Official Release Day! Road to Nowhere by Sabrina A. Fish

Today I'm excited to announce the official release of Sabrina Fish's Road to Nowhere, SHINE 13. Sabrina is a great friend and very talented author. Road to Nowhere is the sequel to Lost Haven, SHINE 7. Both her books are amazing and only 99 cents! Do yourself a favor and be sure to check out both books. If you like romance, suspense, and mystery, then these are the novellas for you. You can click HERE to view her book on Amazon.

COVER REVEAL: 

SHATTERED MEMORIES by Susan Harris 

SHATTERED MEMORIES

Publisher: Clean Teen Publishing

Genre: Dystopian Thriller / Mystery

Release Date: June 16, 2015

A terrible tragedy forced Alana McCarthy to forget a year of her life. Now she is to be executed for a crime she does not remember committing—the murder of her entire family. Lost and alone, Alana is terrified of unlocking secrets buried so deep inside her mind that she's willing to forget the one person who could set her free.

Daniel Costello hasn't forgotten about Alana, and he will do anything and everything to protect the girl he loves. But first, Alana needs to unlock her memories and find out the truth about what happened the night her family was killed.

The day of her execution is set. Together, will Alana and Daniel be able to uncover the truth behind her family's deaths before it's too late?

Shattered Memories is filled to the brim with gut-wrenching emotion, terrifying truths and unthinkable endings. 

ABOUT SUSAN HARRIS:

Susan Harris is a writer from Cork in Ireland. An avid reader, she quickly grew to love books in the supernatural/fantasy genre. When she is not writing or reading, she loves music, oriental cultures, tattoos, anything Disney and psychology. If she wasn't a writer she would love to be a FBI profiler or a PA for Dave Grohl or Jared Leto.

Susan Harris is the author of Shattered Memories. 

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TWO AMAZING COVER REVEALS, ONE AWESOME SERIES— THE LOST IMPERIALS.

By Tyler H. Jolley and Sherry D. Ficklin

ABOUT THE LOST IMPERIALS SERIES: 

In a battle for control of the time stream, the past and the future will collide, either saving mankind—or destroying it.

The Tesla Institute stands on one side of the battle. Controlled by the mind of one of the greatest inventors in history, the Institute recruits gifted, young time travelers called Rifters. Those who survive his training are sent into history with the mission to preserve the time stream, recruit more of their kind, and better humanity through subtle, controlled event manipulation.

Standing in the way are the Hollows, a rogue group of Rifters who have vowed to put an end to the Tesla Institute—at all costs. They steal, cheat, and bend history to their own ends. Using children stolen from time as their personal armies, they fight not only for control of time itself, but also for self-preservation.

BOOK #1—EXTRACTED — IS ALREADY AVAILABLE. FIND OUT WHY IT'S A BEST-SELLER! 

"Steampunk and time travel combine to provide pizazz in this series opener about a long-lost royal brother and sister, the surviving Romanovs. Ficklin and Jolley handle the rather intricate plotline well, populating the time stream with interesting characters that pop up in various unexpected places. The steampunk scenario adds a great deal of zest to the proceedings, with top hats, leather corsets and a variety of steam-driven contrivances providing set dressing. Kids who pick it up won't encounter much real history, but they'll be reading it for fun anyway. (Steampunk. 12 & up)" ~Kirkus Reviews

ABOUT RIVEN:

Release Date: May 5, 2015

Publisher: Clean Teen Publishing

What should be a routine mission leaves Ethan with a serious problem. He’s fractured—a break between mind and body that leaves him at the mercy of his Rifter abilities, which are quickly tearing him apart. He will have to trust the only person who might know how to fix him, a mysterious Rifter named Stewart Stills, who seems to have a special connection with the time stream.

Forced to face his dark past and a decision he may never forgive himself for, he will be trained unlike any of the others, to become a true guardian for time. If he accepts, it will mean leaving everyone he loves behind. If he refuses, time itself could unravel. After a glimpse of the dark future awaiting them all, he will have to choose between destiny and desire. Will he rise up and take his place as a defender of the natural order, or will he watch as all of time burns at the hands of the girl he loves?

Welcome to the time war.

ABOUT PRODIGAL:

Release Date: May 5, 2015

Publisher: Clean Teen Publishing

Stein has been with the Hollows for as long as she can remember. Taken as a child, she has no memories of her past—and that’s always been fine by her. Until the day she stumbles across a hidden journal containing the devastating truth about her paternity. Now everything she thought she knew—and everyone she thought she could trust—has changed. The truth about who she is and where she came from is a secret so deep, it will rock the Hollows and the Tesla Institute alike.

During a test to verify her bloodlines, Stein makes a terrible discovery. She is carrying a rare genetic mutation that is slowly killing her. Unsure who to turn to and running out of time, she has no choice but to turn to Tesla—her most hated enemy—for help. But can she trust the man who she’s been fighting against her whole life, or will she end up another piece in his deadly game of cat and mouse with the people who betrayed her so long ago?

ABOUT THE AUTHORS:

TYLER H. JOLLEY AND SHERRY D. FICKLIN 

In order to support his hobby of writing, Tyler decided to pursue dentistry. He graduated from Nova Southeastern University School of Dental Medicine in 2002. He then completed a four year residency at the University of Pennsylvania. In June 2006, he opened Jolley Smiles in Grand Junction, CO. Snowboarding, mountain biking, road biking, fly fishing, bird hunting, camping, hiking, and backpacking are the things he enjoys doing with his family. When life gets stressful he escapes to unseen worlds.

Sherry is a full time writer from Colorado where she lives with her husband, four kids, two dogs, and a fluctuating number of chickens and house guests. A former military brat, she loves to travel, eat exotic food, and meet new people. She can often be found browsing her local bookstore with a large white hot chocolate in one hand and a towering stack of books in the other. That is, unless she's on deadline at which time she, like the Loch Ness monster, is often only seen in blurry photographs.

COVER REVEAL: THE ELEMENTALIST 

by Melissa J. Cunningham

Series: The Ransomed Souls (Book 2)

Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance

Release Date: February 3, 2015

Publisher: Clean Teen Publishing

Deceased Alisa Callahan thinks nothing could be worse than watching the boy she loves move on in his life without her… until she is ripped from her less-than-peaceful existence in Elysium to be trapped… in someone’s else’s body.

Seventeen-year-old Claire Balister wants only one thing. To master the art of Elementalism. To accomplish this, she must to learn to control a damned soul. Her old classmate and suicide victim, Alisa Callahan, is the perfect candidate. But when the spell goes wrong, Claire finds herself in the worst possible situation… sharing her body with an unwanted guest.

Everything swirls out of control when Alisa learns her entrapment is all part of a set-up, an elaborate scheme to keep her out of the way while demons take over the realm of Idir Shaol. Her only hope rests with a boy who can’t remember her, his past, or more importantly, who he really is…

One of the bad guys.

The Elementalist is the much anticipated sequel to Reluctant Guardian.

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READ THE FIRST BOOK TODAY! 

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Guarding Brecken Shaefer—a dark and dangerous rebel—is harder than it looks. 

Death was nothing like sixteen-year-old Alisa Callahan thought it would be. Resting on pink, fluffy clouds for eternity with her gram and best friend sounded like a dream come true. After all, enduring one torturous experience after another in her short life deserved some kind of reward, right? Unfortunately, eternal rewards aren't given out so freely when you take your own life.

Required to pay the debt for committing suicide, Alisa must become a guardian. It sounds easy enough, but not when the boy she is forced to protect has a dangerous secret and wants absolutely nothing to do with her.

Brecken Shaefer isn't any normal teenager. He has special gifts that are sure to make Alisa's afterlife miserable. When feelings develop between them, everything spins out of control. Not only must Alisa face her own demons— but to protect Brecken, she must face an evil so heinous that it threatens to destroy their souls completely.

Alisa is tired of hiding from her past. When the easiest thing to do is run, can Brecken give her the strength to stay? 

About Melissa J. Cunningham

Melissa's first novel: Reluctant Guardian, was accepted for publication through Clean Teen Publishing in August 2013. When Melissa is not writing you can find her spending time with her husband of eighteen years and her five children. Melissa studied music in college and loves to read all things fiction. Melissa lives in Northern Utah with her family, her horses, cats, dogs and chickens. 

Melissa's first novel: Reluctant Guardian, was accepted for publication through Clean Teen Publishing in August 2013. When Melissa is not writing you can find her spending time with her husband of eighteen years and her five children. Melissa studied music in college and loves to read all things fiction. Melissa lives in Northern Utah with her family, her horses, cats, dogs and chickens. 

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Why Pregnant Women Shouldn't be Writers

       As I was reading over the final edits of my book, Shine 12--Storms and Spirits, I found a huge mistake. Chapter 8 was missing. Instead, it was a duplicate of chapter 7. Unfortunately, I think a few people may have bought the book before the correct version was released. Please contact me if you are one of these people and I will send you the corrected version. Or, you can just read chapter 8 right here. 

You can follow this link to purchase the correct version of Storms and Spirits.

It's really a bummer because this was one of my favorite chapters. You learn more about Memphis's mother, plus get some insight into Memphis's feelings for June. I'm trying not to be too depressed. Pregnancy does that to me already. I don't need more reasons for stress. Alas, I will do what I can to repair an otherwise disastrous situation.

If you bought the book after October 11, you should have the correct copy. I'm really sorry about all the confusion, but I'm hoping to make lemonade from lemons, and hopefully not repeat the same mistakes in the future...

CHAPTER EIGHT

     Tourists crowded around us as we made our way down Bourbon Street. The jazz sounds of the accordion and saxophone drifted from the performers who sat under awnings or along the sidewalks. Smells of fried pastries coated with powdered sugar, accented with the spicy scent of gumbo, filled the air. In the distance, I watched the paddle wheels’ smokestacks peeking above the rooftops as they drifted down the Mississippi. If my life weren’t filled with people trying to kill me and my best friend missing and possibly dead, I might have enjoyed it.

     Memphis seemed to melt into the crowd, as if he was part of the city’s beating heart. His eyes stayed focused straight ahead. I wished I knew what he was thinking. There were times that I felt I got to know him. Other times he was a stranger to me, closed off and distant. Sometimes I wondered who the real Memphis Stone was.

     We turned down a back alley where the crowd disappeared. We traded the sounds of laughter and music for silence the deeper we walked. A sign hung above a door. On it was a rough painting of an open palm with an eye in the center. Below the painting were the words Madame Angel’s Psychic Readings. I noticed that the door was propped open, and a sign sitting by the door read $5 palm readings.

     We stepped inside, immediately assaulted with the pungent aromas of burning incense and cigarette smoke. It almost masked the stale scent of cat urine. There was no a/c in the room, making the place suffocating hot. An old lamp, minus the lampshade, sat on the table. The only window was covered with layers of burgundy fabric. A table, draped with layers of the same fabric, took up the center of the room. A set of dog-eared tarot cards lay haphazardly on the table.

A woman sat in a metal chair at the back of the room. She smoked a cigarette as she stroked a tabby cat sitting on her lap. She eyed us through dark, suspicious eyes.

     “You,” she gasped as Memphis moved toward her. She stood. The cat leapt away.

     “Hello, Miss Angel,” he said.

     She took a step toward Memphis. Her dark skin looked wrinkled, as if years of smoking had sapped away all the moisture. “Memphis Lavalle?” she whispered.

     “Memphis Stone,” he corrected her. “I’ve come here to ask a few questions.”

     She raised an eyebrow. “Questions?”

     “Yes. About my mother.”

     She crossed her arms. “I won’t discuss anything with you.”

     “Why not?”

     “Because you bring nothing but bad luck.” She spat a glob of spittle at his feet. “I won’t have nothing to do with your kind.”

     Memphis crossed his arms. “My kind? What exactly is my kind?”

     She took a draw from her cigarette. “Cursed,” she hissed.

     His shoulders stiffened. He’d mentioned a curse once before. After watching every person around him die, I found it hard to disagree. But he couldn’t seriously believe in a curse, could he? Yes, he had horrible bad luck, but that didn’t mean he was at the mercy of some supernatural voodoo.

     “No questions.” She waved him away.

     He pulled a stack of paper money from his pocket. He counted out a twenty and handed it to her. “Oddly enough, I’ve come for a reading.”

     “No.” She pushed his hand away. “No reading. I don’t want your money. Bad luck. Bad spirits. I wouldn’t tamper with your kind for all the money—”

     I cleared my throat. “Actually, I’ve come for a reading.” I took the money from him and held it out to Miss Angel. She seemed to see me for the first time.

     “Are you with him?” she asked me.

     “Yes,” I answered.

     She shook her head. “Anyone with him I can’t help. Lord help me, I’ll bring a curse on this place. No questions.” She turned away.

     “Wait,” I said. “What if he leaves? It will be just me and you. He doesn’t need to be involved. I’ll pay extra.”

     She raised an eyebrow, then snatched my hand. She studied my palm. Her hands were as cold as ice blocks.

     She traced her finger down the middle of my palm and stopped at the base of my thumb. “Give me your other hand, child.”

     I held it out. She took it and held my fingers in a firm grasp.                “Fine,” she finally mumbled. “One reading. Forty dollars. I charge you extra for bringing him in here.”

     Memphis stood close to me and placed the cash in my hand. He leaned close, his heartbeat a gentle whisper in my ears. “Be careful,” he said. With his nearness, my stomach gave its usual flutter. He turned and made his way to the door.

     Miss Angel focused on him until he had disappeared. She walked to the door and pulled it closed. The thud echoed through the room. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the dimness.

     She pulled a stool from the corner and placed it by the table. “Sit,” she said as she found her own chair. The room felt suffocating with its heavy fog of smoke. I hoped I wouldn’t pass out as I took a seat on the stool.

     Miss Angel placed the lamp on the floor, making the light cast eerie shadows over the sunken features of her face, reminding me of a skull. I shifted on the seat, listening to my heart beat loud in my ears.

     “You’re afraid of me, child?”

     I steadied my breathing, willing my heart to slow down. The hammering decreased to a steady patter. “No, I’m not afraid.” I thrust out my hand. “Can we get this over with?”

     She looked at me through narrowed eyes, though a sly smile crept around the corners of her mouth. “Have you ever had a reading before?”

     “No.”

     She took my hand. Her ice-cold skin felt rough against mine. She ran her fingers over the palm of my hand, reminding me of the slithering movements of a snake. “He’s not right for you, you know. You should leave him now and count yourself lucky.”

     “Excuse me?”

     “Don’t act coy, young one. You heard me.”

     “Memphis and I are not together.” I looked away. “We can’t be.”

     She leaned forward. “Miss Angel knows when you’re lying. Like you know. The way you hear the heartbeats. The way you can see a lie.”

     I stiffened. “You know?”

     “Of course.”

     If she knew that I was a Shine, then I couldn’t stay. I had to leave now. But I still needed information from her. I forced myself to stay on the stool, although everything inside me told me to run.

     She held my fingers tight. “I can tell you that he’s not right for you. But you won’t listen. Of course you won’t. It’s the heart that thinks. The mind has no power when love is involved.”

     “But we’re not together,” I repeated with steel in my voice.

     She leaned so close I saw the flecks of yellow in her eyes. “You have a gift, yes? A gift to hear hearts, a gift to see blood. Let me tell you about my gift. I can feel what other folks feel. I can see his feelings. I hear them speaking loud in my mind. Plain as day. I see how he feels about you. Maybe he hides it from you. But he’s in love with you.”

     My heart skipped a beat. “No,” was all I managed.

     “Yes.” Her voice grew louder. “He cares about you. He loves you. But his love is tainted. It will kill you, I’ll tell you that. He brings death to everyone he loves. You’ll die just like the ones before you. He’s cursed.”

     “I don’t believe in curses.” My voice was barely louder than a whisper.

     She shrugged. Her fingers tightened around my wrist. “You’ll learn. Soon enough, you’ll see, foolish child that you are.”

     I yanked my hand free. “This isn’t why I came here,” I snapped. “I need answers. Who is his mother?”

     She leaned back and lit another cigarette. The click from the lighter filled the silence. She took a draw from her cigarette before answering. “Joissine was a client. She came to me once a week, every Sunday at three o’clock. Always wanted another reading, wanted to know if her husband was cheating, wanted to know how rich she would be if she stayed with him. I obliged. I told her what she wanted to hear. Like you, that’s all she could hear anyway.”

I ignored her quip. “Who was her husband?”

     “James Lavalle.” Her face wrinkled with disgust as she said his name. “Scientist. Forward thinker.” She chuckled. “Mad man.”

     “Why do you say that?”

     She pointed to her head. “I’ve felt the feelings of thousands of people. Since I was old enough to remember I’ve felt those feelings. After awhile, you begin to realize that everyone feels the same things. Happiness, anger, lust. We’re not so different from each other. But him.” Fear flashed through her eyes. “I’d never felt anything like that before. The evil inside that man is something that stayed with me. Even today. The nightmares.” With shaky fingers she took another draw. She blew out a breath of smoke before speaking again. “I knew he was a monster. I told Joissine. She didn’t listen, of course. And then she got pregnant with that man’s child. I wasn’t surprised when she got sick. That child was poisoning her. He knew it too. He knew what would happen once she conceived, once his blood mixed with hers.”

     “His blood?” I sat up. “What about his blood?”

     She shook her head. “I don’t know what he’d done to himself. Altered himself somehow. He’d used her. She was his experiment. That child was his experiment. She came to me, half dead, beaten, wanted another reading.”

     Her heart rate increased. She puffed on the cigarette as if it was her lifeline. “I saw something that day. Her child, her son, he would kill her. I told her to end the pregnancy while she still could. I warned her, and then I begged her. As usual, she didn’t listen. I worked as her midwife back then, my younger years. The moment I laid eyes on that babe I knew he’d be just like his father. When she gave away her child for adoption, she knew she’d made a mistake. She should’ve killed that child when she had the chance.

     “She divorced her husband after that. Moved up north. Remarried. I haven’t seen her since then.”

     “What about Mr. Lavalle?” I asked. “Where did he go?”

     She shook her head. “I don’t know. And I don’t go looking for him. You would be wise to do the same.” Her heart beat with an agitated rhythm. She wasn’t telling me something.

     “What else do you know about him?”

     “I know that he isn’t like you and me. He doesn’t feel feelings like most people. There’s a reason his son is cursed. That boy has the same blood as his father. Leave him. Leave him now before it’s too late.”

     I swallowed. Sweat ran down my temples, stinging my eyes. “I can’t.”

      Her eyes bore holes through mine. “Then you’ll die like the rest.”

I suppressed a shiver. “You still haven’t told me where to find Mr. Lavalle.”

     “What makes you think I would know?”

     “Call it intuition.”

     She eyed me. “Might try the old plantation. He kept his lab somewhere on the property. Course this was years ago.”

I shook my head. We’d already tried the plantation. Going back wasn’t an option. Our last hope was those journals, if there was anything to be salvaged. “I need more information. Anything you can tell me would be helpful. Please.” I hope she heard the desperation in my voice.

      “As a matter of fact, I do know something. I know he’s looking for you. Right now. I know his assassin is following you. He’s closer than you realize.” Her smile sent shivers down my spine. The lamplight made her eyes gleam as she leaned forward. “He’ll find you before you find him.”

Announcing SHINE 11! And the Current Diagnosis of My Life

My latest novella sets sail today. If you haven't picked up the Shine books yet, now is your chance! Click HERE to view my book on Amazon.
I have to be honest, the past few months have been really hard. We moved to a new state, and just when I thought things were about to settle down, I found out that I'm expecting baby number five. We're happy to have a new baby in our house, but at the same time, my pregnancy symptoms have completely taken everything out of me.
I would really appreciate some support during this time. It may not seem like much to you, but every time someone purchases my book, it means the world to me.
I love to write. I live for it. It gives me purpose beyond my role as wife and mother (although those are more important, in perspective.) But the truth is, it's really hard to break out and find an audience. I have faith that someday I will, but until then, I need help!
I appreciate my readers and followers. If not for you, I'd have no one to write for!

New Release! Shine 10--Never Say Reven--Goes Live TODAY!!!

I'm so excited to be the first to tell you about the release of my newest Shine novella, Never Say Reven. Do you need to read the previous installments? No. But you'll miss out on some great writing if you don't! Shine 10 is the first of a three book story arc. The next books will be released in the coming months.
Here's what it's all about...
June Brighton has the ability to hear a person's heartbeats. On the night of her senior prom, she uses her talent to track down a Reven--a Shine bounty hunter--named Memphis Stone. He's ruthless, cunning, and smarter than any Reven she's ever encountered. And as it turns out--he's also the only Reven who has ever been able to capture her. Almost before she knows what happened, she's on a boat headed to a Shine "facility." But she's astonished to learn that Memphis isn't after money. His motivations are darker--and much more dangerous. Will an alliance with him save her? Or will she spend the rest of her life as a prisoner--or worse?

Shine 10 is available here.