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Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Knee Deep Blog Tour: Guest Post + Excerpt

Hey guys! So I'm part of the Knee Deep Blog Tour, and today, I've got a guest post by the author, Jolene Perry, as well as an excerpt for the book! Interested? Read on!
   

Shawn is the guy Ronnie Bird promised her life to at the age of fourteen. He's her soul mate. He's more uptight every day, but it's not his fault. His family life is stressful, and she's adding to it. She just needs to be more understanding, and he'll start to be the boy she fell in love with. She won’t give up on someone she’s loved for so long. 
Luke is her best friend, and the guy she hangs with to watch girlie movies in her large blanketopias. He's the guy she can confide in before she even goes to her girlfriends, and the guy who she's playing opposite in Romeo and Juliet. Now her chest flutters every time he gets too close. This is new. Is Ronnie falling for him? Or is Juliet? The lines are getting blurry, but leaving one guy for another is not something that a girl like Ronnie does.

Shawn’s outbursts are starting to give her bruises, and Luke’s heart breaks as Ronnie remains torn. While her thoughts and feelings swirl around the lines between friendship and forever, she’s about to lose them both.

Guest Post

Sometimes a story is more personal than you expect it to be.

I read an article in an online newspaper that talked about the YA books coming out that year which dealt with abusive relationships.

I'd part mapped one out a while back, and thought maybe I'd work on it - all evidence that the market had just gotten an influx of them didn't sway me the way it should have…

The more I wrote in the story, the more personal it became.

I was not ever hit by my boyfriend in high school. He never screamed and yelled at me - though I heard him trashing his room a few times when I left after an argument, and he didn't hesitate to show me when he was pissed about something.

He'd pick fights with me over the phone and hang up, knowing it meant I'd sneak out to "straighten things out."

There was one really horrible night with him that I'd blocked from my mind for a long time, that I remembered when I was writing, so I used it.

I see these cases my husband talks about with women who are beaten and bruised and making up excuses and going back over and over. One ended in murder a couple of weeks ago. A case my husband will be prosecuting when it goes to trial.

The abuse story I told is nowhere near that dramatic, but so much of Ronnie's story was mine. WAY more than I realized while I was writing it. When I got to the end, and started writing down the parts of her story that were real (I always do this for my author site), I realized more and more how much of me was in that girl.

I stared at my computer screen in shock.

I had one of my best friends, who was a guy, who I shared more with than I probably did to most of my girlfriends - (like Luke from Knee Deep) and a boyfriend I'd known since I was a kid (like Shawn from Knee Deep) And I felt this draw to my boyfriend, only because I'd known him for so long, not because we really had anything left in common.

I felt more like I was stuck in this relationship, and didn't even realize I didn't want to be there until I visited a friend in college and saw how much more LIFE was out there. It was just that the idea of this one person had been in my head for way too long.

And where did I end up? Married to the best friend.

People talk about writing what you know, and then talk about keeping yourself out of your books. But you know what? I KNEW that situation - and I know I'll get some bad reviews (like you always do - ESPECIALLY when you tackle a tough topic) that are going to say that Ronnie's actions weren't believable.

But here's the thing - I told her story, the best way I knew how. Ronnie's reactions with pieces of my truth. And there are some drastic differences, but there are also some startling similarities. So, to me, Ronnie's actions were completely and totally understandable.

And that's the story of how Knee Deep came to be.

Wow, right? I love this post- it's so emotional, and hey, I can't resist a good happy ending! :) And now, for the excerpt!

Excerpt

My front door opens. “Hello?” Shawn calls.

“In here!” I say back. Suddenly this feels weird. Why would this feel weird? This is just what happens when one of us is stuck at home. Why would today be any different? But my heart’s beating against the inside of my ribs, trying to tell me this is different.

Luke scoots away from the couch. Does he feel it too? That maybe him and me hanging out alone for the day might not have been the best idea?

Shawn steps through the hallway and scowls when his eyes meet mine and then pass to Luke. This shouldn’t be a big deal. Except...I’m so stupid. I was just thinking how I needed to make Shawn’s life outside of his house less stressful, and part of me
knew it was weird that Luke was here without Shawn. I thought it, and did nothing. But again, it is just Luke.

“What’re you doing here?” Shawn asks. His dark eyes fix on Luke.

“I figured you’d be here, man.” Luke stands up. “It’s like we always ditch together, right?”

Romeo and Juliet kissing in the pool on the TV screen probably isn’t helping anything. Maybe Shawn won’t notice, or maybe it’s just sending my heart into crazy flutters because this tension between Shawn and Luke and, I guess, me, is happening during the most romantic scene of the movie.

“Uh, I don’t know.” Shawn’s still scowling, his brows pulled low and his jaw tight.

“You would’ve hated it,” I say. My eyes catch his, but his are as black as his mood seems to be. I’m so stupid. Why did I have to let Luke stay?

“Yeah, maybe.” Shawn’s narrowed eyes go from Luke to me, back and forth, as if judging the situation. Really? What did he think could possibly happen between Luke and I? Even if this is suddenly on my top three ‘most awkward moments’ ever. I can’t even think about what the other two might be. Maybe I’ve just found number one.

“Romeo and Juliet all day.” Luke laughs, but I know him well enough to see he’s trying really hard to be relaxed. His shoulders are too stiff, and his normal stance is too rigid. I wonder if Shawn sees it too. “Guess I’ll leave you two alone.” Luke’s trying hard to keep his voice light.

“Yeah.” Shawn has yet to return Luke’s smile. “I almost never see my girl anymore.”

It’s like I’m on the edge of my seat, tension pinpricking every part of me. I’ve never seen Shawn like this.

“Well, I should get my ass to rehearsal anyway.” Luke gives Shawn a friendly pat on the shoulder before heading outside.

I don’t watch him go. My eyes are on Shawn, trying to figure out what to expect next.

“What the hell was that?” His sharp gaze is now pointed directly at me.

I stand up and lean to the side, trying to be relaxed. “It didn’t seem like a big deal this morning.” Maybe if I play it off as nothing Shawn won’t be so mad. He knows Luke and I are friends. No big deal, I tell myself again. But I don’t know if I’m trying to convince myself or Shawn.

“Was he here when we were texting?” he asks. His voice may be low, but not in a good way. It’s low in a way that makes him sound like he’s past the edge of reasonable anger.

My body’s screaming for me to take a step back, which makes no sense. This is Shawn. My Shawn. “No.” But I’m weakening by the second, almost shaking inside. His jaw tightens again.

My eyes close as I remember, and dread fills my chest. “He got here as I sent my last one.” Is that bad? Good?

“And you didn’t think to tell me? What the hell is that?”

I jump at the sharpness of his voice. Shawn doesn’t need this stress. I know this. I reach forward to put my arms around him. We just need to hold one another for a minute, then it’ll all be fine.

He stops me, grabbing my arm—hard—just above my wrist.

“This is not okay.” His jaw is set.

“Hey.” My voice shakes. My body shakes. I’m actually scared of Shawn for the first time ever. I jerk my hand once, but he tightens his grip...impossibly tight. My lungs can’t pull in a breath; there’s just not enough air in the room anymore. “Shawn, you’re hurting me.” He can’t mean to hurt me. He can’t.

His face is stuck in a sharp scowl.

“He’s your friend.” My voice is crying. I want to try and pull my shaky arm out of his grasp again, but I’m afraid to; he’s squeezing so hard. Tears are hot against the back of my eyes, threatening to spill over.

“How would you feel if I spent all day with some chick?” The words come out as angry spit from between his teeth.

I open my mouth to answer but can’t, the lump in my throat has taken over. All I can think about is that I need to find something to say so he’ll let me go. Some way to get the air through my throat to form words. “It’s just Luke,” I plead, sucking in a breath.

“Whatever.” He throws my arm back at me, turns, and walks out the door, slamming it hard behind him. My body jumps at the sound.

I stumble backward onto the couch. I’m like a leaf battered about in the wind. Nothing’s working right. I need to sit. Normally I’d run after him, but I have no idea what to expect. And I’m afraid. Of Shawn.

He’s never been that way before. Ever. He’s moody and particular, but this seems...extreme. I’m cradling my wrist with my other hand, afraid to look at any possible damage. It hurts to move it. What just happened here? How did it happen?

It’s like there suddenly must be something fundamentally wrong with the universe. But the TV’s still on. My house looks normal and quiet. I’m still breathing, but Shawn, my Shawn, just hurt me. Lying down seems so anti-climactic, but I can’t bring myself to do anything else.

When Juliet realizes Romeo’s dying the sobs take over, and I pull my knees to my chest as if making myself smaller will somehow dull the pain.

It doesn’t.

Sounds good, right? Click the cover of the book to check out its Goodreads page, where there's a giveaway for a copy! Good luck! :D

Thanks for stopping by, and I hope you enjoyed reading the guest post and excerpt! I know I did! :)

Jen

Monday, July 2, 2012

Guest Post by Meradeth Houston: My Book Buying Obsession

Hey guys! Today, Meradeth Houston, the author of Colors Like Memories has a guest post written, all about her book buying obession. I totally adore this idea, because I might also have a little obsession with buying books... Okay, a huge obsession. :P So enjoy!
My Book Buying Obsession 
Hello, my name is Meradeth, and I have a problem with buying too many books. It all started as a kid and finding that bookstores kind of gave me a high when I’d pick up something new, or (yet another) Babysitters Club. I’d leave the library with a stack of books and loved leafing through the pages. Books were totally addicting! 
It hasn’t gotten any better the older I get. I just have more bookshelves to attempt to be organized. When then I got married, I found out my husband isn’t any better than me! At our previous apartment, we swore to each other we wouldn’t let our books be double-parked on the shelves (where there’s a row of books in front of another row further back on the shelf). That didn’t last long. Before we knew it, we had books triple parked, with volumes piled on top of others. When we moved, we had to rig up a dolly over the edge of our stairs so we didn’t have to run the 50 boxes of heavy books up and down. I think our storage unit is currently half-full of just our books while we wait for our next move. 
  
The worst part? The library in our town has a book sale every couple of months, and on the last day it’s five dollars for a bag of books. Needless to say, we line up with the thirty other early-birds to get more books. I’m pretty sure I’m doomed to have my TBR pile eventually fall on me and I doubt I’ll survive it! Thank heavens we’re both voracious readers, and we do donate a lot of the books we’ve read, but it’s getting pretty ridiculous. There’s just something about books though—I love them! 
I dream of having a big enough house/apartment where I can have my own library, Beauty and the Beast style, with plenty of space for everything. 
 
Thank heavens for my kindle. I can load all I want on there and still have room for shoes in my house.
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A bit about Meradeth Houston:

Meradeth’s never been a big fan of talking about herself, but if you really want to know, here are some random tidbits about her:
>She’s a Northern California girl. This generally means she talks too fast and use "like" a lot.
>When she’s not writing, she’s sequencing dead people’s DNA. For fun!
>She’s been writing since she was 11 years old. It's her hobby, her passion, and she’s so happy to get to share her work!
>If she could have a super-power, it would totally be flying. Which is a little strange, because she’s terrified of heights. 

LINKS!
www.MeradethHouston.com
www.meradethhouston.blogspot.com
https://twitter.com/#!/MeradethHouston
www.goodreads.com/book/show/13030422-colors-like-memories
http://www.shelfari.com/books/28925571/Colors-Like-Memories
http://www.facebook.com/ColorsLikeMemories
http://pinterest.com/merbear95695/
Teaser Trailer- http://youtu.be/HFRNJ-Yn7So
Book Trailer- http://youtu.be/7lUpK68bYFI
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Wow, fifty boxes of books? A dolly rigged especially for books? Who else is thinking of crashing Meradeth's house along with me? ;) And I know I'd love to have a library, Beauty and the Beast style, as well! So thank you so much, Meradeth, for that really fun guest post! And if you want to find out more about her book...
 

Colors Like Memories: GoodReads | Amazon 
Available from MuseItUp Publishing
Julia has a secret: she killed the guy she loved. It was an accident—sort of. Julia is a Sary, the soul of a child who died before taking her first breath. Without this 'breath of life' she and others like her must help those on the verge of suicide. It's a job Julia used to enjoy, until the accident that claimed her boyfriend’s life—an accident she knows was her fault. If living with the guilt weren't enough, she's now assigned to help a girl dealing with the loss of her mother, something Julia's not exactly the best role model for. If she can't figure out a way to help her, Julia's going to lose her position in the Sary, something she swore to her boyfriend would never happen. 
So don't forget to buy a copy of her book! Hope you enjoyed her post!

Jen

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

The Story Behind Moa: Guest Post by Tricia Stewart Shiu

Please enjoy this guest post by Tricia Stewart Shiu, author of the paranormal YA novel with a literary bent Moa. Then read on to learn how you can win huge prizes as part of this blog tour, including $6000 in Amazon gift cards, a Kindle Fire, 5 autographed copies of Moa, and 5 autographed copies of its sequel, Statue of Ku.

The Story Behind Moa 
by Tricia Stewart Shiu

I've always loved Hawaii and was thrilled when my husband booked a visit for us to see his relatives in Honolulu, Hawaii in October of 2006. We packed light and brought our daughter, who was three-years-old at the time.

Our condo was close to parks and monuments that oozed history. We enjoyed wandering around and indulging in the local cuisine. I even tried poi and liked it!

The morning after we arrived, I rose early to push my daughter’s stroller through the quiet, cool morning air. It felt like such a gift to experience Honolulu before the rest of the island was up.

After a hearty island breakfast, we headed out for a morning at our favorite sandy reprieve, Kuhio Beach. The water was calm and protected by a breakwater. Our daughter enjoyed digging and splashing and my husband and I sat sit nearby without worrying about the strong current.

Afterward, we headed back to our condominium, ate a light lunch, and took a luxurious siesta. Although I'm not usually a mid-day napper, the fresh sea air and sun lulled me into a light sleep—the kind where I felt like I was awake, but I was actually deeply asleep.

I heard a voice say my name and a part of me awoke. I use the word “part” because I could definitely feel my body touching the soft material on the couch. And yet, another part was keenly aware of a young woman with dark hair standing over me. It felt real, but dream-like, so I decided to go with it and ask her her name.

She pronounced a long Hawaiian string of letters, which seemed to go on for minutes. After repeating the name three or four times, she told me to call her “Moa.” Through my exhausted, sleepy haze, I remember being skeptical. If this was, indeed, a dream, I would ask as many questions as possible. So I did.

Why was she here? Where did she come from? How could I be sure she was who she claimed to be?

Instead of any answers, she flashed a mental picture of a woman and said that she was a long lost friend of my husband’s. She told me her name and explained that my husband’s family and she had lost touch 15 years before and had been orbiting around one another trying to reconnect.

I awoke from that nap, slightly groggy. That was an indication that I was definitely asleep. Perhaps it was just my creativity kicking into overdrive, I reasoned, and decided to go on with my day. We walked to a park with my daughter and began playing. Suddenly, there was a squeal and my husband and I turned to see the woman from my dream charging toward us with her arms stretched out wide. As she spoke, I tried to gather my wits. Here was the same woman from my dream, someone I’d only seen a mental picture of, and she was standing on the grass right in front of me.

She and my husband exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch. For the next few hours, I tried to make sense of what happened. I had never had an experience like this before, but there was no denying that I saw a picture in a dream before I met someone and then they showed up in real life.

When I went to sleep that evening, Moa visited again. She answered the other questions I’d asked earlier that afternoon and wanted me to know that I was protected and should share my experience with the world. Since this was definitely my first metaphysical encounter, I had no idea how to form the correct words to share what had happened. How on earth, I asked Moa, am I supposed to convey such undocumented, unsubstantiated, unusual information?

She said that our world exists on many levels which all play simultaneously. Her analogy was of a DVR. Several shows can be playing at the same time but are on different tuners. That, she said, is where she existed.

When I awoke, I began writing and continued to do so. The story evolved into “Moa,” then the sequel, “Statue of Ku.” My daughter, now seven, took the cover photo and illustrated, as well. The photo was taken a few years ago on the North Shore as we played on the beach. The artwork has been compiled over the last two years.

Since my visit with Moa, I began an extensive and sometimes circuitous search to explain my metaphysical experience. I took classes on mediumship, Huna, energy work and through my education, I learned to create healing essential oils and elixir sprays and incorporated that information in the book. Not only did my experience with Moa inspire me and guide me through four-and-a-half of the most challenging years of my life, I also believe that writing about those events and including information I received about that inspiration and guidance, brought my own deep physical, mental, emotional and spiritual transformation and healing. Writing, editing and publishing Moa has opened doors to a new way of understanding myself, those around me and the energy we share.

Whatever your belief or understanding of the metaphysical world, I believe that if one person is transformed through learning, then we are all transformed. I truly believe the Moa I met came through in this work and, just as I connected with her as I wrote, those who read the book will experience her as well.
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About Moa: Eighteen-year-old, Hillary, anticipates adventure as she embarks for trip to Honolulu, but gets more than she bargained for when Moa, an ancient Hawaiian spirit, pays her an unexpected visit. Get it on Amazon.

About Statue of Ku: The second book in the Moa Book Series, "The Statue of Ku" follows Hillary and Moa as they jet to Egypt on the Prince’s private plane to reclaim Moa’s family heirloom, the inimitable statue of Ku. Get it on Amazon.

About the author: Tricia Stewart Shiu combines her addiction to the written word with her avid interest in the healing arts and all things metaphysical in her novels Moa and Statue of Ku and looks forward to finding new ways to unite her two loves. Visit Tricia on her website, Twitter, Facebook, or GoodReads.


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Good luck with the contest! Check back tomorrow for an excerpt!

Jen


Saturday, June 23, 2012

Guest Post by Law Reigns: Learning Voice

Hey guys! Today, I've got the author of Superheroes Wear Faded Denim, Law Reigns, on the blog! She has written a post about learning Voice and how a little schizophrenia can spice up your novel. Curious? Well, read on to find out more!
Learning Voice:
how a little schizophrenia can spice up your novel
I love hearing characters’ voices in my head. You can call me crazy, but when a novel has a strong voice, it leaves me thinking about it long after I finished reading.

Hardy Griffin started magic when he authored an article published in Gotham Writers’ Workshop, Writing Fiction. There he described voice to be, “what the readers “hear” in their heads when they’re reading. Voice is the “sound” of the story.”

How about that?

After reading his piece, and chewing on some pasta, I came to understand voice went way beyond character.

Why, indeed, it did not have to sound like the character at all.

Let’s see if I can make sense of this mud puddle. Charles Dickens’ Oliver Twist for example:

“Oliver Twists’ ninth birthday found him a pale, thin child, somewhat diminutive in stature, and decidedly small in circumference.”

Now that certainly does not sound like a 9-year-old boy to me. Still, I am okay with it because I understand it is the voice of the author.

Taking a look at a stark contrast from Dicken’s voice, we can see an example where the voice sounds much more like the character.

“Strawberries are big and juicy. That wasn’t even the best part about them. 2 p.m. at lunch, they were going to be thrown at the back of Susie’s head. And if you think I’d care who’d be looking, you better think again real quick.”

With a voice like that, I should never stumble upon the word diminutive unless it is well justified.

Hardy Griffin continued to explain to writers there are so many voices to choose from, but once a voice is chosen, one has to stay consistent.

Here is a list of the voices Griffin listed below for your reading pleasure. I invite you to come dive into schizophrenia with me. Play around with voice and transform your writing.
Voices: how a little schizophrenia
can spice up your novel
The conversational voice
This voice is told mostly in the first person. It includes a lot of the character’s slang and personality. Books such as Huckleberry Finn and Push by Sapphire fall into this category.

The informal voice
Think not so personality-heavy. The voice is still casual, making use of everyday language. Darkly Dreaming Dexter falls into this category, my book Superheroes Wear Faded Denim, and Raymond Carter’s Cathedral. Although I find this voice mostly in stories written in a close third point-of-view, I can tell there is a slight difference between the author’s voice and the main character’s.

The formal voice
This voice is a general sweep. Because the voice is so detached, it allows you the ability to dive into many characters’ heads. At the same time, you do not get the up close and personal feel with the character. Though that may be seen as a drawback, the formal voice can lend itself best to a large cast of characters, a myriad of locations, and large changes in time period. Think Leo Tolstoy’s Master and Man when trying to achieve this.

The ceremonial voice
If you are thinking preacher on the pulpit, you are right on the right track. You heighten the feel by giving a glorious, almost transcendental feel to the descriptions of your setting and characters. I believe Sugar by Bernice McFadden falls into this category. If you do not have such a book in your possession, here is a short example:

“Johnny was a giant of a man, built like the broad oaks planted in the front yard of Dallas’ Savannah, Georgia home. So tall and big he was, one always thought an earthquake was about to brew every time he approached. That was the man Dallas knew she wanted to marry. A man who had the body and hands to turn a village into a city. Yet Johnny and God had made plans for his hands long before Dallas had even graced Savannah with her presence.”

Voice to me is so much fun. It allows the writer to accomplish so much. Why a well-chosen, well-constructed voice can really redefine a novel.

I urge you to be a little wild. Walk the line of schizophrenia, especially if you are just getting started on working on the second draft of your novel.

If you are overwhelmed by all this information, do not worry I am right there with you. I wish I could delve deeper into examples, but I am of the ilk that believe the majority of people do not wish to read a five-page college essay on a blog.

I strongly recommend purchasing Gotham Writers’ Workshop, Writing Fiction. Griffin’s article is in there, and he goes more in depth when he discusses voice. While you searching for Gotham Writer’s workshop on google, I invite you to read an excerpt of my book, Superheroes Wear Faded Denim.
“Telling the story of a young woman who had to undergo a transformation to achieve greatness was important to me.”
Whythis story:
I wrote this story for three reasons:
  • As a narcoleptic, I wanted to inspireothers by writing a story about a character who struggles to overcome sleep.Harriet Tubman’s story inspired me. For those who do not know, she was also anarcoleptic. She most certainly did not let it bother her. Anyone who facesobstacles in life will be inspired by this story of triumph.
  • Telling the story of a young woman whohad to undergo a transformation to achieve greatness was important to me. Lifewill always ask more of us, more than we sometimes even think we can give.
  • I wanted to capture the beauty andculture of my college experience. There are so many different types of peoplewe meet in college. Many stories do not even try to convey this.

About Me:
LawReigns has an odd obsession with romance. At the advice of her friends, shegave up the plight of playing cupid in their lives. Developing her own charactersto manipulate proved to be more rewarding. After having studied creativewriting at the University of Florida, she decided to write Superheroes WearFaded Denim. A proud Gator alumni, she based her novel where blood runs orange and blue. She personallyinvites all adventure druggies and love fanatics to dive into the pages ofFaded Denim, a story that transforms a swampy, southern town into a battlefieldfor life and love.
Connectwith Law Reigns:
Website
Facebook
Goodreads
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Pinterest
Learned a lot, huh? I sure did- I never knew there were so many types of voices! Curious about her book? Here's more:
Blissany Cherry is tired of sleeping around. Her neurologists’ sleep solutions have failed her. Now that her bizarre sleeping habits have begun to include week long dreams she has resorted to her own methods for a cure.
METHOD ONE: CONTROL DREAMS.
All attempts to morph dreams about a gorgeous warrior into romantic fantasies are thwarted. He keeps on insisting she is destined to marry a great king and lead their armies into war. At the end of every dream he asks her: will you fight the war and save mankind?
She laughs in his face.
METHOD TWO: RESIST!
Blissany has plans for her life. None include fighting an intergalactic war. When her dreams begin spilling over into reality, she is forced to make a decision that will forever redefine her life. Standing between destiny and desire, she is left with only one option.
METHOD THREE: SURVIVE.
So thank you so much, Law, for the guest post! And don't forget to give her book a try! :)

Jen

Monday, June 4, 2012

Spectral Blog Tour: Guest Post by Shannon Duffy

(Click the image to go to its Goodreads page)
  Convinced she’s a part of the witness protection program, sixteen-year-old Jewel Rose is shuffled around the globe with her family like a pack of traveling gypsies. After arriving at lucky home twenty-seven, she stumbles upon a mysterious boy with magical powers claiming to be her guardian . . . and warning of imminent danger. Despite the obvious sparks between them, Jewel discovers a relationship is forbidden, and the more she learns about dark, brooding Roman, she begins to question who she can even believe—the family who raised her, or the supposed sworn protector who claims they’ve been lying to her all along.

As she struggles to uncover who her family has really been running from, she is forced to hide her birthmark that reveals who she is. With new realities surfacing, unexplained powers appearing, and two tempting boys vying for her heart, Jewel battles to learn who she can trust in an ever growing sea of lies, hoping she’ll make it through her seventeenth birthday alive.
Sounds great, right? And the author, Shannon Duffy, has written a special post today, all about...

The love triangle in Spectral
I do think writing a love triangle can be tricky because I never wanted anyone to think that Jewel is fickle or whatever. But, in reality, love triangles happen—emotions get mixed up, hearts are unsure, and different circumstances come into play that can make you second guess everything. Add to that, being a teenager and it can be even harder. I remember my teen years very well, and well, romance can be so all consuming and emotional. 

It was important for me to make it so that Jewel had a reason to doubt one of the guy’s true intentions, and therefore, second guess her heart and her ability to make the right choice. As a reader, we are in her head, so therefore we’re supposed to doubt one of the guys too. So, I’m hoping that people can relate to her decisions and confusion. But, it’s not long before Jewel realizes where her heart truly belongs, and in the end, she figures things out.
Thanks for inviting me to your blog today.
~Shannon
This does help you understand the nature of love triangles better, right? I know I do kinda hate the sometimes, but now I know why. Thank you so much Shannon, for sharing this with us!

Jen @ Midnight Book Thief