers
deserve to know them.
So, Dawn Michelle fans, don't worry that this is the end of
Claimed by the Beast, there will be more to come, hopefully as soon as