March 8, 2013. The following five spotlighted books are those sent to us, first come first served, from the authors. Any authors who would like their book included in an upcoming page, please go to the page on this blogsite titled “YA Bookshelf Guidelines.”
Blurb: When 13 year old Stephanie (Stevie) is orphaned and slightly lamed in a terrible accident, her life changes and her dreams of running for Scotland are over. Her Gran is no longer able to cope with Stevie’s moods, and sends her to an aunt on a Scottish island.
Although she gradually makes new friends and finds an interest in the bird sanctuary, Stevie is soon in danger from two bird poachers intent on harming the eagles. But who is the strange boy in the hills, who protects the eagles and helps Stevie to heal? And does he have anything to do with the painted rocks and legends on the island?
Closing her eyes, Stevie turned her face toward the sun. Its heat made her whole body warm for the first time in all these awful months. She loved the countryside near their town and remembered lots of happy picnics with her parents when she was small.
A sudden sound like a stick snapping made her jump up with a start. Someone walked toward her from the high ground. Standing up, ready to hurry back down the way she’d come if necessary, Stevie was surprised to see a boy. Even more surprising he raised a hand and waved. She didn’t wave back, but waited, curious about him.
When he got nearer, she thought he looked about fifteen. What on earth brought him up there? Unsure what to do and not wanting to look foolish by running away, she watched while he approached.
“Hello there, I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you on holiday?” he asked in a low, friendly voice.
Stevie answered without hesitation, “Sort of. I’m staying with my aunt, in the cottage back there.” She pointed down the hillside.
“I’m Karig.” He held out his hand, but Stevie ignored it; she wasn’t feeling that friendly.
“I’m Stephanie, though everyone calls me Stevie.”
“Stephanie. I like that.”
Stevie almost insisted on the shorter name but something held her back. Only Gran and her parents ever called her by her full name. Yet, looking at him she found it didn’t matter at all.
His own name sounded a bit strange, though he didn’t look foreign exactly, with golden brown hair and a bit of a hooked nose. But she really noticed his eyes for their strange amber colour, and his piercing gaze almost mesmerised her.
Shivering slightly, she took a step away from him. He didn’t scare her exactly, just spooked her a bit for some reason.
Bio: Rosemary Gemmell is a Scottish freelance writer whose short stories, articles and children’s stories are published in UK national magazines, in the US, and online. Summer of the Eagles is her first tween book published by MuseItUp Publishing (as Ros). The next tween book, The Jigsaw Puzzle, will be published around April 2013. Her historical novels, Dangerous Deceit and Mischief at Mulberry Manor are published under the name Romy. Rosemary is a member of the Society of Authors, the Scottish Association of Writers and the Romantic Novelists’ Association. http://www.rosemarygemmell.com
Publisher: MuseItUp Publishing
Cover Artist: Kaytalin Platt
ISOSCELES by Scott R. Casely
Blurb: When he finds his best friend Trey Goodsby dead and almost completely submerged in a bathtub filled with bloody water, Sean McIntyre is determined to find out if it was an accident or suicide. If it was suicide, why did he do it? And, did his death accidental or intentional have anything to do with Madeline Edwards, the woman who came between them constantly through their thirteen-year friendship? This coming-of-age mystery romance begins with Trey’s death, and explores his relationships with family, friends, his romances, and which of the circumstances he found himself in that led to the tragic event, and the repercussions for those he left behind.
Creeping over to the box of blocks less than five feet from the audience, I reached in blindly selecting a triangle-shaped one with green crayon on the side facing up. With everyone so enamored by the courthouse, they didn’t even notice my hands trembling at my side with rage. Giving one last furtive glance to Trey, Madeline, Mr. Carter, and then ending on my classmates, I felt ready to execute the plan.
Many of the other kids started to pick up on my actions, giving me a brief moment of satisfaction. Their jaws dropped as they watched the projectile block following a jagged path through their makeshift circle. Of course, motor coordination issues since birth and anger clouded my vision. Translation: my aim was inaccurate.
The block went careening through the air, never even coming close to its intended target. Trey knew no fear, however. He must’ve sensed my imprecise aim the moment it left my unsteady hand. Without raising an eyebrow, let alone diverting his eyes from his structure, his arm swatted the wooden toy away like a fly. It changed course to come crashing down onto the bridge of my Madeline’s button nose. I’m not sure what started to pour first, the blood from her nostrils or the tears from her green eyes.
Bio: Before this novel, Scott R. Casely wrote and directed a dramatic feature, co-wrote and directed a documentary and contributed to an online magazine. He’s also a trained voice, stage, and screen actor. In addition to his creative pursuits, he is passionately following a mostly self-directed fitness quest consisting of weight training, walking, swimming, yoga, and hula hooping.
Publisher: Muse It Up Publishing
Blurb: When Stefan Gessler goes back to 1307 AD to prevent the Wilhelm Tell legend from happening and restore honour to his family name, he expects to be awed as the hero from the 21st century. He’s in for the shock of his life. Not only does Wilhelm Tell trap him in the 14th century, but a shape-shifting sibyl and an evil knight are determined to keep him there, dead or alive.
This is a ‘Hero’s Journey’ with a difference. Stefan hides behind masks while seeking his true identity, in the fascinating, often frightening world of Medieval Switzerland.
As Stefan slipped from behind the heavy tapestry, a figure in black flung open the shutters. Fading daylight flooded the room. An uncomfortable sense of familiarity prickled his skin. If this was the sibyl, she had him cornered.
He dived back behind the wall hanging and slammed his hand on the limestone surface, rubbing the wall in search of the hidden mechanism. He thumped the stones, but couldn’t reopen the secret passage. The tapestry moved about him as if struck with a broom. Pulling in his stomach, he flattened himself against the wall. The movement stopped. He drew a breath and waited.
The edge of the tapestry rolled back. A hand reached for his cloak. The nail on the middle finger grew longer. It curved into a talon.
“I need you Dear One. Come to me,” the woman purred.
Stefan gazed at a lovely young face, the face of his unrequited love. “Ursula!” He spoke her name, enthralled even though a part of him knew the girl wasn’t real. Unable to abandon his toxic desire, he followed her into the light and believed he mattered to her.
Her cold touch soothed his face. He breathed the scent from the cinnamon sticks she’d poked through the wilted, wildflower-circlet on her head, but a sudden whiff of the bat faeces she sought to disguise brought him to his senses.
“Urgh!” he said, scanning the room for a means of escape. “Keep away from me.”
Bio: Wendy Laharnar writes for young and old. She enjoys adventuring in enchanting places, like the real Switzerland in The Unhewn Stone, with her heroes, many of whom are fictionalized from life. She lives in Australia, by the sea, with her husband and mini Schnauzer, Spitzli. The Unhewn Stone placed 3rd in the Young Adult Books, Preditors and Editors Readers Award 2011 and took 2nd place in Book Covers, for cover designer Tiger Matthews.
Publisher: Muse It Up Publishing
Cover artist: Tiger Matthews
Blurb: In the modern Kingdom of Ireland, the fairies are dying. The Fairy King would rather dance than worry—but he must have a mortal dancing partner.
When Janet Gleason’s grandfather becomes the U.S. Ambassador to Ireland, she must leave Boston behind. An invitation to a royal ball terrifies her. A fairy witch overhears her wish to learn to dance.
Prince Liam Boru moves through Dublin in disguise. Janet crashes into him, and he asks to see her again. When they meet, the fairies steal Janet away.
Can Liam and Janet outwit a fairy king who’s been hoodwinking mortals for centuries?
Liam swallowed hard. He’d seen replicas of such huts in Ireland’s folk parks. He’d also viewed ruins of the original ring forts, all that remained of the structures built by the mysterious peoples who’d lived and died in prehistoric Ireland thousands of years ago.
Where had this one come from? Why was it on the Nose of Howth? Liam had never seen it before, nor had he heard of any gimmicky tourism plans for the cliff walk. Of course, he didn’t know everything. Convincing himself that he’d failed to see the hut at first because the sun had blinded him, he ventured toward the structure.
He spotted a doorway and relaxed. Janet was there, speaking to a woman wearing a period costume, medieval or older. That’s what it was, he thought: tourism come to tarnish Howth. How could Uncle Peadar have allowed such nonsense?
Liam called Janet’s name again, but neither she nor the woman showed any sign that they’d heard him. The wind must have carried his voice away. He stalked toward the roundhouse. As he approached, the costumed woman placed a necklace over Janet’s head.
The roundhouse flickered, faded, and reappeared. Alarmed, Liam stopped. This was no tourist gimmick. As his thoughts scrambled for an explanation, the woman grabbed Janet’s arm and pulled her into the hut.
“Janet, no!” His ferocious roar proved useless. Unbelievably, the roundhouse began to dissolve. No longer doubting his horrified senses, he dove at the hut and charged through the disappearing door.
The world around him melted away.
Bio: Pat McDermott writes romantic action/adventure stories set in an Ireland that might have been. She is a member of the New Hampshire Writers’ Project, Romance Writers of America, and Celtic Hearts Romance Writers. She enjoys cooking, hiking, reading, and traveling, especially to Ireland. She lives and writes in New Hampshire.
Publisher: Muse It Up Publishing
Cover Artist: Kaytalin Platt
Special note: Confessions of a Teenage Hermaphrodite is a young adult/contemporary coming-of-age story about a teen growing up with a sexually ambiguous body. No violence, explicit sex, or foul language, but it does deal frankly with issues related to intersex and gender.
Blurb: Jameson was born with one testis, one ovary, and a pixie face. He can be like other boys after minor surgery and a few years on testosterone. Well, that’s what his parents always say. But Jamie sees an elfin princess in the mirror, and male hormones would only ruin her pretty face. For him to become the man his parents expect, Jameson must leave behind the hopes and dreams of a little girl. But what is so wrong with Jamie’s dreams that they can’t be her life?
Kaylah safety-pinned the white velvet skirt to my slip, so the waist stayed up under my arms and the hem brushed the floor. The satin sleeves of the woodland green blouse hung down past my fingertips. She wrapped a silver lace belt around my waist twice and made a bow in the back. A spider-silk flower went on my shoulder. I sat down so she could tie the ribbons of starlight ballet slippers around my ankles. “There you are!” She clapped her hands together. “Princess Grace herself doesn’t dress any finer than that.”
Fancy clothes weren’t all an elfin princess needed to be dressed for a party, so I sat facing my reflection and waited for my maidservant to finish. She stood behind me in the wall mirror, intense concentration twisting her face. I grinned as she pulled the soft foam rollers out of my locks and fluffed, brushed, teased, and sprayed until my hair was perfect. It wasn’t very long, but the color was pretty, somewhere between ripe pumpkin and the gold of the earrings she clipped on my ears.
Face full of wonder, Kaylah held a glass vial before my eyes. “There’s a river so high in the Mountains of the Moon that the water turns silvery-blue.” She pulled the stopper out of the shiny bottle and dipped a small brush into it. “I’m going to paint your nails with moonlight. Sit still until it dries.”
In the mirror sat a beautiful elfin princess—golden hair aglow, large emerald eyes, small red mouth, and rosy cheeks sprinkled with freckles. She was the happiest elf-maiden of the realm. I stood, grabbed a handful of white velvet on each side, curtseyed to the lady in the mirror, and spun around so my skirt would fly.
Bio: Born with a rare intersex condition, Lianne was tiny and frail as a child, with a pixie face and a timid disposition. Faced with getting her puberty from a bottle, she chose pink. Today she and her husband live in the suburbs outside Atlanta.
Publisher: ebook: MuseItUp Publishing…paperback: Faie Miss Press
Cover artist: Lianne Simon
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