Thursday, December 27, 2018

Silver Dagger Tours + Giveaway + Excerpt:: Head Over Feet in Love

Head Over Feet in Love

by Patti F. Smith
Genre: Chick-Lit, Romance

Rebecca Slater is running away from a stay in a mental health facility, a writing career that never got off the ground, and a dying best friend. She has nowhere to go, but nothing can stop her—until she crashes her car into a tree, possibly on purpose, but probably not. Without a cell phone and in a strange town, Becca starts knocking on doors, looking for someone to help her. The only person who answers her call is Mike Riley.

Becca and Mike begin a friendship that neither realizes they need. A firebrand feminist devoted to all things Generation X, Becca shares her unique life view with Mike and finds an ally in the reclusive and shy man. Becca tells him her story and the pair falls in love slowly, and then passionately, realizing that two lost souls have finally found each other.

When Becca thinks Mike is dead, she impulsively runs away again, this time to a place where she thinks no one will ever find her. She prepares for a life without her true love, but committed to remaining mentally healthy and strong, continuing her story that she now believes will have an unhappy ending.

But will it? 

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I’m driving away. I’m driving away as fast and as far as I can. I’m never going back. I’m going to drive until I get so far up north that no one will ever find me. I’m going to—
Except that I’m not. I can’t leave home now. Not with my best friend in a coma, not with my parents tripped out, not with all that’s going on. Not with bipolar disorder and anxiety and everything else. I’m still driving away, mind you, but I’ll have to go back. As soon as the rain lets up, I’ll turn around and head back to US-23. It’s really pouring though, and I don’t like driving in the rain, so I might have to find a hotel and stay the night. I’ll have to call my parents, except I don’t have a phone anymore, and with Rick in the hospital, it all means—
It means that I have no way to call anyone when my car hits the tree.
Goddamn it! My air bag merrily pops out at me, and I start to cough as I inhale the powder that comes out with it. Without thinking about whether or not I might be hurt, I throw open the door and climb out of my Jeep.
As the rain soaks me, I look at my Jeep and let out a groan. Goddamn it. Steam pours out of the engine, and the car wheezes. Shit. Don’t cars sometimes explode in the movies when steam is rushing out of them? This could suck.
I grab my purse and Red Wings jersey out of the car, cautiously backing away. I reach for my cell phone before remembering that it had been with Rick when his canoe upended on the Huron River, and it changed everything. Shit.

Okay, Becca, don’t panic. Don’t panic. Think. Where are the nearest houses where you can—
The car burps, and smoke puffs from under the hood. I swear the Jeep looks mad. It belches again and then kinda rumbles at me. One headlight winks at me before it goes out. The Jeep makes a noise I have never heard it make before.
Okay, now we panic.
I turn and run up the nearest driveway. I pound on the door, but no one answers. “Help!” I call, before remembering the self-defense course my mom made me take in seventh grade, which had taught me that people respond well to shouts of “fire,” but not so well to shouts for “help.” “Fire!” I call helpfully.
Well, screw you, too!” I say to the door before racing to the next house where again I pound and pound.
Finally, a voice says, “What do you want?”
I squint in through the window to see a tiny elderly man. “The phone!” I yelp.
What do you want?” he repeats, as if I haven’t spoken.
The—this!”  I mimic a phone by putting my thumb to my ear and my pinky to my mouth. He still looks confused, so I start talking into my pinky like a fool. I remember an improv teacher saying that you shouldn’t imitate a phone that way lest people think you are talking into your finger like a dork, so I pretend that I have an old timey Star Trek communicator and start talking in a Captain Kirk voice.
The man shakes his head and says, “You don’t make any sense, girly. You go away now.”
I wonder if I really don’t make any sense, or if he’s just offended by my James T. Kirk impression. I walk off the porch and feel something hit my face. I look up and realize it’s hailing. Oh, nice. I put the Wings jersey on, because surely this will stop the ice from hitting me.
I race down the hill and up the block. It takes eons to reach the next driveway. I’m out of breath, but I start to race up toward the house on the hill. I climb and climb before I realize that I have, indeed, picked the steepest driveway. Because of course I did.
Damn, this hill is steep. I wish I hadn’t decided to run away. I wish Ricky had eaten better and hadn’t screwed up his heart. I wish I had my cell phone. I wish I could call my parents. I wish. I know, I know, if wishes were horses ... a saying I never really quite understood, but whatever.
The house on the hill enters my line of vision and I stand, contemplating it. Big, dark brick. Two stories, with black shutters on all eight windows. If I had gone into architecture instead of law, I would know the style. As it is, my brain can only conjure up images like the enormous land contract or mortgage on the house. Hell, if that shit had cropped up on the Bar, maybe I would have passed it.
My thoughts of property law flutter away when I notice a curtain move in the big bay window, as if someone inside has just peeked out. Oh yeah, baby—the doctor is in.
I take a breath and run up to the door. One sign reads, “No Peddlers or Solicitors”, because peddlers are really a thing these days. Another warns of “No Trespassing! This means YOU.”
Bite me,” I mutter, and punch the bell. Come on, my man! If you rustle that curtain, you can open that door. “I need help! I crashed my Jeep down the hill there. I need a phone.”
Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz. The hail picks up and blows onto the porch, pummeling me. The more I get hit, the more I want to ram in through the bay window like the Kool-Aid Man. The more I get hit, the more depressed I become.
Suddenly, I stop ringing the bell, knowing that I am being ignored. “Seriously? Really?” I announce to the empty porch. I have become a walking first-world problem, and I hate everything.

My very best friend is in a medically induced coma following two heart attacks and a stroke. Two heart attacks and a stroke. I have to say it twice sometimes. Just because I have to. My parents go to the hospital every day, sitting, waiting, hoping. I have a year off from school,   so I can write a book, but I can’t write a word. And now my beloved Jeep is in a strange neighborhood, making noises like the Candyman.
I sit on the porch swing. Pin pricks of ice, drops of cold rain, all at once. Passive-aggressive suicidal. That’s what a shrink called me once. Drives recklessly, drinks until black out, refuses to look both ways before crossing the road. Latent death wish. Blah blah blah blah blah. Why, yes. I do feel all of this now, because hashtag “first-world problems” I  don’t have a phone.
The rain continues. It gets darker. I think about throwing out the pills, magically fixing the Jeep, and driving into something. Driving into a freeway concrete barrier. Driving into a river, like where my friend was when he had his two heart attacks and his stroke. His two heart attacks and a stroke. I see Rick’s face above me. He has no eyes. Jesus! I holler out so loudly that I wake myself up.
I look around, my heart pounding. Incredible. Freezing, wet, miserable–and I fall asleep. I truly amaze myself at times. I shake my head, like that will clear things up for me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the curtain flicker again.
Okay, asshole!” I call to it. “I’m cold, and I’m wet, and my car is dead! I need a phone! I need a phone now!” Because surely, the addition of the word “now” will get things on and popping. “Please?” I add.
Nothing. No flicker of movement. Nothing.
Well, go to hell then!” I shout, and sit back down on the swing. What the hell is wrong with this neighborhood? I grew up in the best place on earth, where people at least it’s called. I sit with my knees to my chest, my head buried.
Why are you here?”
I literally jump off the swing in utter terror. Naturally, I only land on my left foot, my right foot catching on the swing. I do a quick dance before falling onto my butt.
I keep my head lowered, crying and wanting to blame someone else for this mess. I start going through names in my head. I start with Melissa from first grade. She was a know-it-all brat. I can’t imagine what she’s like now.
A hand appears before my face. I take it and allow the stranger, now known as The Man Behind the Curtain, to pull me to my feet.
He repeats himself. “Why are you here? Did you come to get a report on me and turn it into local folklore?”
At first, I think he’s kidding. I look at him for the first time, but I can’t see his face. Dressed in a hooded rain coat and looking like Paddington the Bear and the Gorton fish stick guy’s bastard child, his features are hidden from me.
My car—” My voice breaks. I clear my throat. “My car crashed. I crashed it. I think maybe on purpose.” I say this out loud for the first time, not knowing if it’s true.
Silence. Finally, he turns and walks back to the house, leaving me alone. Tears slip down my cheeks. He’s going to leave me out here to freeze, I realize.
But then he turns. “Aren’t you coming in?”

Patti F. Smith is the author of two books: Images of America–Downtown Ann Arbor and A History of the People’s Food Co-op Ann Arbor (and of the forthcoming Forgotten Ann Arbor, which will be published in 2019). She has written for, Concentrate, Mittenbrew, The Ann, AADL’s Pulp blog, and the Ann Arbor Observer. A former legal aid lawyer and current special education teacher, Patti serves as a commissioner for the Public Art Commission and the Recreation Advisory Commission, as a storyteller in the Ann Arbor Storytellers’ Guild, volunteers for the Ann Arbor Film Festival and WCBN.

Patti lives in her favorite city on earth, Ann Arbor, with her husband Ken Anderson and their pets. HEAD OVER FEET IN LOVE is her first novel.

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Book Blogger Hop(6) December 21st - 27th

The Book Blogger Hop was originally created by Jennifer from Crazy-For-Books in March 2010 and ended on December 31, 2012. With Jennifer's permission, Rambling of a Coffee Addictrelaunched the meme on February 15, 2013. 

Each week the hop will start on a Friday and end on Thursday.
There will be a weekly prompt featuring a book related question. The hop's purpose is to give bloggers a chance to follow other blogs, learn about new books, befriend other bloggers, and receive new followers to your own blog.

Question of the week:

21st - 27th - Does your book club have a book exchange for the holidays or any other time during the year? If you don't belong to a book club, do you think that would be something fun to do? (submitted by Elizabeth @ Silver's Reviews)

Melissa- I am not part of a book club but I definitely think a book exchange would be fun to e a part of.

Jessica- I do not belong to a book club but my job does a book exchange every year! I participate in that, and it's awesome. I generally just give genres, and leave it up to my secret Santa to pick which book. It's more exciting that way!

Let us know if you're in a book club? Do you like it? Wouldn't it be cool if there was an online book club? 

Sunday, December 23, 2018

***Cover Reveal:: Guardian Angel by Ruchi Singh***

~ Cover Reveal ~
Guardian Angel by Ruchi Singh

The Man
Security expert Nikhil Mahajan is in mortal danger. Gravely injured and unable to see, he is in the midst of hostile strangers in an unknown place. Any hope of survival is fast fading away. 

The Angel
Should an innocent man be allowed to die just because he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time? Someone has to intervene.

About the Author:
Winner of TOI WriteIndia Season 1, Ruchi Singh is a novelist, and writes in two genres; romance and romantic thriller. A voracious reader, she loves everything—from classics to memoirs to editorials to chick-lit, but her favourite genre is ‘romantic thriller’. Besides writing and reading, her other interests include dabbling with Indian classical dance forms.

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Can't-Wait Wednesday(106) The Girl King

Can't-Wait Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted here, at Wishful Endings, to spotlight and discuss the books we're excited about that we have yet to read. Generally they're books that have yet to be released. It's based on Waiting on Wednesday, hosted by the fabulous Jill at Breaking the Spine.

The Girl King
Author: Mimi Yu
Publisher: Bloomsbury YA
Release Date: January 8th, 2019

Two sisters become unwitting rivals in a war to claim the title of Emperor in this sweeping tale of ambition, sacrifice and betrayal for readers of Sabaa Tahir and Alwyn Hamilton.

All hail the Girl King. 

Sisters Lu and Min have always understood their places as princesses of the Empire. Lu knows she is destined to become the dynasty's first female ruler, while Min is resigned to a life in her shadow. Then their father declares their male cousin Set the heir instead—a betrayal that sends the sisters down two very different paths.

Determined to reclaim her birthright, Lu goes on the run. She needs an ally—and an army—if she is to succeed. Her quest leads her to Nokhai, the last surviving wolf shapeshifter. Nok wants to keep his identity secret, but finds himself forced into an uneasy alliance with the girl whose family killed everyone he ever loved…

Alone in the volatile court, Min's hidden power awakens—a forbidden, deadly magic that could secure Set's reign…or allow Min to claim the throne herself. But there can only be one Emperor, and the sisters' greatest enemy could turn out to be each other.

Ahhh!! I'm a sucker for sibling power struggles for the throne I cant want to get my hand on The Girl King. 
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10 Books I wish I had time to Read

10 Types of Books I Wish I Had Time to Read

Examples: Asian literature, Classics "Frankenstein" Mandatory literature that you never completely read for school/college, Holy literature, Your friends favorite book, Historical nonfiction...etc

Melissa's books..

So the majority of these books are classics and fantasy.

  1. Brontë Novels- I have read a couple bronte books but their are a couple like Wuthering Heights that I want to read.
  2. Jane Austen Classics- I love all the Jane Austen movies but I'm embarrassed to say I have never read any of her books.
  3. Game of Thrones- I love the show but reading the books seems so daunting.
  4. Peter Pan - I have start this book but never seem to have time to finish it.
  5. Harry Potter books- I want to reread these book but also so there are so many new books I want to read as well.

Jessica's books...

So the majority of these books are classics and fantasy.

  1. Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy - I loved the movie! I feel that I would love the book just as much if not better because we all know they leave things out of movies..
  2. Jane Austen Books- I have never read one of her books but I do love the quotes from her books..One of these days I will read them all. 
  3. White Teeth by Zadie Smith- I have yet to finish this book...not sure why. I believe the title throws me for a loop.
  4. Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie- I have yet to read any of her books but I have bought them for coworkers during book exchanges... 
  5. John Green Books- Basically anything by Mr. Green, I never have time to read his no time at all. Especially when I'm bored with nothing to do....I'm so bored that I can't be bothered to read his books but ehh...maybe one day I will have time to read his books. 
Tell us what books you wish you had the time to read below.

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Silver Dagger Tours + Giveaway + Guest Post::Starla's Christmas Conundrum

Starla's Christmas Conundrum
by Carol E. Keen
Genre: Contemporary Fiction, Clean Romance

In the greatest conflict of her life, can she figure out who to trust?

Starla Devaroux is at the peak of her music career. Life as a popular Christian music artist is good. This Christmas she finds herself at the crossroads of several life-altering choices. It's quite a conundrum; the path she takes this time will not only define her future but alter the lives of others as well.

"The main characters were very likable, I could really put myself in Starla's shoes."

"It was charming and romantic, and I want to marry Mason, lol."

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Do you read yourself and if so what is your favorite genre? I'm an avid reader and I read in multiple genres. I can't pick just one. I love Chrisitan fiction, Sci-Fi and speculative fiction, some historical romance, mysteries and murder mysteries, fantasy and more.

Do you prefer to write in silence or with noise? Why?
That totally varies. It can be quite or it can have tv shows running or music. My life changes around a good bit so I go with the flow as much as I can.

Do you write one book at a time or do you have several going at a time? I have several going at one time. If I feel like one needs a break, I go work on another one.

Pen or type writer or computer?
My computer, but I may move to a voice to computer program to help speed things up. I do type quickly, but I think and talk faster than I can type.

If you could tell your younger writing self anything, what would it be? 
This probably applies to many authors, but I'd tell myself the following:

You're going to get crushed by some people when you least expected it to happen. Some of them didn't realize it and they don't understand because they have judged you without perspective or asking you for insight. Shake it off as fast as you can. It doesn't define who you are, just keep pressing forward for the ones who do listen and care.
How long on average does it take you to write a book? 
The longest was eight years, and the fastest one week. I think average would be six months from writing to final editing and publishing.

Do you believe in writer’s block? 
I know that I don't have that exactly. I have so many ideas that it's harder to pick which ones need to be written next. If I feel "stuck" on how a story should progress then I tend to go work on another one for a little while. When I got back to the first one it flows rather easily. I attribute my "stuck" places to my story needing to gel a bit more in my mind.

Carol E. Keen enjoys fresh coffee, hot tea, and a good book. She was published for several years in FAMA magazine (Freshwater And Marine Aquarium) as a contributing editor. She published her first book on CD, called Simply Seahorses.

She is the author of The Beauty Series and The Corandira Station, to name a few of her works. She currently resides in the South with her husband and family and spends her time writing, reading, working in photography, and being with her much loved critters.

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***Cover Reveal:: Prodigy by Kristy Centeno


Giver of Life Trilogy Book 3
by Kristy Centeno
Genre: YA Paranormal

Leah Parker’s fate had always been controlled by others—who she loved and who she lost. Five years after the tragic murder of her daughter’s father, she’s done everything in her power to protect her little girl from the outside world. But she’s rebelled against fate in the past and no act of defiance goes unpunished in the Enchanter community.

The ultimate power wants to correct the damage done by Jae and the only way they can do that is by getting rid of her special child—a child destined to replace all branches of Enchanter magic one day.

But, Leah isn’t willing to go down without a fight. She will do anything to save what Jae died to protect, even if she must turn against the Circle of Elders. But when her first love, Brandon Morris walks back into her life, Leah knows nothing will ever be the same again.

Leah must confront her past, before she and her daughter are erased from her family line. She must get over her guilt and rely on Brandon to ensure her daughter’s survival. But will the pain from their past destroy their friendship forever? Or will their old bond hold them together and carry them through what’s ahead?

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Kristy Centeno loves to spin tales of creatures that go bump in the night, with a sprinkle of romance to top them off. Her passion for writing stems from a lifelong enjoyment of reading and the pleasure derived from the magical worlds created by authors like her. She prefers her female leads strong, independent, and stubborn who will stop at nothing to save their loved ones and protect those they care for.

Kristy currently resides in Pennsylvania with her five kids and a trio of noisy parakeets. When she’s not working or writing, she juggles her free time between raising a handful of minions and pursuing other career goals.

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Monday, December 17, 2018

Silver Dagger Tours + Giveaway + Guest Post:: Holiday Hijinks

Holiday Hijinks

Halliday Theater #1
by Katherine Moore
Genre: Cozy Holiday Romance

It’s Christmas, and this year Emily Halliday is trying something new at the struggling revival movie theater she runs for her great-grandmother. After all, how many times can you show It’s a Wonderful Life?

Emily was hoping to make a little profit on “Holiday Hijinks,” her “counter-programming Christmas” event. What she never expected—plot twist—is that an unexpected guest will turn her own life into a romantic comedy.

Holiday Hijinks is the first in a new series of cozy romances set in the small Pacific Northwest town of Silver Birch, Washington. A short read (15K) for a busy time, Holiday Hijinks introduces a whole new cast of characters while bringing back “cameos” from the “Meredith Manor Hotel” books, which are also set in Silver Birch.

If you love movies and food and romance as cozy as flannel jammies, Holiday Hijinks is the Christmas read for you.

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The Five Books Not to Buy for Christmas

One of the main characters in Holiday Hijinks is Delia, owner of Silver Birch Books, a used bookstore located next to the Halliday Theater. When shoppers come into the store looking for books to stuff into stockings at Christmas, these are the books she steers them away from and why:

The Littlest Angel by Charles Tazewell

For some reason, Grandmothers always want to buy this one. The “Angel” in the title fools them. Originally written in the 30s as a radio script, Tazewell’s book was first published in 1946. It became an instant inspirational classic and remains in print more than seventy years later. But the book is about a dead kid trying to deal with being an angel. A dead kid.

Marley & Me by John Grogan

Most editions of this book feature a photograph of an adorable yellow lab puppy. (And let’s face it, few dogs are as adorable as yellow labs.) The reader will fall in love with the mischievous animal and then he dies. Marley dies!!!  You might as well buy a copy of Old Yeller or Where the Red Fern Grows.

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

So you want to find something for your niece who’s begun publishing poetry in obscure literary journals and you want to show your support. (Because most people are telling her she might as well quit school, take any job she can find, and write her poetry without four years of student debt hanging over her head.) This is not the inspirational read she needs.

The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein was a cartoonist and song writer and story teller whose children’s books were always packaged as if he was the poor man’s Dr. Seuss. This story about a tree who loves a little kid so much it gives everything it has is meant as a sweet tale of love and devotion but the little kid is a selfish brat who never thinks of returning the affection. It’s kind of depressing.

I’ll Always Love You by Hans Wilhelm

This book should be subtitled: Don’t be fooled by the cover, this is a sad story about a kid who loves his dog and the dog dies. The end. It’s like a warm-up for reading Marley & Me.  If you’re going to write a book about a dying dog, you should at least give it a title like Cynthia Rylant’s Dog Heaven so you know what you’re getting into.

Delia’s #1 Pick for the Season

If you want a short book that will give you all the Christmas warmth and holiday spirit you can handle, the book to buy is: The Best Christmas Pageant Ever by Barbara Robinson. It’s packaged as a kids’ book but adults will appreciate the humor and the hijinks too, as well as the underlying message of inclusion and tolerance.

Born in Washington, D.C., Katherine Moore now lives in a small Pacific Northwest town very much like Silver Birch. She has worked as a food writer, a caterer, and a movie extra as well as a freelance lifestyle reporter and staff writer for magazines in Honolulu, Los Angeles, and Richmond, Virginia.
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Friday, December 14, 2018

Silver Dagger Tours + Giveaway + Excerpt:: Sublime Karma

Sublime Karma
by Peyton Garver
Genre: YA Romance

When Brie’s stepfather moves the family for what he calls a new beginning, it’s not the new beginning the beautiful, yet guarded, senior would have hoped for. Brie is instantly targeted by jealous girls at her new school, and the only available seat on her bus is next to the school’s star wide receiver, Jake, who for some reason, finds her offensive. After a humiliating article and picture of Brie is posted in the online school journal, a demon she thought she’d overcome resurfaces, and her life unravels. A newly compassionate Jake has finally taken an interest in her, but can Brie learn to trust her heart, or will she miss out on the best thing that ever happened to her?

Jake has his own secrets and has built his own walls, but eventually his curiosity about the new girl gets the best of him. Unfortunately, now there is competition: the captain of her cross-country team. Jake’s romantic histories with the girl next door and the school’s queen bee, adds tension to a simmering tempest when all he wants is Brie. Is he strong enough to help the one he loves weave sense into her crumbling new reality while overcoming his own tainted past?

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The bus snaked its way through the country roads and then to the lavish development that backed up to the woods behind his house. Upperclassmen from this neighborhood had their own cars. This bus collected the underclassmen: those few who weren’t chauffeured to school, as minions of the privileged.
Jake leaned back in his seat and folded his arms across his chest, not looking at the kids coming down the aisle. None dared to ask if they could sit in the empty space next to him. They’d sit three to a seat rather than make that request. Just the way he wanted it.
The over-filled bus pulled to a stop midway down Belmont Circle. New stop? Jake looked out his window at the estate with a circular drive. Huh. It finally sold. He watched as a single figure headed toward the bus. What, so now they get door-to-door service? He rolled his eyes.
Seconds later, she stood in the aisle waiting. From his seat, his eyes skimmed up passed her faded jeans and plain, loose sweater, and his breath caught in his throat. Her long blond hair was pulled to the side in a loose braid. Her face? Ethereal. But then, his flustered gaze became an annoyed glare.
Her bleak gray eyes seemed to look right through him before they darted to the space next to him. Did she even register his indignation? She must have. Yet, she stood there in the aisle twisting the loose adjustment strap on her backpack tightly around her fingers.
“May I sit here?” her meek voice broke the silence that had fallen around them.
Noticing the hush of conversation, Jake’s eyes skimmed the crowded bus. There was no doubt he and this new girl had an audience. Not something he relished.
His eyes swept back to her. He could tell she was nervous. He heard it in her quavering voice and saw it in the way she avoided his eyes. He could just say no. But so long as she was standing, the bus wouldn’t budge. 

Peyton is a secondary ed teacher in Maryland and an author of young adult fiction. Her newest novel, Sublime Karma, is an edgy contemporary YA story with diverse characters that addresses real teen issues such as fitting in, cliques, bullying, self harm, and suicide. Sublime Karma has themes that may not be appropriate for tweens and younger teens.

The Sublime Karma manuscript won third place in the Young Adult category of 2015 Lone Star Writing Contest - Northwest Houston Romance Writers of America.

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