The Artisans

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The Artisans by Julie Reece

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The Artisans

They say death can be beautiful. But after the death of her mother, seventeen-year-old RAVEN WEATHERSBY gives up her dream of becoming a fashion designer, barely surviving life in the South Carolina lowlands.

To make ends meet, Raven works after school as a seamstress creating stunning works of fashion that often rival the great names of the day.

Instead of making things easier on the high school senior, her stepdad’s drinking leads to a run in with the highly reclusive heir to the Maddox family fortune, Gideon Maddox.

But Raven’s stepdad’s drying out and in no condition to attend the meeting with Maddox. So Raven volunteers to take his place and offers to repay the debt in order to keep the only father she’s ever known out of jail, or worse.

Gideon Maddox agrees, outlining an outrageous demand: Raven must live in his home for a year while she designs for Maddox Industries’ clothing line, signing over her creative rights.

Her handsome young captor is arrogant and infuriating to the nth degree, and Raven can’t imagine working for him, let alone sharing the same space for more than five minutes.

But nothing is ever as it seems. Is Gideon Maddox the monster the world believes him to be? And can he stand to let the young seamstress see him as he really is?

The Artisans is a delectably rich, layered and dark YA Southern Gothic inspired by Jeanne Marie Leprince de Beaumont’s classic Beauty and the Beast.

“The Artisans has all the elements I love – spooky intrigue, strong friendships, and a romantic tension to be savored.” ~ Wendy Higgins, New York Times bestselling author of the Sweet Evil trilogy.

Title: The Artisans
Publication date: May 2015
Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.
Author: Julie Reece

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Born in Ohio, I lived next to my grandfather’s horse farm until the fourth grade. Summers were about riding, fishing and make-believe, while winter brought sledding and ice-skating on frozen ponds. Most of life was magical, but not all.

I struggled with multiple learning disabilities, did not excel in school. I spent much of my time looking out windows and daydreaming. In the fourth grade (with the help of one very nice teacher) I fought dyslexia for my right to read, like a prince fights a dragon in order to free the princess locked in a tower, and I won.

Afterwards, I read like a fiend. I invented stories where I could be the princess… or a gifted heroine from another world who kicked bad guy butt to win the heart of a charismatic hero. Who wouldn’t want to be a part of that? Later, I moved to Florida where I continued to fantasize about superpowers and monsters, fabricating stories (my mother called it lying) and sharing them with my friends.

Then I thought I’d write one down…

Hooked, I’ve been writing ever since. I write historical, contemporary, urban fantasy, adventure, and young adult romances. I love strong heroines, sweeping tales of mystery and epic adventure… which must include a really hot guy. My writing is proof you can work hard to overcome any obstacle. Don’t give up. I say, if you write, write on!

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Roane ***Free reads** Yes, you read that right!

To celebrate Roane Publishing’s one year anniversary, Roane — along with these amazing authors — have decided to give our readers all the presents. Each Monday for the entire month of September, Roane Publishing will release two free eBooks. No rules or requirements. Just free reads.

Certainly worthy of celebration, eh? We have had a chance to finalize the release schedule and here is what you all have to look forward to over the month of September!

Monday, Sept. 1st:

Any Other Way – Michelle Ziegler
Dragon Eye – Anna Simpson

Monday, Sept. 8th:

Plague of Cats – Sonny Zae
Bourbon Boots and Southern Persuasion – London Saint James

Monday, Sept. 15th:

Pixified – Sheryl Winters
Sisters: A Montana Series Short – Krista Ames

Monday, Sept. 22nd:

Manor of Sweet Souls: Gladys Celebrates – Echo Shea
Love’s Revenge: Chapter One – Terri Rochenski

Monday, Sept. 29th:

All For Nothing – Laurie Tracey
First Date Disaster? – Rebecca Hart

 

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Can you believe it? Hereditary is HERE!

 

By now, it should be a obvious who one of my favorite authors is!

J.A. Belfield!

She sings, she dances

and she wrote one of my favorite all time books……..

Darkness and Light!

Okay, honestly.

I could be fibbing about the singing and dancing…

But i’m not teasing about this little surprise because…

Hereditary. IS. HERE!

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It’s release day for HEREDITARY!

This means a chance to celebrate.

Because HEREDITARY is a FREEEEEEE Holloway Pack short story, which means you can go grab your copy now and not have to pay a penny.

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And if you’ve yet to read the Holloway Pack series? Fear not, because HEREDITARY can be read just as easily as a standalone. So, you, too, can go grab your copy now.

Here’s what it’s all about:

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The trouble with one-night stands: you never know who—or what—you’re sleeping with.

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Being a parent isn’t an easy ride. Even more so for single mum Shelley Lewis.

When her thirteen year old son’s hormones kick in, she’s faced with his immense growth, insane sweat, and ridiculous hairiness, not to mention all the normal teenage issues.

Discovering her only son isn’t human on top of those is the shock of a lifetime, and Shelley knows she’s the only one to blame.

It may be too late to save her son from her mistakes, but she can still try to save Gabe from himself.

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For fans of J.A. Belfield’s Holloway Pack series, Hereditary is a look back at the origins for characters met in Resonance.

Release Date: August 13th 2014

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But before you vanish, be sure to enter below in the celebratory giveaway to win a pair of signed Caged bookmarks ….

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The joys of being a writer.

Most of the time what I do as a writer is organic. It flows from my head to my fingers in a non-interrupted stream of consciousness.

THEN

It turns ugly, because I have to think and by thinking I mean skull scratching, throwing things at the wall, so angry I can’t breathe all because I can’t *figure out, * or *fix* a particular scene.

And when i’ve thrown all my pencils and my last notebook, I pull out my old standby: cold calculation. Like a Math Professor, who does quantum physics while he creates crossword puzzles, I methodically plot out the scene needed.

When I’ve done all I can, to make my werewolf loving, tight jean wearing twenty-year-old caffeine addict as realistic possible, I send my work off to a beta reader.. or two.

Then I wait.

And just when I’m convinced I will never hear back from anyone ever again… I get a knock on my door. (Yes, my favorite beta reader lives nearby!~)

Thoughts race through my head. Was the story tightly focused enough? Will I be able to fix the plot after they’ve ruthlessly shredded it to bit? Did my characters interact so well that when they were facing that mob of zombie werewolf vampires from the planet Alakazambia that my reader fell asleep? Instead of a tight review I can use for weeks on end, I get a …. compliment.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. Sheryl, you’re supposed to be happy right now.

AND I am..
but.. but..
but..

“This is so you. YOU drink coffee like this,” she tells me.

NO, No no. I drink one cup of coffee a day then i’m done. Kaput, finished. *I* shared my eye color with my heroine. Which by the way is a beautiful shade of hazel with flecks like real cinnamon floating haphazardly throughout. I gave her a love of woodworking, the joy of sanding and staining. That was me. The coffee? I coldly made that up.

“No. The coffee was you. I could so see you drinking that. ”

BUT…

I look nothing like my character. She’s skinny and wears long t-shirts with cartoon characters on them. She drinks non-fat latte with an extra shot of caffeine. I’d die from that. I have fat reserves to replenish people. I can’t afford to drink anything nonfat. Her coffee is considered yuck in a cup.

Then I get that look. The one that says.’ I know you better.’ And maybe she does. If she wants to see me as a latte drinking, skinny twenty year old with hazel eyes. Who am I to judge?

So I shrug and close the door gently behind her. I open up my laptop and go back to my cold-blooded calculation on how to get a mermaid out of the ocean without threatening her with a great white shark.

Ah. The joys of being a writer!

 

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Sheryl Winters lives in a small town in Alaska. She grew up in the midst of old country story tellers, so you might say writing comes naturally to her. She is known for writing paranormal romances with a twist. Her writing inspiration often comes from the great outdoors of Alaska and she enfolds bits of it into her stories. For further inspiration, she has raised a menagerie of cats and dogs to the aged spirits they have become.

 

It all comes back to Star Wars.

“I’m Luke Skywalker, I’m here to rescue you.”

Sound familiar? When you are writing that short story, or six book novel, there will never be a Luke Skywalker coming to your rescue. Even George Lucas had to write Star Wars the long way, using a pen or laptop and only his brains to help him.
When the next scene refuses to come to you, or worse, when you can’t find the motivation for your heroine to slap the face of the man she loves… Only you, the writer can “write” yourself out of the box. If you want to know why the aliens have landed outside your main character’s house, you are the one who has to figure it out, just like doing the dishes, if you want it done, you have to go into the kitchen to make it happen.

What a piece of junk!

That my friend is the best writing advice you can ever get. You will always learn more by having someone rip apart your hard earned work than you will ever have by having a friend or family member read it.

“I’ve got a very bad feeling about this.”

Trust your instincts, I wrote a good sixty thousand words on my first novel before I realized. The plot was terrible. There was no way around it. People had hinted, they had “Pleaded strongly” I didn’t listen. I kept to the original plot jumped off the page and slapped me. It was that bad.

I put aside seventeen chapters. Took out a clean piece of paper, (okay, I made a new word file) and started over. Some of the characters got a major makeover. Jaden went from bossy and rude to painfully shy. Draven was still amazingly hot, but less of a jerk. Isla was and shall always be, the original Ice Queen. The point is, I recognized where I went off, and I rewrote it all. Is it completed? Yes, but the editing, that will take a bit longer.

“You’ve never heard of the Millennium Falcon? … It’s the ship that made the Kessel run in less than 12 parsecs.”

My novels are the Millennium Falcon. Not the Falcon that every knows from watching the movies two hundred times, (or more), but the Falcon that Luke first heard about. He had no clue what the Falcon was. The same way most of you have never heard about my writing.

“I find your lack of faith disturbing.”

Lack of faith occurs all the time. When I’m struggling to make a scene happen. When a well-meaning friend or relatives say’s “good luck with that,” in a sarcastic tone of voice. There are times when all writers have problems with their books or scripts, when they feel like giving up.

“You’re all clear, kid! Now let’s blow this thing and go home!”

I was adding the last bits to The Heart Stone, yesterday, this line came to me, and I couldn’t help laughing. Why the laughter? Because that morning I realized I had yet to add the traitor to the plot. He had to be intermixed throughout several scenes, I had motivations to consider, the shock and the betrayal to plot in. You know the petty stuff, every other writer takes for granted. Is there ever an all clear button? Will I ever know when I’m done because the, all clear whistle, has blown? Or will I just throw in the towel and send it in hoping for the best? I guess only time will tell.

“Stay on Target.”

This is my favorite line. When I’m stressed out. When the scene isn’t going right or I’m at my wits end, or positive no one will ever like my stuff. This line always comes to me. It is a reminder not to let the little stuff bother me, to keep going, to never stop.

 

Louder than Words

So very excited to bring this to you. One of my favorite authors, Iris St. Claire has popped in to show off the cover of her new book! Love this cover!
Louder Than Words
Release Date: 09/16/14
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Summary from Goodreads:
Disappointment has
been on speed dial in Ellen Grayson’s life lately. Her dad’s dead, her mom is
numbing the grief with drugs and alcohol, and her so-called friends are slowly
abandoning her. Trusting a popular teacher with her troubles should have been safe,
shouldn’t have led to an unwelcome seduction attempt, shouldn’t have sent her
running to the girls’ bathroom for the final moments of her Junior year. Lesson
learned. Best to keep all the sordid details of her life to herself.

 

 

Enter Rex Jacobi, a cocky teen recently transplanted from New York and fellow
summer camp employee. Though his quick wit and confidence draws her in, she’s
not letting him get too close, not til she’s sure she can trust him. By the
time Rex’s charming persistence wears down her resistance, it’s too late. He’s
put Ellen on the perma-pal shelf and shifted his romantic attentions to her
arch-rival. Even worse, the teacher who tried to seduce her is still
misbehaving with impunity.

 

With her ability to trust as shaky as a chastity vow on prom night, Ellen must
decide if she has enough remaining courage to speak up about her teacher and
risk retribution, to tell Rex how she feels and risk heartbreak, or hold all
her secrets inside, the only safe place she knows.
About the Author
Iris St. Clair is the pen name for a long-suffering cubicle worker by
day, a Walter Mitty-like dreamer by night. (Her alter ego Tatiana Ivanadance
also choreographs gravity-defying routines in those fantasies, but that’s
another bio.)
No matter what genre she writes, she prefers witty, insecure heroines and
kind, persistent heroes able to break through to the gooey heart inside.
In high school she was voted most likely to win at Monopoly and Clue, but
least likely to throw a ball anywhere near a target. Thank goodness writing
requires less hand-eye coordination, punctuation errors notwithstanding.

 

Iris believes in the two-year “fish or cut bait” dating rule
and has a 20+ year marriage and two teenaged sons as proof of concept. She
lives, writes, dreams and dances in the rainy Portland, OR area.
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I had some exciting news so I enlisted the help of a friend today. She’s no Fhina but she is a wonderful Robin!

Robin Kitty would like you to know that it’s time to congratulate a few people! Last names left out to protect the winners.

Linda won an Arc Copy of Purr-fect Mating

Kirstie won a 25$ ebook

Erin won a copy of Purr-fect Mating

(No relation to the cat above, I assure you) Robin (Human) also won a copy of Purr-fect Mating.

Congratulations! Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Fhina and Wulfar have a little problem.

On their wedding night, at the stroke of midnight, Wulfar changes into his shifted wolf form and cannot shift back. Not even to communicate with the woman he loves.

Fhina, upon waking the day after their mating, no longer recognizes her mate. Pregnant and confused, she’s convinced herself her mate has run away and left her to live alone. With his dog.

Can the cursed pair find a counter charm before Fhina gives birth? Will Wulfar be able to curb his inclination to run?

Or will their mutual curses break up their love affair before it’s really even started.

 

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Excerpt:
“It’s just…Wulfy’s missing, and I thought—” The words stick in my throat. What if she won’t help? How will I ever find him?
“He’s what?” In the background, I can hear loud thumps and shouting. “I’m getting the duct tape out. I’ll use it this time, I swear it!”
“You will not.” I bite back a giggle.
“I might. You have no idea what I’m putting up with. They spent all week at Mom’s, and she hyped them up on pixie sticks and soda. I’ve exhausted a whole day peeling them off the ceiling. I’m just hoping when it wears off they’ll sleep for a week.”
“Good luck with that.”
“Did you say Wulfy is missing? How long’s he been gone? He’s probably off for a long run. Wolves do that, you know? Remember how Mom used to take off for days, leaving us with Aunt Ginger? Always claiming she was out hunting, when she was really in Vegas gambling?”
“But, I haven’t seen him in days.” I shove the notepad back and forth across the table.
“Did you, uhm…snap at him?”
“No!”
“Well, fess up. What happened?”
“Nothing. I was on the phone with Mom and I uh…” I try to remember the conversation. “I told her about the doggy bowl I got for Wulfy. I even gave him the fancy new dog food I got for him. He scratched at the door and I let him out.”
“You got him a dog bowl?” Bella chokes.
“Well, yes. I thought it was a nice thing to do.”
Honestly, wolves. They never make sense, even in human form. Of course, I gave Wulfy a dog bowl, how else do you show a dog you love them? One can’t go around petting them 24/7.