April 1, 2013. The following books are aimed at readers from ‘tweens to teens, each one quite different in tone, story line and approach. Do you write YA for this age bracket?  Please go to the page here titled “YA Bookshelf Guidelines” to see how you can submit your work to us. We are filled through June, and the sky’s the limit from July on. We welcome the opportunity to shine the spotlight on your YA book!

blonde walking in wood 01THE HAWK PRINCE by Megan Peters


In the first novel of “The Seraphim Chronicles,” Seraphim Fletcher, a young maiden who lives with her father in the woods, discovers an amazing palace hidden amongst the trees. With her discovery, she learns that the prince of the castle has been transformed into a hawk by a scheming sorcerer and his place has been usurped by an evil Duke.  Alongside the Prince’s most trusted man, Seraphim must discover the secret behind the spell before it becomes permanent.



Her eyes flew wide, and she sat upright. She looked around the room, straining her eyes against the darkness. The window was still open, but the night was silent. She was alone in the room.


She rose from the bed, and actually checked the room over, looking in every nook and cranny. Nobody was hiding in the curtains by the window. Nobody stood in the doorway, either, which still remained bolted against any entrance. Nobody…

A flutter of movement caught her night-adjusted eyes. She stared hard at the corner of the room where it had come from. It was over by a large vanity. An antique mirror hung on the wall there. She remembered having looked at it earlier and wondering what great Lady had last looked upon herself within its silvered glass.

The hawk sat calmly on the dresser in front of it.

She gasped softly as she recognized the bird, but she made no move closer. It wasn’t the hawk itself that had startled her, this time, but the reflection in the mirror behind it.

Instead of a feathered bird that rested upon its sculpted posts, a man stood in front of the large chest of drawers. She could only make out part of his face, for he was mostly turned away from the mirror, but she knew that he was the most handsome youth that she had ever seen.


A born storyteller, Megan Peters began writing in middle school. On Christmas Day, 2012, she fulfilled a long-held dream when her first novel, The Hawk Prince, became available on Amazon. A native Floridian, she has recently moved to Alabama, where she lives out her own happily-ever-after with her fiancé and their two cats.

Publisher: Self-published

Cover Artist: Megan Peters

Buy link: Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Hawk-Prince-Seraphim-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B00AT6GRW0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1356718246&sr=1-1&keywords=The+Hawk+Prince

Buy link: Paperback: https://www.createspace.com/4110981

Roman-final 2x3ROMAN (SAINTS AND SINNERS) by Kennedy Streath


In a dying town, two teens marked as broken struggle with the burden of lies masquerading as truth. Not even a man of faith is strong enough to hold back the coming darkness.

After her mother’s death TJ comes to live with a father she barely knows and a brother ready to deploy back to his unit. Roman is the enigmatic teen harboring brutal secrets who lives above her father’s garage. Tony, the brother, has already warned TJ to stay away from Roman; on this night he has even more reason to do so.


The neighbor’s pond lay a hundred yards downhill and to the south. Bullfrogs croaked intermittently, the sound echoing like distant burps. Other than that, and the crunching sound of his combat books shuffling through deadfall and dried leaves, all was preternaturally silent.

Too silent.

He’d already given away his position. Whoever waited in front of the house would know he was coming. He peeled off to his right, softly skirting a small stand of rhododendron, and bleeding into the shadows cast by the garage. The building backed into the hillside so circling behind and around it was not an option.

He withdrew the nine millimeter out of habit and transferred it to his left hand, keeping his right free to feel along the cool steel ridges as he crept quietly, crouching low to the ground.

The porch light was off, the bulb burned out. He’d forgotten to fix it. A flickering blue glow from the right confirmed that Benedict was indeed in the office, probably dozing. TJ’s light was on, her tall frame outlined clearly in the window. She had the sash up and was leaning out, elbows resting on the sill, her long blonde hair in a pin straight cascade on either side of her narrow shoulders.

After staring at the light, his vision compromised, he couldn’t be exactly sure what the girl was staring at so intently, but he could make an educated guess. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. Like someone had just walked on his grave.

Anton stilled, taking short shallow breaths and slowing his heartbeat with conscious effort.

Roman stood on a spare patch of grass, legs apart, fingers hooked into the loops on his jeans, his head tilted back, staring up toward the second floor.

And TJ.


Kennedy Streath writes with gritty realism, exploring that intersect where the paranormal and the suspension of disbelief take a back seat to the power of the spirit and the raw edges of conflicted souls. He moves to the backbeat that’s a heartbeat, blending action, suspense and intensely sensual romance.

Kennedy lives in the country with horses to ground that spectre of disquiet that haunts us all and a belief in the promise of the young and young at heart.

Name of publisher: PubRight

Cover Artist: Poppet

Buy links:

Kindle: http://amzn.to/T8YFml

Amazon (print): http://amzn.to/WhrLB0

pirate-blockade-runner-cat-200x300A PIRATE, A BLOCKADE RUNNER, AND A CAT by Beverly Stowe McClure


Thirteen-year-old Erik Burks’ life is falling apart. When he discovers a lace bra in the glove compartment of his dad’s car, his mom leaves his father and drags Erik from being king of the hill in Texas to the bottom of the pits in South Carolina. No Dad, no baseball, no friends . . . just Starry Knight (a girl who reads minds) and her equally weird brother, Stormy, the twins that live down the block. To make matters worse, he soon meets a pirate, a blockade runner, and a cat. All ghosts


It’s funny how a split second can change a guy’s life. One week, I’m living in Texas with Mom and Dad. I’m the star pitcher on the Pirates baseball team, and I’m trying to figure out what to say to make Diana, the blonde in history class, notice me.

The next week, I’m in South Carolina, a thousand miles from Texas. No Dad. No baseball team. No Diana. Just Mom and me, now living with Aunt Molly. Oh, and Starry and Stormy Knight, the weird twins who live down the street.

So here I am, a thirteen-year-old kid ripped from my friends and my life, sitting in the sand on Folly Beach, a short distance from Aunt Molly’s house, watching the sky grow dark, the waves building, and wondering where it all went wrong. I’m not alone for long. As always, they find me.

“Hey, Ek. How’s it?”

Stormy plopped down beside me, stirring up sand. My nose twitched. I sneezed. What kind of talk was “How’s it?” And who was “Ek”? His sister, Starry, settled on my other side. I was surrounded, no chance to escape, short of jumping into the ocean.

“Have you seen the lights?” Star asked.

On the day we met she told me to call her Star or Starry. Either way she was from outer space. I glanced over my shoulder at the football field length of tall grass separating the beach from the nearest houses.

“You mean those?” I pointed at the hazy glow around a street lamp. “What’s the big deal?”

“Not those. Over there.” Star tipped her head in the direction of the water. “Look.”

“I’m looking. I’m looking.” Why was she so excited? All I saw was a faint beam of light floating across the inlet. “So? It’s a reflection of the moon.”


Beverly Stowe McClure is a retired teacher who now spends her days reading and writing. Her published works include articles in leading children‘s magazines and also nine books for children and teens. Her latest is A Pirate, a Blockade Runner, and a Cat, paranormal adventure for teens. Beverly’s blogs are



Publisher: MuseItUp Publishing

Cover Artist: Nika Dixon

Buy Links:

MuseItUp:  http://bit.ly/13kSy3h

Amazon:     http://amzn.to/WWZTAH

palaceoftwelvepillars200x300PALACE OF THE TWELVE PILLARS: Book One by Christina Weigand


The Peace Summit is in shambles, the prince kidnapped.

When the rival king realizes he kidnapped the wrong prince, hostilities escalate. Loyalties to each other and country are tested for the twin princes of Crato, Joachim and Brandan.

Joachim, captive of King Waldrom, faces deception and betrayal as he struggles to find his way home. Brandan, at home with a father focused on rescuing Joachim, wrestles with his own demons as he searches for his place in the world and the favor of his father.

Torn from the safety and peace of their childhood, they are thrust into a world where bonds of family, brotherhood and roles as heirs to Crato are tested. Through war, spiritual journeys, death and marriage, will they choose the path of good or evil? Who can be trusted, as the world they know slips into a whirlpool of chaos?


Then his gaze fell on Waldrom. Here was the man, so smug and condescending, who sought to destroy Crato and threatened his parents. He didn’t seem the least bit imposing reclining upon his throne. Disgust overwhelmed the prince, and it was all he could do not to spit on the floor. The man was the antithesis of his father, who, with his broad shoulders and compassionate demeanor, commanded the respect of all who knew him.

The king rose from the throne and waved for the guard to bring Joachim forward.

“Prince Brandan, I presume. I’m King Waldrom.”

“Prince Brandan? No, I’m Joachim.” Waldrom stepped back, and Joachim saw the fire burning in his eyes.

“What do you mean, you’re not Prince Brandan?”  Waldrom looked at the guard holding Joachim and waved his hand. A candelabrum flew from the wall, hitting the guard and igniting his beard. The guard swatted wildly at the flames while Waldrom advanced on Melvane, standing by the door. “How could you grab the wrong prince?”

The wizard dropped to his knees. “My Lord, our spies told us Prince Brandan would be in the training room.”


Christina Weigand is a writer, wife, and mother of four. She is also Nana to three granddaughters. She lives with her husband and youngest daughter in Washington State.  She is currently working on fantasy novels and inspirational writing. Through her writing, she strives to share the Word of God and help people  realize the love and mercy He has for everyone.

Publisher: MuseItUp Publishing

Cover Artist: Marion Sipe

Buy Link:  Pre-order at 20% dscount here. Release date is April 26.

artificialgods 2x3ARTIFICIAL GODS by Thomm Quackenbush


Jasmine Woods looks forward to a calm summer at home in a small town in upstate New York. On her first night there, she witnesses an object in the sky she cannot identify. Though she is perfectly willing to brush it off as swamp gas reflected off Venus, two men arrive at her door the next day to harass her into silence.


She slunk around the corner, seeing the object in the sky for only a moment. The fiery afterimage stained her vision. As though it sensed it had been spotted, it tipped to one side and extinguished all lights. When her eyes adjusted, she could not find anything in the sky, no absence of stars that could justify what she had seen.

Jasmine exhaled slowly, and she decided it was an atmospheric phenomenon of which she knew little. She thought she had heard about swamp gas or will-o’-the-wisp. Pine Bush surely had enough rotting vegetation to make this a possible, if not likely, explanation.

In her ignorance, she felt there was ample room to explain away whatever had just been in the sky. It was nothing she should let worry her, she decided.

As she turned to go in, whispering to herself to relax and forget, she smacked into a yielding obstacle. She jumped back, flailing, smacking the boy several times as her fight-or-flight response became confused from the collision.

She knocked him to the grass. “Who the hell are you?”

“Dylan,” he answered, making no effort to rise, as though he had meant to be on the ground this whole time. “You?”


He seemed flustered for only a breath. “Chrys’s sister? I’ve heard some about you. It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’ve heard nothing about you. What are you doing in my backyard?”

He raised his eyebrows, both as indication of direction and incredulousness. “I guess the same thing you are.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, feeling suddenly defensive.

“The UFO. You saw it too. I watched you.”

Jasmine backed up as though these words were blows from a bat. “What are you talking about? I don’t know what I just saw.”


Thomm Quackenbush is a novelist, essayist, and teacher in the Hudson Valley. He has been previously published by Cave Drawing Ink, The Journal of Cartoon Over-Analysis, Broken City, and Paragon Press. He is the webmaster of http://xenex.org, where is posts his writing. He hardly ever touches ghosts anymore, despite what his books may insist.

Publisher: Double Dragon Publishing

Cover Artist:  Deron Douglas

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