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Cora Catlin is a misfit at best, and an outcast at worst. She feels out of place, as if everything is backward and something is missing from her life.

And then, on her first day of middle school, everything changes.
When Cora encounters an elfin stranger who speaks of the magical world Clouden, an entire kingdom hidden up in the sky, she can’t wait to leave her boring, humdrum life behind. As Cora travels to her new home, where children sprout from the ground and rivers flow with chocolate, she finds herself transformed—and if that weren’t enough, she has to adjust to royal parents, talking Pegasuses, a raging war, and an alluring love interest as well.
Exploring this new land, Cora unearths wonders and secrets beyond her wildest imaginings, discovering the meaning of true friendship, love, and what it means to feel whole.

About the Author

                 Kristine Kibbee is a Pacific Northwest native with a love of language, nature, and animals. Kristine’s passion for creative writing began in her early youth and led her to Washington State University, where she earned a degree with a concentration in professional writing. Kristine has since had works published in The Vancougar, The Salal Review, S/tick Literary Review, and she is a featured columnist in the nationally syndicated magazine, Just Frenchies.

From the small town of Castle Rock, Washington, nestled among 22 acres of towering fir trees, Kristine relishes time spent outdoors with her two French bulldogs and one husband. She dreams of making the everyday world more magical with her fantasy novels.
Whole in the Clouds is her first middle grade novel


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Charming the Outback Blitz

Charming the Outback by Leesa Bow 
Published by: Destiny Romance
Publication date: September 2nd 2014 
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

When jaded city girl Maddy McIntyre packs up and leaves Adelaide for a new job in the country, it’s not only a chance at a fresh start. Six months ago, the first guy she’d ever loved shattered her heart before moving home to Broken Hill. Deep down inside, Maddy is hoping that living in the same town will give her an opportunity to prove to Luke that she’s one temptation he can’t resist.

But when she arrives in Broken Hill, Luke White is not the same guy she knew in the city. And it soon seems very clear that he doesn’t want her there. Although Maddy settles in quickly, excelling at work and partying with her new friends, she can’t understand why Luke is remaining so distant. Particularly when all her instincts are telling her that they’re meant to be together – and that he feels the same burning attraction.

As Maddy learns more about Luke’s family and background, she begins to understand that his mixed messages are caused by balancing what’s expected of him with what he really wants. Maddy gave Luke her heart long ago and, despite their differences, she knows she’ll only ever be happy with her hot country boy. But how can she convince him that she’s the risk he needs to take?


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When jaded city girl Maddy McIntyre packs up and leaves Adelaide for a new job in the country, it’s not only a chance at a fresh start.  Six months ago, the first guy she’d ever loved shattered her heart before moving home to Broken Hill. Deep down inside, Maddy is hoping that living in the same town will give her an opportunity to prove to Luke that she’s one temptation he can’t resist.

But when she arrives in Broken Hill, Luke White is not the same guy she knew in the city.  And it soon seems very clear that he doesn’t want her there. Although Maddy settles in quickly, excelling at work and partying with her new friends, she can’t understand why Luke is remaining so distant. Particularly when all her instincts are telling her that they’re meant to be together –  and that he feels the same burning attraction.

As Maddy learns more about Luke’s family and background, she begins to understand that his mixed messages are caused by balancing what’s expected of him with what he really wants. Maddy gave Luke her heart long ago and, despite their differences, she knows she’ll only ever be happy with her hot country boy. But how can she convince him that she’s the risk he needs to take?





Chapter One

‘It’s like something out of Wolf Creek.‘ Aubree’s brow furrowed as she gazed at the long, straight road ahead.

My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as I squinted through the haze reflecting off the sizzling bitumen. ‘Sure is,’ I mumbled. ‘Where the hell are we?’ Saltbush dotted the landscape on either side of the road, and in the distance three rocky pinnacles broke through the flat, barren horizon. I swallowed, hoping we weren’t lost.

Aubree dropped her iPhone into her bag. ‘No internet.’ She pulled a map from the glove box and unfolded it. ‘Have we passed through Yunta yet?’

‘Yeah, you blinked,’ I said and laughed. ‘You dozed off for a few minutes.’

Her finger trailed along the paper. ‘Okay. So we should make it to Broken Hill in about an hour. Do you have another map of the town so I can work out how to get to your new home?’

New home. My stomach rolled with excitement and nerves, hearing her say the words. Two months ago I signed a teaching contract, believing it to be an opportunity to prove myself, take responsibility for my future, even if it was 500 kilometres from home.

‘Nope, don’t need one. The real estate agent said to follow the road into town, pass the cemetery, turn right before the school, travel a kilometre down the road and turn left into Cornish Street.’

Aubree fetched her phone out of her bag for the zillionth time. ‘I’ve got nothing. No mobile coverage, not even one bar. We’re all alone out here.’

‘Look.’ I pointed to something red at the roadside ahead.

‘Oh God,’ she said. ‘Please don’t tell me it’s another kangaroo carcass. I feel sick thinking that a joey could be alive inside.’ She turned her head to the window. ‘Wait. Stop the car.’

‘They’re only wildflowers. What’s your problem?’ I veered to the left and slowed to a safe speed on loose gravel.

‘I’ve read about these wildflowers. The Sturt Desert Pea,’ she said excitedly. ‘They’re exquisite.’ Aubree jumped out of the car and walked to the plant growing alongside the gravel. She kneeled in a delicate manner so as not to dirty her lemon maxidress.

I opened my door and followed. I gasped when she started picking handfuls of the red and black flower. ‘What are you doing?’

‘Collecting some for your house.’

I flicked flies from my face before saying, ‘It doesn’t feel right. I mean, are you allowed?’ We both jumped when a truck roared past on the opposite side of the road and sounded the horn. ‘See?‘ I said.

Aubree rolled her eyes. ‘You’re wearing tiny denim shorts, Mads. I think he’s honking at you.’

I ignored her comment. My shoulders burned under the midday sun, introducing me to the extreme weather of outback Australia. Flies hammered my face and had formed a polka-dot pattern on Aubree’s back. Gross.

Before climbing back into the car we flapped our arms as though we were about to take flight, ensuring no flies snuck inside. I turned the air con to max and glanced at Aubree, fiddling with the flowers.

Oh shit. She wasn’t wearing her ring. I clearly remembered Hunter – my cousin and superstar football player – telling her in no uncertain terms that she was to wear the pink diamond ring, a twenty-first birthday gift, on her wedding finger while accompanying me for the weekend. I cleared my throat.

‘Where’s your ring?’

Aubree pulled her hair-tie out of her long hair before looping it around the flower stems. ‘Oh, I left it home in case I lost it.’

‘What? You know Hunter will be pissed.’

‘I hid it so he’ll never find out,’ she said, and waved her hand in a nonchalant manner.

I groaned. ‘You want to hope he doesn’t. The last thing I need is Hunter showing up and ruining everything for me.’ I gave her a look before turning my eyes back to the road.

‘First of all, I don’t need a ring to protect me from guys wanting to talk with me. And second, I’m not sure how he’d ruin things for you. Unless . . .’ I could feel her eyes on me, scrutinising. ‘Be honest, does your decision to move to Broken Hill have anything to do with Luke?’

I glanced at her. ‘No, why would it?’

‘Because you never really got over him. And now you’re taking up this teaching position – and I get that it’s a great opportunity – but it is in the same town he moved back to six months ago.’

My heartbeat stuttered. ‘It has nothing to do with Luke,’ I said, louder than necessary. ‘I was offered three teaching contracts: two were based in Adelaide working three days a week, and both an hour from my home. I needed full-time work and the only full-time contract was in the country. Plus there’s isolation bonuses, so I thought if I stayed a couple of years, I’d return to Adelaide with savings.’

‘So you don’t ever think about him?’

‘I didn’t say I don’t think about him but he’s not the reason—’

‘I knew it.’ She folded her arms across her chest. ‘He might not be the reason but he’s the incentive.’

‘Don’t read into it, Aubs. I only think about the things he used to say, that’s all.’

‘Aw, that’s sweet.’

You’re a drama queen,’ I quipped in a deep voice, mimicking Luke. ‘Can’t you go anywhere without being the centre of attention?’ I shook my head. ‘When he said it, it didn’t sound so sweet.’

‘He really said that?’

I nodded and pointed to the side of the road. ‘Four,’ I said, totalling the number of dead kangaroos I’d seen on the side of the road.

Aubree groaned. ‘Ew.’

We sat quietly for a few minutes before she broke the silence. ‘You know, you never told me the real reason why you two split. I thought after ten or so months you were both happy.’

It pained me to reveal the details of our breakup even to my best friend. Irreconcilable differences, isn’t that the term used? Except, in my mind, we were compatible and happy. It was Luke who – out of the blue – announced he no longer wanted to be part of a relationship, since he was returning home. He didn’t see the point. Hell of a way to make me feel special! I coughed.

‘I was happy, but Luke . . . Before he left he’d said that he’d found work back home as a geologist and was also helping out his uncle with the family business. He emphasised that he didn’t believe in long-distance relationships, plus he’d be too busy to worry about a girl.’

‘That’s rough.’

‘Yep. I was stupid enough to even beg him to give us a chance.’ I sighed, remembering the empty look on his face. ‘He didn’t hesitate, just said no.’


‘So I’m actually hoping not to see him, as I’m still embarrassed about the whole thing.’ Truth was, I hadn’t stopped thinking about Luke and deep down hoped to run into him – although not until I was settled, so he could see how well I’m doing.

‘Oh God,’ Aubree murmured. ‘It’s not one of those look-at-what-you-could’ve-had plans is it? Where you go to extreme lengths to prove yourself?’

‘Of course not. Why would you think that?’ I cringed when Aubree said it out loud.

‘Because you and Hunter are exactly alike,’ she admonished. She reached out and touched my hand. ‘I love you both but . . . just be careful. No one knows you here.’

‘That’s my point,’ I said quickly. ‘It’s a perfect scenario. I’m sick of being known as Hunter’s cousin and getting attention for all the wrong reasons. I can actually meet new friends with a clean slate. It’s like having a new identity. Luke thought I was an attention seeker and it bugged me. So, the last thing I want is Hunter showing up and causing a circus. And I hope there is no need for him to come here looking for you. So he better not find that ring.’

My gaze remained fixed on the road, although I could feel Aubree staring at me.

‘I’m really proud of you and don’t worry about Hunter, the ring is safe. Besides, he’ll have his hands full looking after Honey. She’s been naughty lately, ripping up his football socks and burying them in the backyard.’

I laughed, and at the same time strained my eyes to the distance. ‘Look.’

Aubree turned to the road and we both stared in silence. The sun reflected off rooftops rising out of the red dirt in the middle of bloody nowhere.



We met with the real estate agent to pick up the keys to my new rental property and found the fully furnished house without much trouble. It had character, not the standard brick, rendered or Tudor-style home often seen in the city; at a guess, it looked over one hundred years old. A black, bull-nosed verandah ran the length of the cream single frontage. Inside, we found a long hallway with doors on the left leading to rooms. The first two doors were bedrooms and the third was the living room, featuring a red modular lounge. The hallway continued to the kitchen, where the house expanded: there was another bedroom, the bathroom, a laundry and the back door.

Aubree helped me to unload the car. After carrying the luggage inside, we headed out to a shopping centre for essential groceries. We sorted and reorganised the kitchen, then I unpacked my suitcases. Next, Aubree suggested we check out the backyard. She opened the back door and my jaw dropped. A pergola overlooked an inground pool, with palms bordering the long fence line. The entertaining area included a pull-down screen attached to a beam for movies, for use, I imagined, while swimming in the pool or just lazing around. Images flashed into my head of pool parties with new friends.

‘This is pretty cool.’

Not sure if the forty-five degree heat had affected my grey matter, I turned to Aubree and said, ‘Last one in has to buy a bottle of Pinot.’ I then sprinted to the pool and jumped in. Aubree made a splash behind me. When we surfaced, we erupted into giggles.

We pulled ourselves out of the water and flopped onto the poolside lounges, not worrying about towels, knowing we’d dry quickly in the country heat. My drenched clothes didn’t concern me but when I glanced at Aubree’s yellow dress I momentarily panicked, thinking the chlorine would damage its delicate material.

‘Your dress?’ I said in a high voice.

She shrugged. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll hand wash it later. I needed that dip.’

I grinned at her. ‘Doesn’t change the fact you were last in, so you lose.’

We sat back on the lounges, shaded by an umbrella, and gazed at the sunburnt sky as the sun set. It was pretty darn amazing and unlike my backyard at home, I could see a whole lot of sky. Orange shades drowned into pink, with a splash of brilliant yellow colouring the horizon.

Aubree moaned. ‘I love the relaxed feeling of sitting outside at twilight on a hot summer night. It reminds me of Hunter’s holiday house in Victor.’

‘Well, we’re far from the beach here,’ I added. ‘But I heard there’s a lake where the locals ski.’

Aubree turned to me. ‘I really think you’re going to like it here. I have a lot of faith in you, Mads.’



Later that night we headed into town, starving and craving a cold white wine after a long, yet productive, day. We dined at a pub named the Cross, ordering the steak special.

‘It’s crowded in there,’ Aubree said and nodded towards a door that swung open and led to the front bar. ‘We should go in and meet some of the locals.’

I pushed my plate aside. It was silly to be nervous about meeting new people but I wanted to make a good first impression. At least I wouldn’t look like a loner, having Aubree by my side.

‘Can I get you anything else?’ the waitress asked after collecting our plates.

‘No, thanks,’ I replied. ‘Could you tell me what time the pub closes?’

‘Midnight. Are you from outta town?’ We both nodded. ‘Well, there are clubs near the railway and some on the main street stay open till later. See Randy behind the bar,’ she nodded in the direction of the front bar, ‘and he’ll give you the names and directions.’

After paying the bill we headed to the front bar. I glanced at Aubree. ‘Here goes.’ I pushed through the adjoining door, and was stopped abruptly by the bodies filling the room.

‘Allow me,’ Aubree insisted and stepped in front, leading the way. Being almost a foot taller, she made a path to the bar. My heart swelled, seeing her walk with confidence, and I knew Hunter was partially to thank for the change in her. It wasn’t that long ago that she’d have cowered behind me, regardless of her height.

The hum of chatter and laughter echoed off the walls, almost louder than the music piping through speakers at the back of the room. The centrally located bar allowed me to see to the other side, to a group of guys playing pool. I noticed there were more guys on that side of the room, with the women on this side, although a few men had infiltrated the girl groups. I glanced at my phone. Ten o’clock.

Just as I ordered drinks, Aubree pulled her phone from her bag. ‘Shit, it’s Hunter. I better take this outside.’

Now alone, I stepped sideways in an attempt to worm between bodies to the back of the room to remain inconspicuous. I bumped into a girl on my left and she swung around with an accusing expression.

‘I’m sorry,’ I said quickly.

‘Hey, all good.’ She eyed me curiously. ‘You don’t look familiar. Where you from?’

‘Adelaide.’ I smiled at her. ‘I’m Maddy.’

‘Hi, Maddy, I’m Kristen, and these are my friends Lauren, Olivia and Steph.’

‘Hi,’ they said together.

My gaze wandered to the three girls’ tanned faces. ‘My friend Aubree has just stepped outside to take a call,’ I added, wanting them to know I wasn’t hanging out alone. ‘Boyfriend troubles.’ I rolled my eyes.

‘God, talk about it,’ Kristen said, pushing long brown hair behind her ear. ‘That’s why we’re out. Steph’s ex-boyfriend is causing her grief so we thought we’d take her on a girls night. Only problem is, he’s over there.’ She jerked her finger to the group of guys playing pool.

I looked where she pointed, and my gaze fell on each guy before stopping on the blond leaning on a pool cue in the corner. A shiver ran down my spine. My heart thumped before continuing at a quicker rate.


My eyes locked with Luke’s. A number of emotions crossed his face and for a moment I recognised something we had once shared before it was replaced with something else. He looked so bloody hot. His hair looked blonder than I remembered. Maybe because of his tan, which made his white T-shirt appear even whiter. It only took a couple of moments for realisation to set in and then those brown eyes narrowed. Clearly, neither of us expected to see the other. Noticing I was holding my breath, I breathed out and forced my gaze away just as Aubree came striding through the door.

‘All sorted,’ she said without giving me time to dwell on the Luke thing.

‘Good.’ I downed my drink and resisted the urge to turn back to him. If I wanted to stick to my plan, then I needed to not mention him, especially in front of Aubree.

‘Hi, you must be Aubree,’ Kristen said. ‘Boyfriend troubles, eh?’

Aubree shot me a confused look then smiled as I introduced Kristen and her friends. They stood shoulder to shoulder, and I realised how similar Kristen and Aubree looked. Both were tall with long brown hair and slim figures, only Kristen had blue eyes and Aubree green.

‘So, Hunter’s okay?’ I asked, making conversation so I wasn’t tempted to look over my shoulder to Luke. But it was damn hard, knowing he stood only metres away. For months I had imagined what I would do, what I would say to him if I got the opportunity. And now, I had nothing.

‘Yeah, just asked where I was.’

Before I had a chance to speak, the noise level in the room dropped to whispers and gasps, a reaction I was familiar with. I spun around to the front door and saw Hunter standing a good head above the tallest person in the room, his gaze scanning the crowd.

Damn you, cuz, not tonight.

‘Oh fuck.’ I grabbed Aubree’s arm. ‘Are you sure that’s all he said? ʼCause he’s here.’

Aubree spun around and their eyes met. ‘Shit.’ She turned to me, her beautiful face lined. ‘I’m sorry. I know this is not what you wanted.’

Heads turned to Hunter like falling dominoes. Not only was Hunter a football star, he was gorgeous, and my heart swelled knowing I was related to him. With blue eyes fixed on Aubree, he made a beeline towards us, the crowd separating to let him pass.

‘Evening, ladies.’ Hunter’s smooth voice washed over our circle. ‘I believe you forgot something, Aubree.’ He pulled a ring from his jean pocket and slid it along her finger.

‘You didn’t . . .’ She shook her head in disbelief. Then Hunter pulled her close and kissed her.

I glanced at my new friends, who were watching with mouths gaping. Standard. I elbowed Hunter and said, ‘I’d like to introduce you to our friends. Kristen, Olivia, Lauren and Steph, this is my cousin—’

‘Hunter Stone,’ Kristen finished, wide-eyed.

‘What the hell just happened?’ Steph asked. ‘Am I at the Cross or have I died and gone to heaven?’

‘Depends,’ Hunter said. ‘I’m thinking of stringing Aubree up on a cross.’ Aubree covered his mouth with her hand and shook her head.

‘So Hunter’s your cousin,’ Kristen said. ‘I can see the resemblance. You have the same blue eyes and black hair, but you’re prettier.’ She grinned. ‘I’m not really a Blackbirds fan.’ I laughed at her frankness, especially in front of Hunter. Although it fell on deaf ears, as his attention remained on Aubree.

‘How long are you staying?’ Olivia directed her question to the three of us although when her eyes found Hunter, she twirled a strand of brown hair around her finger.

‘Hunter and Aubree are here for the weekend and I start a teaching contract next week.’

‘Well, if you want to see any of the sights let me know.’ Steph pulled a business card from her bag and handed it to me. ‘I work at the tourist centre.’ She smiled. With her slim frame and dark hair cut short, she reminded me of one of those vampires in Twilight.

‘Which school?’ Kristen asked, turning her attention back to me while her friends swooned over Hunter.

‘The one near the cemetery. I’m teaching junior primary.’

A smile spread across Kristen’s face. ‘You’re not going to believe this, but I teach year two at the same school.’

‘You do? That’s awesome!’

Suddenly I was shoved as the crowd surged forwards with people trying to get closer to Hunter. I turned away as phone cameras flashed in the air above the crowd.

‘I’ll take him back to yours,’ Aubree suggested. ‘Give me your keys.’

I shrugged. ‘It’s fine, don’t bother. Tongues will be already wagging.’

She gave me her I’m sorry look. I turned to the bar and peeped at the corner of the room. Luke was still there. This time when our eyes met, the raw emotion had disappeared. He shook his head and turned away.

Yeah, I was already the centre of attention.

Author Bio


I grew up in Broken Hill a town in far west New South Wales, Australia. Situated in a desert climate where hot dry summers are common, and so are the magical coloured sunsets. Dust storms are simply tolerated. I remember walking home from school in the middle of a dust storm and the red dirt whipping the bare skin of my legs.

During my childhood I also remember the freedom, and the need to explore. As a kid, I would take off on my bike for hours, exploring the outskirts of the town — and searching for Sturt’s Desert Pea — only to return home when hungry or the light was fading into night.

During my teens I played a variety of sport, and developed a sense of community within the sporting bodies.

When I met my future husband, dating became tricky. Small towns are renowned to have a gossip grapevine. The Silver City is a mining town and breeds tough young men, any you could meet at the local pubs on weekends. Despite their rough diamond image, it’s the simplicity of romance that makes many eligible country bachelors happy.

My husband — boyfriend at the time — and I often discovered different places to go on dates. I for one became tired of the usual ‘meet me at the pub’ scene. On weekends, the town comes alive with numerous clubs, pubs and a nightclub in the main street. The people of Broken Hill are known for their friendly manner and are always ready to have a good time. The atmosphere inside a pub quickly escalates with the music, especially since most people know each other, and the night turns into a celebration, just because it’s the weekend.

Yet there are many places to host a romantic date in this oasis in the desert.

Besides the many restaurants and cafes, picnics can be intimate, especially while watching the sun sink into the Mundi Mundi plains, lighting up the sky in brilliant shades of pink, orange and yellow. You only need a rug, chairs, some nibbles and champagne to make it a memorable date.

One of my favourite places is the Sculptures, nine kilometres out of town. Artists like Pro Hart, are renowned all over the world, yet many came from around the world to create the 12 massive sandstone sculptures. Dramatic sunsets can be seen from this sanctuary but considering its popularity with tourists, you might not be alone.

If you like watching sunsets, then you don’t have to drive far to get out of town for an uninterrupted view. I remember lying on the bonnet of my hubby’s car one summer’s night and taking in the stars, pointing out the Southern Cross and other star formations. Nowadays horoscopes, stars and planets can be easily identified with apps on our phones to make it more fun.

With the appeal reality TV shows like a ‘Farmer Wants a Wife’ has to young women searching for a new life, the attraction of living in the country has many positives, and yet I also enjoy living in a small city. Though I have to admit, my country man is the perfect husband!

The best thing I remember about living in the outback: the serenity is mesmerising.

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This is Falling Release Day Launch and Giveaway

Hey guys!

I finished a truly fantastic book the other day!  I know you guys are probably thinking, “She says something like that about almost every book she reads,” but this one outshines most of the others in its fantastic-ness.  In addition to a review, you all are also getting a behind the scenes type thing for the book  AND there is going to be a giveaway!


This is Falling by Ginger Scott really just took my heart and stomped on it, in a good way, I promise.  Rowe has been homeschooled for the last two years and is finally going off to college across the state.  She obviously has some issues, but it takes a while to figure out what they are.  Rowe ends up rooming with a set of twins, Cass and Paige.  Cass and Rowe become friends pretty easily, but Rowe doesn’t like Paige too much.  One night, Rowe runs into a gorgeous guy, Nate, who makes plans to meet up with her the next day.  Throughout the books, Rowe writes Facebook messages to someone even though they don’t answer.

I know I’ve said before that I was really able to connect with and relate to a character, but I have never, and probably will never again, relate to a character like I did Rowe.  She suffers from anxiety because of a past trauma, and she sometimes has panic attacks because of it.  I’m not going to lie, her anxiety about things was way worse than mine, but I could still relate.  The feelings that she had when she was met with something that made her anxious are feelings that I can relate to all too well.

I really, really loved how the story progressed.  I’m not going to lie, when I found out what the trauma in Rowe’s past was I cried, because it hit fairly close to home with an experience I’d had.  My experience was different, but I could still relate; it was still a punch to the gut.  I liked watching Rowe grow and learn to handle her issues with the help of Cass and, mostly, Nate.  I also really loved the relationship between Cass and Ty, Nate’s brother.  I can’t wait to see more of them!  This story was just heart wrenching and funny and uplifting, and a bunch of other good things all rolled into one.  I really just want to go running around and making everyone read this book!  I would definitely recommend it, and I hope you all check it out!

The Stories Behind The Story – THIS IS FALLING by Ginger Scott

THIS IS FALLING is about first loves, overcoming tragedy, finding courage, forging friendships and…baseball. Okay, so maybe it’s only a little about baseball. But it’s enough about baseball. I’ve been dying to write a story with a baseball thread, because as much as I love the purity of high school football (the backdrop for my debut WAITING ON THE SIDELINES), my veins bleed Rawlings leather and warning track dust. Baseball is just plain romantic. It can’t help itself. It’s one of the hardest games to play, impossible to master, and sexy as hell to watch. And I hope readers fall in love with Nate Preeter, my MR. BASEBALL, as much as I’m in love with the game.

There are a lot of little (and a few big) things that inspired me throughout this story, and I thought it might be fun to share some of those secrets—the story-behind-the-story if you will. So I give you Seven Fun Facts about THIS IS FALLING.

  1. The Preeter brothers were inspired by two brothers from Arizona State University—the Poole brothers. I won’t get too deep into their story, but Keith Poole was one hell of a wide receiver, and his brother Marc was paralyzed from the waist down. I worked at the college paper and knew their story well—often seeing Marc on the sidelines, his brother and best friend making a game-winning catch on the field. Their story is one that’s unbelievably inspiring, and it stuck with me for years. I didn’t know them well, having met Keith a handful of times and quoted him once or twice for an editorial. But they made an impression. The Preeter boys aren’t the Pooles. But they were on my mind.
  2. Nate Preeter isn’t any one person, but rather several sort of mashed together to make a hell-of-a sexy ballplayer. He’s part Sun Devil inspired with a touch of Buster Posey, and I made him from Louisiana because my cousin’s from there, and he won a college world series at LSU (and two MLB ones with the Cardinals and Giants – see if you can guess who he is ;-).
  3. Nate’s a catcher, because catchers are, quite honestly and to steal a line from my book, “the heart and the soul of the team.” Plus, Buster Posey is a catcher, and Buster Posey is the bomb. Have I mentioned I like Buster Posey?
  4. I had ASU’s Packard Stadium in my head when I described the fields at McConnell University.
  5. McConnell is loosely modeled after Oklahoma State University in Stillwater. It’s just smaller—more…elite. But the town is very much Stillwater.
  6. There’s a really great bar in THIS IS FALLING called Sally’s. If you know Stillwater, it’s a little bit of a shout-out to Eskimo Joe’s. I named it Sally’s after my bassett hound.
  7. And number seven…there is one prank—the prank above all pranks—that plays out in THIS IS FALLING. I married a man who actually did that to someone;-)

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Stealing Third by Marta Brown
Publication date: July 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

For Emily, going to camp, the summer before college starts, means leaving her feuding parents alone for the next eight weeks, and coming back to divorce papers is a risk she can’t take.

But no matter how many meddling phone calls, questionable hair decisions, and possibly illegal hookups she plans, her parents still march her off to Camp Champ totally against her will.

No matter. A few broken rules, and Em will be home free. That is, until she learns Tyler Ford, her baseball coach father’s star player and her drunken party hookup, is at camp, too.

For Tyler, summer is the onramp to the biggest decision of his life: med school or major leagues. Mega hot, possibly underage Emily? A complication he does not need.

But as the summer heats up with strikeouts and stolen bases will Tyler and Emily hit a home run and get what they’re after? Or will they both be thrown a curveball…in the game of love?

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Tyler’s question catches me off guard, since getting in trouble on purpose is all I’ve been trying to do since I arrived at camp, but right now, that’s not why I’m here. Unless giving Tyler hell can get me in trouble.

“Well?” Tyler asks. His breath, minty and cool, rushes over my face, reminding me just how close we are. “If you’re not here to see Todd, then what are you doing here?” His jaw is tense and flexes as he stares at me.

I bite my lip, unsure how to answer now that I’m here and we’re standing so close I can feel the soft fabric of his Henley brush against my slightly sunburned skin.

Tired of all the games we’re playing, I drop my eyes to the ground and fidget with the frayed hem of my jean shorts. “I…I came to see you,” I admit, trying to keep an edge of anger in my voice, but it comes out sounding exactly the way I feel. Vulnerable.

“Why?” he whispers, angling his head so our foreheads almost touch, the space between us so small I worry he can hear my heart thudding in my chest.

I swallow hard. Why am I here?

My mind races with the excuses I used to justify stomping over here—but with his body so close, and his eyes so intense—flirting with Jenny right in front of my face, or teasing me on the dock, or his antics on the field when I could have sworn he was about to kiss me, all seem irrelevant. The truth is—I wanted to see him.

“I came to…uh…wait—” I know why I stomped over here to see him, mad, and jealous, and determined to stop this game we keep playing, but why is he so mad? Because I’m breaking the rules? Or is it because of something else?

Putting a hand on my hip, I pull away so I can see his face, hoping I’ll find an answer there. “Why do you care if I was here to see Todd or not?”

Tyler blinks like the question has thrown him off guard. He steps backwards and rakes his hands through his hair, taking with him the heat from his body, and sending a chill up my arm in its absence. “You should go, Emily.” The intensity in his stare at war with his words.

“Why?” I take a step towards him, wanting to feel his body close to mine again, wishing he’d tell me to stay.

“Emily.” It’s a plea.

I press again. “Tell me? Why would you care if I was here to see Todd?”

Tyler drops his hands to his sides, sucks in a deep breath, and then lets it out in one quick push of air. “Because the idea of him kissing you, or touching you, or even being near you infuriates me,” he says so deep, and quiet, it comes out more like a growl.

My breath catches as I stare into his eyes—and unlike today on the field—this time he doesn’t hesitate.

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Marta Brown grew up in the Pacific Northwest and was a teenager when Doc Martens, Pearl Jam and flannel were the norm and Dylan loved Kelly forever. (Beverly Hills 90210 shout out)

She still lives just outside Seattle, now with her husband and cat, and loves the rain.

When she’s not writing about cute boys, first kisses and the magic and wonder of being seventeen, she’s watching The CW. And she sleeps in. Late.

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We are ridiculously excited to bring you the Release Day Launch for Jennifer L. Armentrout’s OPPOSITION! OPPOSITION is a young adult Paranormal Romance being published by Entangled Teen and the fifth book in her LUX Series!


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Katy knows the world changed the night the Luxen came.

She can’t believe Daemon welcomed his race or stood by as his kind threatened to obliterate every last human and hybrid on Earth. But the lines between good and bad have blurred, and love has become an emotion that could destroy her—could destroy them all.

Daemon will do anything to save those he loves, even if it means betrayal.

They must team with an unlikely enemy if there is any chance of surviving the invasion. But when it quickly becomes impossible to tell friend from foe, and the world is crumbling around them, they may lose everything— even what they cherish most—to ensure the survival of their friends…and mankind.

War has come to Earth. And no matter the outcome, the future will never be the same for those left standing.



I still stared at Daemon, completely aware that everyone else except him was watching me. Closely. But why wouldn’t he look at me? A razor-sharp panic clawed at my insides. No. Thiscouldn’t be happening. No way.My body was moving before I even knew what I was doing.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Dee shake her head and one of the Luxen males step forward, but I was propelled by an inherent need to prove that my worst fears were not coming true.

After all, he’d healed me, but then I thought of what Dee had said, of how Dee had behaved with me. What if Daemon was like her? Turned into something so foreign and cold? He would’ve healed me just to make sure he was okay.

I still didn’t stop.
 Please, I thought over and over again. Please. Please. Please. On shaky legs, I crossed the long room, and even thoughDaemon hadn’t seemed to even acknowledge my existence, I walked right up to him, my hands trembling as I placed them on his chest.

“Daemon?” I whispered, voice thick.

His head whipped around, and he was suddenly staring down at me. Our gazes collided once more, and for a second I saw something so raw, so painful in those beautiful eyes. And then his large hands wrapped around my upper arms. The contact seared through the shirt I wore, branding my skin, and I thought—I expected—that he would pull me against him, that he would embrace me, and even though nothing would be all right, it would be better.

Daemon’s hands spasmed around my arms, and I sucked in an unsteady breath.

His eyes flashed an intense green as he physically lifted me away from him, setting me back down a good foot back.

I stared at him, something deep in my chest cracking. “Daemon?”

He said nothing as he let go, one finger at a time, it seemed, and his hands slid off my arms. He stepped back, returning his attention to the man behind the desk.

“So . . . awkward,” murmured the redhead, smirking.

I was rooted to the spot in which I stood, the sting of rejection burning through my skin, shredding my insides like I was nothing more than papier-mâché.

“I think someone was expecting more of a reunion,” the Luxen male behind the desk said, his voice ringing with amusement. “What do you think, Daemon?”

One shoulder rose in a negligent shrug. “I don’t think anything.”

My mouth opened, but there were no words. His voice, his tone, wasn’t like his sister’s, but like it had been when we first met. He used to speak to me with barely leashed annoyance, where a thin veil of tolerance dripped from every word.The rift in my chest deepened.
For the hundredth time since the Luxen arrived, SergeantDasher’s warning came back to me. What side would Daemon and his family stand on? A shudder worked its way down my spine. I wrapped my arms around myself, unable to truly process what had just happened.

“And you?” the man asked. When no one answered, he tried again. “Katy?”

I was forced to look at him, and I wanted to shrink back from his stare. “What?” I was beyond caring that my voice broke on that one word.

The man smiled as he walked around the desk. My gaze flickered over to Daemon as he shifted, drawing the attention of the beautiful redhead. “Were you expecting a more personal greeting?” he asked. “Perhaps something more intimate?”

I had no idea how to answer. I felt like I’d fallen into the rabbit hole, and warnings were firing off left and right. Something primal inside me recognized that I was surrounded by predators.

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# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.

Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV.

She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.

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First Impression: A Shadow Maven Paranormal by Pauline Creeden

Genre: YA Paranormal

Published: March 31st, 2014

Published by: AltWit Press

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Chira Kelly thought she didn’t need anyone…until she met Ben.

Because of one ugly rumor, Chira lives as an outcast at her school. Which is fine with her, because she works better alone. Always has, always will. And at least she has her one and only true friend, Tasha. When Tasha insists that they join a group to visit a possibly haunted abandoned old schoolhouse, she’s wary, but joins her friend. Because of that decision, their lives are in jeopardy as a malevolent spirit targets the group. Tragedies and accidents pick them off one by one, and Chira finds herself drawn to the one person who can see the truth. But can he protect her?


 She rips my hall pass from her pad and points it toward the young man sitting across from her desk. “Chira Kelley, meet Ben Oscuro. He’s new here and needs someone to show him around. It just so happens he’s also a member of class 18B.”

I finally focus on the boy. He doesn’t look up at me, and his disheveled dark hair is just long enough that it hides his eyes. But he pushes himself up from his chair, and his slim form towers over me. He’s at least six-feet-two and his uniform is almost as crumpled as his hair. He swings his backpack onto a strong, square shoulder and nibbles his full bottom lip. His smooth olive skin and dark hair make him look like a foreign rocker, and there’s something about him that seems vaguely familiar.

“Here’s a copy of his class schedule. When you’re not in the same class, I want you to leave a few minutes early and help him find the next class room. That’s your job for today. Got it?”

I swallow back and resist sniffling again. Taking the hall pass and the copy of the schedule from her, I say, “Um…sure.”

“Excellent. Robin, you’re off the hook.”

The office aide pumps a fist in the air before returning to file more papers in the cabinet. The secretary’s chair squeals a dismissal, and Mrs. Campbell picks up her phone, returning to her duties without another word.

Ben pulls open the office door and stands to the side to allow me to go first. The hallway that was empty only a short while ago is now full of students and their continuous conversations. With a shrug, I eye his class schedule quickly. Except for second and sixth period, we have exactly the same schedule. He’s in all of the advanced classes, too. Only he has gym for second period and Latin for sixth – opposite of my schedule, except I take French.

Piece of cake.

I glance up at him again, and his eyes meet mine. My breath hitches. His intense gaze makes me feel like he’s measuring me. The dark pools of his eyes seem deep and bottomless, but there’s something strange about them. They’re brown, but he has colored contacts. Why would anyone color their eyes brown?

My heart flutters. A sniffle escapes me before I can stop it. Ugh. I clear my throat and start in the direction of first period. “Follow me.”

We elbow our way down the freshman hall toward the second floor, but before we start up I point down the way. “Do you know what your locker number is?”

Ben nods and pushes his backpack on his shoulder farther.

I wait for a second and then smile. “What is it?”

“706.” He has a slight accent, and his voice is deeper than I expect. I suppress a shiver at the jolt the musical timbre of his voice sends through my body. I’m resonating like a tuning fork. I really want him to speak again with every fiber of my being. What’s with me?

“Uh…okay.” I swallow, trying to regain composure. I take him to the general area of the locker. “Here it is.”

He looks at it, nods, and returns his hard gaze to me. Is he always so stiff? Probably just nerves from being new.

“I know you don’t have any books to put in it, but do you want to try out the combination?”

He lifts one shoulder in a shrug and spins the combo quickly through the three numbers. I purposefully avert my eyes so he knows I’m not peeking. He opens the locker wide, nods toward me, and then closes it again.

“Great. We have first period over here.”

“You and I have the same first period?”

My body vibrates again, and I blink hard. So glad my back was to him so he couldn’t see the effect his voice has on me. I swallow and face him. “Actually, yeah. Our schedules are very similar. It’s a smallish school, so there’re only a few tracks that juniors can be on.”

He nods, and his eyes are half lidded as if he’s bored already.

I lead him toward our classroom. “We don’t really have assigned seats, so you can pretty much sit anywhere you want. I’ll show you to the gym at the end of class. I have French next, but it’s not too far from there.” 

I lead him to the front of the class, and my friend Tasha gives me a wan smile and raises her eyebrows, looking back and forth between me and Ben. She mouths, Who’s that?

I roll my eyes and put up one finger toward her to let her know I’ll tell her in a minute. Then I turn to the teacher. I hand him the schedule from the office. “Hi, Mr. Scott, this is Ben Oscuro, a transfer.”

Mr. Scott’s kind blue eyes smile at us both. He sets down the Mountain Dew he was drinking and offers Ben a wide grin. He puts a hand out for him to shake. Ben hesitates but takes the hand in what looks like a firm grip. Mr. Scott shakes his hand afterward. “That’s some grip you’ve got there.” He laughs and leans down to the bottom drawer of his desk and hands Ben a geography text book.

With a nod, I return to Tasha and squeeze into the desk next to hers. I’m at Jackson Hall partially on my father’s insurance money partially on scholarship because my stepdad works at the school. What he does, I don’t know, because I’ve never seen him. Because of all this, I’m somewhat of a social pariah. My only real friend is Tasha Brown, a pariah herself, being one of the few African-American kids in the school. Still she tends to be more popular than me, because at least her family has the money they’ve made in the night club and music business. But then there’s that rumor…

“So who is the new hottie?” Tasha hops up and down in her seat.

I shake my head at her. “You are one big hormone, you know that? Sure, he’s cute, but is there any guy in the room you don’t consider a hottie?”

Tasha scans the room with her hand on her chin and a very serious expression on her face. Her hair is in the typical pigtail braids she usually uses to play up the uniform. She has on no sweater, and her shirt is one size too small, the buttonholes at the front  stretched to expose part of her red bra. Finally she returns her gaze to me. “There’s only one guy in here that doesn’t rank hottie.”

“Really? Who?”

She leans in conspiratorially and whispers, “Mr. Scott.”

I nearly choke on a laugh as I eye the middle-aged, balding teacher at the front of the room. But I have to admit, Jackson Hall is a prep school. And there’s no one who can afford to make their children look their best more than the wealthy. I guess if I take my father’s words to heart, it’s better to be the poor kid in the rich kids’ school…than the other way around. Right?

Tasha’s smile returns, and I follow her gaze to figure out why. Ben Oscuro walks down the aisle between us and takes the desk right behind mine. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. He smells like pine and mint, and it reminds me of the outdoors. When I open them again, Tasha’s smile has grown impossibly wider. She leans towards me and whispers, “What was that you said about hormones again?”

I shove my elbow toward her, but she dodges me with a giggle. 

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In simple language, Pauline Creeden creates worlds that are both familiar and strange, often pulling the veil between dimensions. She becomes the main character in each of her stories, and because she has ADD, she will get bored if she pretends to be one person for too long. Pauline is a horse trainer from Virginia, but writing is her therapy. Her books have hit #1 on the Amazon Bestseller List and Armored Hearts won the 2013 Book Junkie’s Choice Award in Historical Fiction. First Impression: A Shadow MavenParanormal is her first mystery. It’s a dark urban fantasy and will be released March 24, 2014.

Website: http://PaulineCreeden.com

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Krista Richmond


“He’s Hollywood premieres, and I’m small-town newspaper. Where can this possibly go?”

Release Date: 22nd May 2014
Genre: Fiction/ Contemporary Romance
Published by: The Writers Coffee Shop

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As both a fan and a journalist, Lily Richards often wonders what role the media plays in creating the phenomenon that is actor Daniel Brighton. Personally, she prefers to report her favorite celebrity’s latest role rather than his latest dining companion—but she knows others in her profession don’t always agree.

A chance encounter with Daniel at a press junket gives Lily the opportunity to prove she’s not like other journalists. But Nate Brennan—Daniel’s publicist—isn’t convinced of Lily’s altruistic nature. He’s baffled by his client’s sudden preference for the no-name columnist, and when they are forced to work together, their professional battles soon lead to personal sparks.

As Lily becomes more involved in the world of entertainment media, she must balance what she feels is appropriate celebrity coverage with the personal relationships she now holds dear.

How much is too much when you’re standing near the glare of the Spotlight?


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Topic: You have worked as a journalist, writing features … how has this experienced influenced your prospective and how does it impact upon your writing?

Feature writing is all about getting to know the person you’re profiling. The whys and the hows are often the most interesting part of the story. And in many ways, writing about celebrities is no different.

I’ve been blessed to have the opportunities to write about a few celebrities – from famous Food Network personalities to well-known actors and actresses – and I learned two important things:

  1. I want to be a better journalist. I’ve been in press conferences where variations of the same question are asked again and again. So, I make an effort to think of creative, thoughtful things to ask.  I figure that if I’m only going to get one or two questions in, I need to make them count!
  2. Celebrities are humans, too. They get bored. They get hungry. They get tired. They get aggravated. They get excited about projects. Some are funny and incredibly clever. Others are distracted and don’t want to be there. Just like the members of the press asking the questions.


My Review

I loved this book.  I wish that I could read it for the first time all over again!  This story is about a woman who works at a Nashville newspaper, and would like to get to write about movies instead of just the everyday things she writes about.  I loved that Lily tried to stick to her principles and do what she thought and knew to be right.  When we first meet Lily, she is going to see a play that has Daniel Brighton in it.  Daniel was the star of her favorite show, but the show got cancelled, so she is trying to see him preforming any chance she gets.  Okay, I’ve never gone to shows that my favorite actors are in, but this makes me think of when I got to meet Nathan Fillion; if more of my favorites came around here, I’d be driving three and four hours to meet them, too.  As the story goes on, she gets a job at FilmInsanity.com, and she gets to interview Daniel, and later they have an accidental conversation on their own, and they eventually become friends.  An unexpected romance occurs, and it made me really excited.  When there were hints of romance between Lily and you know who, I didn’t want it to happen, I wanted her with anyone but him.  As time went on, I really got into the romance, and they became one of my beloved ships.  Overall, I was happy with the book, and I would definitely buy this book and recommend it to my friends.  Oh!  And my favorite thing about this book?  It was clean!!  Those of you who follow me regularly know that I don’t like smut in my books, but that if it’s there I’ll skip it, but there is nothing more rewarding than reading  a book in a genre that is typically chalk full of smut, and finding out that it is clean.  I was so thrilled!  I would highly recommend this book to you all!  It was awesome!




Author Bio: 


Krista Richmond is a journalist, pop culture enthusiast and a true Southern girl at heart. When she isn’t writing, she’s often in her kitchen, attempting to recreate recipes created by her favorite Food Network personalities, or at her local theater, catching the latest blockbuster (or indie flick).

A graduate of Tennessee Tech University and the University of Tennessee with degrees in communications, she worked in print journalism for several years. Now, she works in marketing in southern Louisiana.

Follow her adventures on Twitter at @KristaRichmond.

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Ms. Richmond has a very conservative writing style but overlooking the formality came a great storyline complete with great character development, There were surprising little twists and plot shifts that made this book stand out from all the others.

                                                        -Talk Books To Me

I was really looking forward to reading this book. I don’t know why but I really like reading about writers, and part of what I really liked about the book and the writing was how the author made the character of Lily a very ethical writer, and in this day in age when tabloid journalism is so rampant, it was kind of refreshing really Lily’s point of view on how covering the entertainment industry should be done. 

                                                     -Home. Love. Books

Lily Richards has the kind of fairytale life that 20 years ago I wished I had. Her work – and a little stalking – has resulted in a friendship with the hottest actor on the planet, but it’s his publicist she can’t stop thinking about. I’m so glad Richmond took Lily in this direction, because having her fall for the actor would have been too much of a Mary Sue move. Nate is great, and I loved their e-mail exchanges. A lovely debut novel.  Goodreads (Andrea)


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