Friday, December 19, 2014

Blog Tour: Reason and Romance by Jenn Young @mirikami @NereydaG1003 #YABOUNDBOOKTOURS







Reason and Romance
by Jenn Young
Release Date: 12/09/14


Book Summary:

Being stuck in the godforsaken desert is Adrian Blake’s worst nightmare come true. Senior year is all about making fun memories. It’s not about starting over at a new school and navigating a new Brady Bunch family. It’s really not about living with a sexy, arrogant would-be stepbrother who knows how to push her buttons.

Alex Montgomery is the very definition of a player. The only thing he commits to is a one night stand. He’s exactly the kind of guy she hates­. When she sleeps with him, it’s the biggest mistake of her life. Now she can’t stop thinking about him. Not at school. Not at home.

Sometimes the best mistakes are the ones that you make over and over again…





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GUEST POST – YA/NA ROMANCES:

I constantly read because I can’t not. I’m a huge fan of the YA genre, although my tastes are pretty diverse. I love romance, drama, steampunk, paranormal, whatever have you. All I just want is a great story with great characters with great writing. Easy, right? For this post, though, I thought I’d list a few YA/NA romances that I’ve read recently.

Sarina Bowen – Her Ivy Years series is set in college. The characters are sympathetically portrayed with various struggles. Despite the things they go through, they are essentially warm and likable, and I think that’s what I love the most about them. You can actually root for them and like them as actual people. Plus, the romance’s great!

Kristen Callihan – Most people know her for her paranormal series, but recently she’s branched out to New Adult. Her first foray “The Hook Up” had me enthralled by Drew and Anna’s romance. You will end up rooting for them (and for football too!). This is one of the few NAs that I’ve really liked.

Miranda Kenneally – This is a recent find. I’d heard buzz about her, but I finally managed to pick up one of her latest books, and I was just really won over by the sympathetic characters. The heroine is a real girl with up-and-down struggles and the hero is sweet and swoonworthy. I’m now working my way through her backlist.

Katie McGarry – I recently discovered McGarry last year. Her first book was good, but it was her second book that blew me away. I was swept away by the intensity between her fictional couple and the struggles they had to go through. The third and fourth books sucked me in, and now I just gobble up every McGarry book.



About the Author:

Jenn Young writes primarily Young Adult and New Adult. She used to write contemporary teen drama and romance under the pen name Myrika at Fictionpress. She also used to write under the pen name Moreta. Jenn is an unabashed lover of romance, soap operas, and paranormal/supernatural stories. 

When Jenn's not working at her day job, she drinks too much coffee and buys too many books. She loves to hear from readers. Contact her via her websiteor follow her on Twitter at myrikami. She can be found on Facebook too. 


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Cover Re-Reveal: The Breaking Series by Juliana Haygert @Juliana_Haygert @XpressoReads #XpressoBookTours #Giveaway







BREAKING FREE (The Breaking Series, #1)
(Previously titled BREAKING THE REINS)
Genre: NA contemporary romance
Warning: strong language, domestic violence, sex scene
Word Count: 110,000
Release date: August/2013
Cover: Najla Qamber Designs

Horses, mansions, tea parties, and lies are twenty-year-old Hannah Taylor’s life. To others, her family and her relationship with Eric is perfect. But she knows the truth. She lives it.

After a fire takes her grandma’s life and kills her horse, Hannah’s immaculate life spirals out of control. Her father disapproves of her decision to run her grandma’s ranch instead of focusing solely on learning the family business; Animal Control brings her Argus, a mistreated horse that she can’t turn away even though she’s not ready for another horse; and her boyfriend, Eric Bennett, a world famous polo player, becomes possessive and authoritarian. Despite her best efforts to disguise it, Hannah grows wary of him.

Then, Leonardo Fernandes struts onto the polo scene. A cocky rookie with a messy life of his own, he’s drawn to Hannah and isn’t afraid of showing it, even when Eric makes it clear she is his and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep it that way. Hannah suffers for Eric’s jealousy. The abuse only gets worse when Leo steals the title of best polo player in the world from Eric.

But the title isn’t enough for Leo. He wants Hannah too, and she can’t deny her attraction to him either. Somehow, she must find a way to break free from abusive Eric before he breaks every bone in her body.







BREAKING AWAY (The Breaking Series, #2)
(Previously titled BREAKING FENCES)
Genre: NA contemporary romance
Warning: strong language, bullying, sex scenes
Word Count: 95,000
Release date: June/2014
Cover: Najla Qamber Designs


All Beatriz “Bia” Fernandes wants is to prove herself—to her family and friends—though it’s hard to prove anything with an overbearing father and three famous polo-playing older brothers. After her acceptance into college results in a heated family argument, the Brazilian girl leaves everything behind to find her own American dream.

College life away from home is perfect until the people she believes to be her friends turn on her. With lies and rumors threatening to suffocate her, Bia turns to her only freedom. Riding. But one thing gets in the way of her escape. Garrett Blackwell and his bad cowboy attitude. Working at the ranch is his obligation, bugging Bia is his newfound hobby. His thick skin and easy grin don't hide what Bia already knows—this misunderstood and lonely cowboy fights his own demons. Brushing horses’ coats and mucking out stalls shouldn't be this sexy, and it isn’t long before he becomes a part of her distraction.

However, escaping won’t solve her problems, and it’s up to Bia to break down the fences around her and prove her strength—not to her family and friends, but to herself … and for Garrett. Because standing on her own doesn't have to mean standing alone.

** Companion novel of Breaking Free. Can be read out of order.**






BREAKING TRHOUGH (The Breaking Series, #3)
Genre: NA contemporary romance
Warning: strong language, sex scene, mentions of rape and domestic violence
Word Count: tbd
Release date: June/2015
Cover: Najla Qamber Designs


From the outside, Hilary Taylor has it all—beauty, money, a caring family, good friends—but inside she’s struggling, full of fears. Events from the past forever changed her, and though years of therapy have helped, she still has a long way to go…. No matter how much progress she’s made, Hil isn’t sure she’ll ever be able to trust men again. Especially one who sees her as nothing more than a pretty face. But Hil knows it's time to face her fears, and the best way to do that is to start small.

To Guilherme Fernandes life is about three things: polo, parties and pretty girls—only one of which he takes seriously. Gui is too focused on his polo career to waste time on relationships, however he can’t help but be intrigued by the beautiful yet troubled Hil. So when she decides she'd like to learn more about horses, Gui is happy to find himself in the right place at the right time. But what was supposed to be a one time thing, soon turns into a weekly date.

As Gui helps her discover a new found love for horses, Hil’s guard begins to crumble. The more support Gui offers, the more she wants to accept...and the more the lines of friendship blur. Despite knowing better, Hil can’t help it as Gui slowly breaks through the walls she’s built. Now she has to decide if she’ll stop him there, or if she’ll finally let her fear go and allow Gui to reach for her heart.


** Companion novel of Breaking Free and Breaking Away. Can be read out of order.**





AUTHOR BIO:

While Juliana Haygert dreams of being Wonder Woman, Buffy, or a blood elf shadow priest, she settles for the less exciting--but equally gratifying--life of a wife, mother, and author. Thousands of miles away from her former home in Brazil, she now resides in Connecticut and spends her days writing about kick-ass heroines and the heroes who drive them crazy.

Co-founder and contributor at NA Alley

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Release Day Blitz: This Broken World by Eric R. Asher @ericrasher







Vesik, Book 4

An ocean of darkness lives in the journal of Philip Pinkerton. Ancient things with no place in our world are rising from the Abyss. Ezekiel, the arrogant, mad god has called us into battle. Does he think we can't touch him, or does he know we can't? I wish I knew. The world's only hope lies in a forgotten weapon, the strength of our allies, and one necromancer of questionable ancestry. Yeah, this is going to end well.


"When did you learn to scale an incantation without a modifier?" the Old Man asked. His tone was full of humor. He wasn't expecting an actual answer. He already knew the damned answer.
"I …" I stared at the frozen earth, speechless.
"You didn't use a modifier, and yet you clearly used a minas art."
I looked up at him with wide eyes. "I could have turned this entire field into an ice rink."
"And yet, here we are."
"Crazy old bastard," Dell muttered as he stretched out on the rock again. "He could have killed us all."
"Have you ever seen your master do that?" the Old Man asked.
"No," I said. "You and Ezekiel and Edgar are the only people I've seen use non-verbal incantations."
"You still spoke, but you internalized the modifier. Even that could be enough to give you an advantage in a close contest. And the sword." He nodded at the blade.
I let it collapse in on itself and stared at the old hilt.
"Admittedly," the Old Man said, "that is not likely to damage a demon to a significant degree. There are still times where a soulsword is your best bet. I would suggest using someone else's soul for that."
"That's the path of a dark necromancer," I said.

"That is the path of a man who survives."


Eric is a former bookseller, guitarist, and comic seller currently living in Saint Louis, Missouri. A lifelong enthusiast of books, music, toys, and games, he discovered a love for the written word after being dragged to the library by his parents at a young age. When he is not writing, you can usually find him reading, gaming, or buried beneath a small avalanche of Transformers.

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Thursday, December 18, 2014

Blog Tour: The Oncoming Storm Series By Jay Mims @JayMimsey @GHBTours





The Five Santas
The Oncoming Storm Series Book #1
By- Jay Mims
Genre- Mystery, Detective, Cozy

Dan Landis is a private investigator who makes his living peeping in windows and taking compromising photos to make a quick buck. But, even adultery has an off-season, and to make some quick cash, Dan's been hired by a department store to work as a loss prevention agent.

Then he finds Santa stuffed behind a dumpster. One Santa leads to another, and before he knows it, Dan's up to his sugar plums in murder, intrigue and holiday cheer. It's up to Dan to save Christmas, find the Kringle Killer and choose the perfect gift for the quirky blonde in his life.




   


Excerpt- The Five Santas 

Abbey ran hard. Her legs fought the ground for purchase, clawing for traction. She felt her chest constricting, as she struggled to breathe. She could hear her pursuer following, wheezing and shuffling his feet. No matter how hard she ran, he stayed right behind her. And he was catching up. Abbey glanced over her shoulder. His leering grin mocked her. His clothing was blood red. He reached out for her with the black gloved hand that offered only death.

"I'm coming for you Abbey," Santa said, his voice a rattling echo.

Abbey ran faster, looking around for an escape.

"Abbey," the voice called. "Abbbbbeeeeyyyyy…"

She felt her legs slowing down, could almost feel Santa's cold breath on her neck. It felt like she was running through molasses, fighting for each agonizing step. Abbey pulled hard. She smelled something sweet, incredibly aromatic. Was she swimming through sugar?

"Abbey," a softer voice called.

Dan, she realized, looking around. Dan could help, if she could just find him. Abbey reached out, trying to find him with her hands. If he was close, maybe he could pull her out. And the smell! The smell was driving her insane.

"Abbey," Dan called.

Abbey felt warms hands holding her, though she couldn't see him. It was gray all around her. She felt herself being pulled away. She looked down; Santa was waving his arms, gnashing his teeth in frustration. He hadn't caught her this time. Abbey searched through the fog, trying to catch sight of Dan. She could feel him close. She opened her eyes. There was no face smiling down. She turned; Dan was in bed with her.


Book Blitz: Shinigami Eyes by Cheree Smith & Adam Smith @ChereeHSmith @Chaos_624 @DarkWorldBooks #Giveaway






Shinigami Eyes
(Shinigami Eyes #1)
by Cheree Smith 
& Adam Smith

Most children hope to grow out of their imaginary friends.

17-year-old Rin Waters’ only hope is that hers doesn’t kill someone, especially when said imaginary friend puts a boy in a coma. Finding herself shipped half-way around the world—to Japan, of all places—she is forced to live with grandparents she hasn’t seen for ten years and a cousin she can’t even remember.

Rin would rather just forget about the one night that ruined her life and pretend her imaginary friend doesn’t exist—if it was only that easy. When manga-obsessed otaku, Matt, won’t stop pestering her about a manga that sees the future and the tragic accident she’ll be involved in if she doesn’t listen to him, pretending becomes quite a challenge.


Suddenly mysterious accidents begin to happen to students in her school, and Rin has to wonder what length Matt is willing to go to prove his manga is real. Is it all a sham or is there really something that wants to see Rin and her new friends dead?

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Cheree's favourite scene

“Hurry, Rin-chan, we’re going to be late,” Haruka yells, diving from the train before the doors have even finished opening.

I try and shove my way through the pack of harried commuters crowding the doorway before I lose sight of Haruka. One little train delay, and suddenly everyone is in a rush. It was only like three minutes tops. Maybe ten. Now it looks like we won’t even be stopping for food, in case we’re late for Juku. This sucks.

I watch Haruka tear off up platform, ducking and weaving between pedestrians like she’s trying out for the Olympics. I lose sight of her and suddenly she’s at the far end of the platform. I have to run or else she’ll leave me at the station. I don’t know the way to Juku on my own. Not that I want to go there, but still.

I stop at the top of the stairs, huffing and heaving. I’ve never done so much running in my life. Peering down the steep flight of stairs, I catch a brief fading glimpse of Haruka disappearing down the far end of the hallway like a white rabbit down the rabbit hole. I’m never going to catch her now.

“No. Stop. Wait.” Sucking in a breath, I mutter weakly.

Well, I tried. Maybe if I find a nice place to sit down, she’ll come back for me. Like a McDonalds or something.

A hard shove lands on my back, and I feel the ground fall out from under my feet. My foot catches on the edge of the step, and a sharp jolt race up my leg as I suddenly become airborne. Everything slows and my panicking brain struggles to comprehend my newfound ability to fly. Countless stairs drift by before my eyes as I watch the concrete floor creep up to greet me. Screaming, I squeeze my eyes shut and await the inevitable thud against the hard surface below.

 A firm hand grabs onto me, and I thud into something soft instead.
When I gather up enough courage to finally open my eyes I come face to face with the broad chest of the boy—young man—who caught me. His dark hair hangs casually over eyes brimming with concern.

“Are you okay?” he asks, carefully repositioning his grip on me. His black woollen jumper ripples against his lean, athletic body as he gently lowers me to the ground. The black jumper and faded jeans stretched across well-maintained muscles gives him a look I can only describe as roguish.

“I’m fi—” I start to say, but end up biting back a scream when I try to stand up.

“You are not.” He grasps my ankle.

I cringe as pain shoots up my leg when he moves the ankle back and forth.

“Here, lean on me until you can walk.” The guy pulls me into his arms and starts leading me away from the stairs.

I glance back and think I see a certain blond lurking at the top of the stairs, glancing everywhere and looking shifty, but when I look again he’s gone.

“Hiro~shi~, why’d you run off on me like that?” an incredibly whiny voice calls out as soon as we enter the station proper, and a girl with wavy copper-tone hair comes running over to meet us. The instant she sees me clinging to the guy, a look of pure murder enters her eyes. “Get your hands off of my boyfriend!”

Freaked by the sudden anger directed at me, I reflexively start trying to bury my face into the guy’s chest. This doesn’t seem to do anything to lessen the girl’s rage, for some reason.

“Ease off, Sakura. She fell down the stairs, and injured her ankle. I’m just helping her walk.” He gives her a crooked grin and the girl seems to calm down. “You’re lucky I’m fast on my feet or things could have ended up a lot worse.”

The girl, I belatedly recognise as Sakura, leader of the music club, the one who didn’t show up to club today, turns towards me, and I could swear a scowl tugs at her lips before it’s replaced by a warm smile. “Are you alright, Waters-san?”

“I’m fine.” I try to push myself to a standing position. Away from her boyfriend.

“Oh, so you two know each other then?” Hiroshi frowns at my wobbly distancing and grabs my shoulder to keep me upright.

“Yes, Waters-san joined the music club yesterday. She’s my newest kouhai,” Sakura adds in a sickly sweet voice, still unhappy about my proximity to Hiroshi beneath her friendly grin, but at least no longer looking for a knife to stab me with.

“Found her! She’s over there hugging that boy!” a sudden cheerful voice shouts loud enough to attract the attention of several passing commuters.

Sakura looks ready to snap, and I almost tumble back onto my ass trying to put as much distance between me and her as possible. Hiroshi just laughs and grabs my hand to keep me from falling as a distraught looking Haruka and a way too happy Miki come bounding over to us.

“Rin-chan, gomenne.” Haruka stops in front of me, taking in my awkward stance between Hiroshi and Sakura. “I-turned-around-and-you-weren’t-there. I-looked-everywhere. Where-did-you-go? Miki-chan’s-been-helping-me-look-for-you.”

I can only blink as her hyperspeed rundown washes over me while Miki bounces around beside her like a joyful dog expecting a treat. Sakura just stares at us like she’s planning a killing spree and is trying to work out who to start with.

“She had a bit of trouble on the stairs,” Hiroshi volunteers when it becomes clear no one’s going to talk.

“Stairs?” Haruka stares blankly like the entire concept is foreign.
“I fell down the stairs.”

“Oh my god, are you okay, Rin-chan?” My overly concerned cousin nearly barrels me over in her rush to comfort me.

“I’m fine,” I mutter. Really, I just want people to stop fussing over me.

“Takahashi-san, maybe you should take Waters-san to a hospital? She might need to get looked at.” Sakura is casual and friendly, but her eyes still glare at Hiroshi’s hand on my arm.

“I’m fine,” I assure them, my much-used catchphrase. Even if I did manage to break a leg, I’d probably still tell them I’m fine. I’d really like for my mother not to hear of this. “I just jarred it, that’s all. I’ll be right in no time.”

“Come on, we’ll skip Juku tonight, let’s get you home.” Haruka grabs me around the waist and Hiroshi finally let’s go, much to Sakura’s relief.

“I’ll help,” Miki pipes up as she grabs my arm, then in her usual energetic way begins bouncing on the spot. Each tug on my arm sends another jolt of pain across my wounded ankle. Oh, yay! Looks like I’ve got two babysitters, one of which is doing more harm than good, to make sure I get home safely. Super.

As I hobble away, well aware of everyone gawking at the scene I’ve caused, I can’t help but notice Sakura throwing herself into Hiroshi’s arms the moment we step away from them. I turn my gaze away from the lovely scene and that’s when my eyes catch on a certain blond kid standing near a café on the other side of the station. He’s there watching me, usual manga held open in one hand and clutching something small in the other. He mouths something at me and I can’t help trembling as his warning comes floating back.

‘Be careful on the stairs’.


Adam’s favourite scene

Darkness surrounds me. I don’t know where I am. Not Haruka’s room, that’s for sure. It’s much smaller, I can feel the walls closed in around me, just out of reach. The wooden floor beneath me sends chills up my spine as a feeling of familiarity crashes into me. It feels as though I’ve been in this room before, but I have no idea when. I squeeze my fingers tightly around the small box I didn’t even realise I was holding. Matches. I desperately want to light one, but it’s not time yet. What?

Laughter sounds from outside my tiny universe, little girls laughing, as if they’re enjoying my panic. The familiarity of their voices washes over me, making me want to find a way out of this darkness as if I’m going to greet some long-lost friends.

A shiver rushes down my spine when the girls sop their giggling and start repeating a single phrase in singsong whispers, seemingly from everywhere at once, “Watashi ni hikari o misete, samonakuba yami no naka ni nokose.” Their whispers become repetitive chanting, growing louder and louder until they’re booming in my ear. I try to make sense of what they’re saying, but I can’t get past the feeling that I’ve heard this all before. Concentrating on the words, I translate: Give me the light or keep me in darkness.

All of a sudden the voices cut off, plunging my tiny room into silence once more, allowing me to hear the one last whispered warning from the girls. “Teokure ni naru mae ni hi o moyase.”

Light a match before it’s too late.

I yank a match from the box and start striking it. Sparks fly but no flame appears.

Icy hands grasp my shoulders and the match tumbles unlit from my trembling hands. I scramble for another match as I feel the icy claws dig into my flesh, turning me to face it. Pop! A faint golden light springs to life in my hands as I come face to face with ... nothing. An empty closet with creaky wooden boards. I giggle with relief.

A puff of air—as if someone is blowing out a candle—and my match goes out. Out of the darkness a pair of glowing red eyes erupt. I can’t see what creature’s attached to those eyes, and I’m sure I don’t want to know. I can only stare as it approaches. I can only stare as it—

“Rin!” Misa’s voice screams as tiny hands give my shoulders a furious shake, jerking me awake.

Sweat cascades down my back and my breathing comes out in short, ragged gasps. Pushing myself into a sitting position, the tangled sheets around me suck at me trying to drag me down to the floor. I look around the dark room, disoriented. I’m not in some dark forgotten closet. Everything’s the same as when I went to sleep. Haruka is still asleep in the bed beside me, not disturbed in the slightest. Everything’s normal. Everything’s fine.

“You were having a nightmare, Rin.” Misa’s nervous gaze never leaves my face.

“It felt so real,” I mumble as I lie back down and stare up at the ceiling. “Almost like it was really happening.”

“No. It was just a nightmare,” Misa says in a quick breath as she places her small hand against my forehead.

“Yeah.” I force my eyes closed, afraid that I’ll see those glowing red eyes again as soon as I do. My heart jackhammers as I briefly panic that I’ll have to spend my first day of life in Japan wandering around on zero sleep, but slowly I feel myself drifting off to sleep again. This time, thankfully, without dreams.


An Interview With Cheree Smith


What inspired you to write Shinigami Eyes?

I loved my trips around Japan and knew I wanted to feature a book over there. Also as a lover of Japanese horror, I knew that there were a lot of yokai (Japanese ghosts) that I could choose from that could fit to my story.

When or at what age did you know you wanted to be a writer?

I always loved writing stories for my younger brother and sister. My first story included my sister as the main character being a long lost princess.

What is the earliest age you remember reading your first book?

I remember devouring all of the Baby Sitter Club books and RL Stein horror story books in Primary school.

What genre of books do you enjoy reading?

I’m very eclectic with my reading. I enjoy everything from contemporary to fantasy to horror, but of course my favourite is horror stories.

What is your favorite book?

My favourite book is Anna Dressed in Blood by Kandare Blake

You know I think we all have a favorite author. Who is your favorite author and why?

My favourite author is Gretchen McNeil. She is an absolutely fabulous YA horror writer and has really helped bring horror back to YA audiences.

If you could travel back in time here on earth to any place or time. Where would you go and why?

I wouldn’t like to live in this time, but I absolutely love the period around the witch trials around the 15th century. Just to witness the behaviours and superstition. Yeah, like I said, I wouldn’t want to live back there.

When writing a book do you find that writing comes easy for you or is it a difficult task?

That’s difficult to answer. It all depends on what story I’m writing and which character I’m trying to direct. Some of my characters can be stubborn and others will want their story to be told that I can easily get 5k worth of words out with ease in the one writing session.

Do you have any little fuzzy friends? Like a dog or a cat? Or any pets?

My sister has two dogs, Solo and Riku, which I’ve pretty much claimed when I go home.

What is your "to die for", favorite food/foods to eat?

Japanese food. I absolutely love sushi and Teriyaki.

Do you have any advice for anyone that would like to be an author?

Just keep on writing, and reading. Don’t just say you’re ‘going to’ write, you need to sit down and write.


                    An Interview With Adam Smith


            What inspired you to write Shinigami Eyes?
I am fascinated by Japanese mythology and folklore. I had a lot of fun researching the various myths and legends, adding a few twist and tweaks along the way. I wanted to show some of the things that people usually don’t get to see.
           When or at what age did you know you wanted to be a writer?
I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was in high school, unfortunately it was a dream I’d nearly given up on until my sister persuaded me to help work on this project with her.
What is the earliest age you remember reading your first book?
I remember reading plenty of books growing up, but it wasn’t until I was around fifteen or so that I started reading for myself. Since then I have been a voracious reader. I try and read at least fifty books a year, sometimes as many as one hundred and fifty. I love to read.
What genre of books do you enjoy reading?
I like dark stories. Fantasy, horror, scifi. I like stories that make you think. If a story does something fascinating, I will love it forever.
What is your favorite book?
A toss-up between Stephen King’s Drawing of the Three and Anne Bishop’s Daughter of the Blood.
You know I think we all have a favorite author. Who is your favorite author and why?
My favourite writer is Stephen King. His stories are always interesting. I especially like the connectedness of the Dark Tower series. That larger world that contains all his stories no matter the genre makes you want to read everything just to see it happen.
If you could travel back in time here on earth to any place or time. Where would you go and why?
I would travel to 1859 to see the Great Carrington Storm. From August 28th to September 2nd 1859 the skies all over the world were aglow with auroral light so bright you could read a newspaper by it. I’d love to see something like that in person.
When writing a book do you find that writing comes easy for you or is it a difficult task?
Sometimes the ideas come really easily, like the story was always there to begin with, and all you need to do is uncover it. But still there are times when you can sit in front of a keyboard and have nothing happen for hours on end. It’s hard to know what will happen when you start writing, but in way it’s kind of exciting.
Do you have any little fuzzy friends? Like a dog or a cat? Or any pets?
I have four goldfish. I got them at a matsuri (Japanese festival) last year. Matsuri fish are notorious for dying quickly, so I’m amazed that they are all still happy and healthy after so long. Every day they remain with me, I am inspired to keep going.
What is your "to die for", favorite food/foods to eat?
I love Taiyaki. It’s a Japanese pastry shaped like a fish and filled with custard cream. They are absolutely amazing. Every time the taiyaki store shows up in my area, I buy a ton of them. They are just so good.
Do you have any advice for anyone that would like to be an author?

The best advice I can give is to read as many stories as you can and pursue that little voice that whispers “Well, what if?”. Stories are life, everyone has a story in them, they just need to take the chance and let it be told.



Cheree Smith lives in the coastal city of Newcastle in Australia where she is studying graphics design and photography. When she is not hard at study, she is busy writing paranormal, horror and dark stories for young adults. She enjoys listening to and learning about legends and myths, watching scary movies and dreaming up new worlds where monsters can come alive. When she is not in her writing cave she can be found listening to music, even dabbling in the occasional writing of music or reading.

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Adam Smith has always loved the Japanese culture, which began with his love of anime and manga. This helped him accomplish his goal of moving to Japan to become an ALT (assistant language teacher) in Iwate, Japan. When he’s not reading, writing or speaking Japanese, he is working on paranormal, horror and dark stories for young adults with his sister, Cheree.






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