Friday, November 2, 2018

Blog Tour + Guest Post + Giveaway - The Edge Rules (The Rules Series, #3) by Melanie Hooyenga


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Blurb:

Being a bully isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

Sixteen-year old Brianna had everything she wanted: money to ski 
all over the world, underlings to do her bidding, and parents who 
gave her every freedom—as long as she played by their rules. But 
when she’s busted shoplifting and assigned to the Chain Gang, she 
ditches her shallow ways and realizes being herself is easier than 
manipulating people.

Forced to partner with kids she’d never dream of befriending, 
including Xavier, a boy who makes her pulse go into hyperdrive, 
Brianna vows to be a better person. Breaking Old Brianna’s habits 
isn’t easy, but her infatuation with Xavier—someone her
parents would never approve of—motivates her to keep trying.

Even when he convinces her to trade her swanky skis for a 
beat-up snowboard.

Brianna lets go of her need to control everything and finally starts to 
feel free—until her past threatens to jeopardize her first real 
chance at love. She discovers balancing on the edge is as 
challenging in life as it is in snowboarding, and when a new friend 
is in trouble, Brianna must decide between the superficial things that 
used to be her world and putting her friend’s safety before herself.





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If I Knew Then What I Know Now About Writing


I started writing seriously in 2007, published my first novel at the end 
of 2012, and since then have published six novels. But I’ve written a 
total of eight novels and one memoir. I didn’t publish my first two 
novels because, well, they weren’t good enough. I needed more 
practice. As much as I didn’t want to hear it back then, my writing 
needed work—heck, I needed work—and I wish I’d known 
a few things back when I first started.


It’s not a race
When you first set out to write a novel, it’s scary and exciting and 
the words flow faster than you can type. But sooner or later, you’ll 
hit a wall and the gushing flow will become a slow drip that slowly 
drives you crazy. Or maybe that’s just me. 

Most writers I know struggle with the middle of the first draft, and 
the best way I’ve found to plod through is to have an outline and a 
daily word goal. Neither will guarantee success—that’s where I’ve learned to go easy on myself on the days I don’t 
reach my goals—but breaking a novel into manageable parts 
(500-1000 words per day) makes the end goal less scary. As the 
adage goes, if you write one page a day, you’ll have a book in a year. 
It can seem like a long time, and that’s why we have to pace ourselves.


It’s not a competition—and stop comparing yourself to 
other writers
It may feel like it, especially when all your friends are signing agents 
or getting book deals or hitting the bestseller lists, but no two writers
have the exact same circumstances. I, like many others, have a day 
job, but I don’t have children, and I marvel at how those with children 
AND day jobs also manage to write. Lately I’ve averaged writing and 
publishing one book per year, and my friends often congratulate me 
for being prolific. Meanwhile, I’m in several online writing groups 
with authors who write and publish multiple books per year (some as 
many as one per month) and I feel like a complete failure.

If you let yourself get swept up in comparisons, you’ll psyche yourself 
out and struggle to write. So stop comparing yourself to other writers. 
Not your process, your pace, your style—nothing. Yes, it’s beneficial to read heavily in your genre to know 
what others are doing, but only you can write the story inside you.


It’ll get easier
When I decided to write my first novel, I had NO idea what I was doing. 
I had a rough outline, a pen and notebook (because I wrote my first novel 
by hand), and a lot of doubt that I could actually WRITE A NOVEL. 
But I did it. Then I did it again. For my second novel, I joined NaNoWriMo 
[link: nanowrimo.org] and learned a lot about myself in the process:
- I can write 1000 words in 45-60 minutes when I’m really on a roll
- I can rarely write more than 1000 words in one sitting
- I must break up my writing sessions if I plan to write more than 1000 
words per day.
When I’m not participating in NaNo, my daily goal is 1000 words, and I 
can usually accomplish that in the morning before my day job.


It’ll always be hard
That said, writing a novel is still a lot of work. Hard work. Like anything 
in life, it will get easier the more you do it, but I promise you that every 
author out there—whether they’re a NYT bestseller or floundering 
below the mid-list—has days when she wonders why she ever 
thought writing was a good idea. I outline and do character 
development before I write, and it helps, but there’s always the 
lingering doubt that this time it might not work and I worry I’ll never 
get through the first draft.

Take solace in knowing we’ve all been there, and we’ll be there again. 


Nothing compares to finishing a novel
Okay, I may have discovered this the first time I wrote those magical 
words, The End, but it never gets old. If you’ve written—or even 
attempted—to write a novel, you know what a commitment it is. 
And we’ve all had people tell us how they’d love to write a novel, if 
only they had the time. Whenever someone says that to me, I gently 
remind them that we all have the same number of hours in a day, it’s 
all in how we prioritize that time. I watch very few TV shows, I don’t 
read nearly as much as I’d like, and my house isn’t the cleanest, all 
because I protect my daily writing time. I feel my best when I’m 
writing, and I look forward to the next The End.








About the Author

 
 


Multi-award winning young adult author Melanie Hooyenga 
first started writing as a teenager and finds she still relates best to 
that age group. She has lived in Washington DC, Chicago, and 7Mexico, but has finally settled down in her home state of 
Michigan. When not at her day job as a Communications Director at 
a nonprofit, you can find Melanie attempting to wrangle her 
Miniature Schnauzer Owen and playing every sport imaginable with 
her husband Jeremy.

  











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Thursday, November 1, 2018

Book Blitz + Giveaway - When Stars Come Out by Scarlett St. Clair




When Stars Come Out by Scarlett St. Clair
Publication date: October 31st 2018
Genres: Urban Fantasy, Young Adult


Anora Silby can see the dead and turn spirits into gold coins, two things she would prefer to keep secret as she tries to lead a normal life at her new school. After all, she didn’t change her identity for nothing.

As it turns out, hiding her weirdness is just one of many challenges. By the end of her first day, she’s claimed the soul of a dead girl on campus and lost the coin. Turns out, the coin gives others the ability to steal souls, and when a classmate ends up dead, there’s no mistaking the murder weapon.

Navigating the loss of her Poppa, her mother’s unpredictable behavior, and Roundtable, an anonymous student gossip app threatening to expose her, are hard enough. Now she must find the person who stole her coin before more lives are lost, but that means making herself a target for the Order, an organization that governs the dead on Earth–and they want Anora and her powers for themselves.




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A woman with blond hair and a pink blazer smiles at me.
“Can I help you?” Her voice sounds robotic, filtered through the round metal intercom.
“I’m new. I don’t have my schedule—”
“Oh! You must be Anora Silby!” She retrieves a folder from her desk and hands it to me via a small opening at the bottom of the glass barrier. “Inside you will find your schedule and your student handbook.”
I open the folder and stare at the materials. My schedule sits on top. I have already zoned in on my first hour: trigonometry…a.k.a. Hell.
“Be sure you are aware of curfew.”
“Oh, I don’t live on campus.”
“Curfew is countywide,” she advises. “No one’s to be outside after midnight.”
“Why?”
It takes the lady a moment to realize I’ve asked her a question. She blinks.
“It’s always been like that. Since the twenties. You know, after the murders.”
“No, actually…I don’t know,” I wave my folder around to remind her I’m the new girl.
“It’s nothing to be worried about,” the lady assures me. “There haven’t been any murders since then. The curfew’s just in place as…a precaution. It’s best if it’s obeyed.”
She says it like a warning, like she thinks I’m one to break the rules. I can understand curfew for campus, but why is it countywide?
“Would you like a guide to help you find your classes?” Her voice brightens, her smile intensifies. It looks fake, and I get the sense I’m not welcome anymore.
“Uh, sure.”
It’ll be nice to have a map of this place in case I get lost trying to avoid the dead. The lady disappears from view and I take a closer look at the pictures on the wall. I’m partly hopeful I’ll see a picture of the girl outside in one of the photos, but I don’t find her. The images are mostly of buildings on campus in their prime. Gold plates beneath the frames indicate the year they were built. My favorite is Rosewater—that sounds calming.
I run my fingers over the cold metal, tracing the name.
“You must be Anora Silby.” The voice is energetic and warm, but it startles me. I tear my hand away from the plate as if I’ve been caught stealing and yelp, twisting to find a boy standing beside me. He has striking blue eyes and sharp features. My gaze drops to his lips, which are initially pulled into a smile until I face him, then it falters.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
I study him for a moment—lively eyes, faint color in his cheeks, and…warmth. He’s definitely alive. I guess I stare too long because he clears his throat and says, “Can I help you find your classes?”
“Oh…um…the lady was getting me a map.”
A smile stretches across his face again, brightening his expression. “I’m your map.” He extends his hand to me, keeping the other in his pocket. “Shy.”
I stare at his hand, confused—did he just call me shy?
“Excuse me?”
He chuckles under his breath. “It’s my name—Shy Savior.”
“Oh.” My cheeks flame and I want to hide. I fumble as I cradle my folder in my arm and reach for his hand. “Anora Silby…er…I guess you knew that.”
“Yeah,” he breathes, and then quickly adds, “But that’s okay. You have a nice name.”
He doesn’t move his gaze from mine as he shakes my hand firmly, and it is a little unnerving, especially since the pigment of his eyes is so concentrated—seriously, he has to be wearing contacts.
“Um, are you going to let go of my hand?”
“Sorry.” He drops my hand and snakes his behind his neck. “It’s just…have we met?”
I laugh. “No. I think I would remember you, Blue Eyes.”
Shy smiles and turns the faintest shade of pink. “You just feel so familiar.”
“I hope I’m familiar in a good way.”
God. I’d have to say that, wouldn’t I?
I’m breaking my second rule: Absolutely no boys.
“Yes.” He narrows those gorgeous eyes and my resolve weakens. “Yes, only in a good way.”
I inhale and hug myself, feeling self-conscious.
“Mr. Savior, I think it’s about time Miss Silby made it to class,” the lady in the pink blazer advises from the counter.
Shy turns and smiles at her. “Yes. Sorry, Mrs. Cole.” He looks at me, clearing his throat. “So, what’s your first class?”
I’m glad the distraction gives me a reason to look away from him because my cheeks are on fire. I open my folder to look at my schedule. I’d seen it a few minutes ago but now, I can’t remember anything.
“Um, Mr. Val, trig … in Walcourt?”
Shy laughs.
“What?” I lean away to get a good look at his face, but he just shakes his head, eyes focused on my schedule.
“Nothing—what’s your locker number?”
Forty-four.
Shy directs me out of the lobby, down a hallway flanked with a large trophy case and a couple bulletin boards covered with flyers for homecoming.
“The lockers, dorms, and cafeteria are all located here in Emerson,” he explains. “It’s a little inconvenient, but you just have to make sure you have everything you need for your first four classes before lunch,” he pauses and nods to my locker, then the one next to it. “That one’s mine.”
I smile at him and it feels like I’m falling into a trap. “I guess I’ll see more of you, then?”
“Yeah.” He grins, showing his teeth, and runs a hand through his blond hair. I like the way his eyes crinkle at the sides when he smiles, all things I shouldn’t notice about him, considering my rules. “Yeah, you will.”




Author Bio

Scarlett St. Clair lives in Oklahoma with her husband. She has a Master's degree in Library Science and Information Studies and spends a lot of time researching reincarnation, unsolved murders and Greek mythology-all of which made it into her debut novel, When Stars Come Out.












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