Saturday, December 31, 2016

Rebekkah Ford shares Beyond the Eyes series

by Rebekkah Ford

Genre: YA Paranormal Fantasy

Beyond the Eyes Trilogy was selected as one of the best Kindle Books of 2015!

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Paige knows evil exists in this world, but she never imagined it would want something from her.

In the small town of Astoria, Oregon, surrounded by deep forest and endless mountains, another world thrives . . . a menacing one where dark spirits dwell in soulless humans. Seventeen-year-old Paige Reed lives in this lush, picturesque setting. She's not your average teen, though she appears to be. Not only is she heartsick, but she's been receiving cryptic premonitions from a ghostly voice since the age of four. After she hears a haunting message about herself, supernatural occurrences begin to confuse her.

Nathan Caswell seems to peer into Paige's soul, evoking a magnetic energy between them they cannot deny. They're connected. But he's no ordinary guy. He tracks dark spirits and becomes alarmed when they set their sights on Paige.

When two power-hungry malevolent beings make demands on her, she realizes then the fate of mankind rest in her hands. Her world quickly turns inside out where the impossible becomes possible, and in the end she's faced with a life changing decision that will not only alter her existence but the world as she knows it.

Can a deeply troubled teen overcome her own demons in order to fight those lurking about? With the past and present colliding, Paige must make the ultimate mortal choice. Will it be the right one?

As we made our way through the crowd of moving bodies, my ears started to ring again. Okay, this was seriously getting on my last nerve, but then I reminded myself I was here to have fun and began swaying my hips when we reached Matt. My body automatically moved inside a bubble of energetic sound waves–free and unencumbered. I was no longer the freak with a mother who showed up when she wanted to and a father who had died when I was four. None of that stuff mattered, because in that moment I was one with the music and the pulsing lights. And as each song changed into pure techno melodies, I became more entranced, closing my eyes, swaying my body to the beat of the music, entering my own world.

Then something strange happened. The people around me were now far below me, and I was tethered to a silver cord attached to my dancing body. I wasn’t scared though, and found myself enjoying this sense of release. I had no worries. Even when I thought about the premonition, the fear I’d felt toward it earlier didn’t touch me. Probably since I knew I wasn’t dead. I mean, hey, the silver cord remained attached to my body, so I was good, right?

As I took in my surroundings, a guy wearing a long black coat caught my attention. He was on the high platform overlooking the floor with his hands gripping the black railing. His hood concealed his face, but he appeared to be watching the people down below.

My eyes swept over the crowd and rested on Matt standing there staring intently on my swaying body. He took a step closer and leaned forward.

Was he sniffing me?

He looked up, searching for something.

At that exact moment, the hooded guy jumped off the platform, over the black railing, and ran to the dance floor. And then Matt’s eyes locked onto mine. They were pale and glowing.

I shuddered.

The silvery cord rippled, and then yanked me toward my body, as if I was a balloon being pulled down by an eager child’s grasp. Everything rushed before me: the tables, the crowd of moving heads, and my own head, moving in a figure eight along with my body. I closed my eyes and collided into a hard, confining surface, and that was the last thing I could remember.

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Now immortal, Paige is emotionally and physically stronger than ever. She must find the location of the ancient incantations to prevent mass genocide. But the war against good and evil is spawning another war-a battle between the dark spirits themselves. Paige is saddled in the center of both growing revolutions and is ready to take on the dark forces. But Nathan's overprotectiveness prevents her from taking action, and he's hiding things.

Paige's personal life gets more complicated when Brayden arrives back in town and offers the equal partnership she desperately craves from Nathan. Then there's Carrie and Tree, her two best friends and only family she has left. Unfortunate circumstances thrust them into Paige's dark world, giving her no choice but to allow Nathan to arm them with combat techniques in hope they'll be able to protect themselves.

Meanwhile, Paige is having visions and discovering abilities she was unaware of. When Anwar comes to visit, his weird behavior alarms her. Could he be turning to the dark side?

Time is running out. Paige not only needs to find the incantations but also to untangle the bands around her heart and make a decision that could leave her with a life worse than death-a life of betrayal from the ones she trusted most.

Our ears continued to ring, but still nothing out of the ordinary caught my eyes. When we reached the parking lot, there were people filing into their vehicles and exiting the premises. I wondered if one of them could be a dark spirit. I was just about to get inside the pickup when a soft crying noise tore at my heart. It sounded heartbroken and lost. I followed the sound while Nathan stuck our bags in the backseat. I moved to the front of the pickup and there sitting on the curb was the most angelic-looking little girl I’d ever seen. She had to be about five years old, and I wondered where her mommy was. My heart immediately went out to her. She was crying in her tiny hands, leaning forward on her knees, her blonde curls tumbling over her face. She scooted her elbows above her knees while she continued to cry, pushing her blue dress up, revealing black patent leather shoes and white laced socks.

“What’s wrong, sweetie? Did you lose your mommy?” I asked, kneeling in front of her.

“Paige, no!” Nathan hollered at the same time she dropped her hands and grabbed my wrist, yanking me toward her. She was amazingly strong, completely throwing me off guard.

She slowly rolled her head around her neck, her baby face contorting into a ghastly mask, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. Then her dark glowing eyes poured into mine. I was too stunned to do anything but stare, even though her grip felt like a tourniquet around my wrist.

“Let. Her. Go,” Nathan demanded, now by my side.

The girl jerked her head up, her glowing orbs on Nathan now. “You have no power over me,” a man’s deep voice spewed forth from her pink, pouty lips, chilling me to the bone.

“No?” Nathan said, bending so his eyes were leveled with hers. “But I can break her neck which will take you out of the equation.”

“You can’t do that, Nathan,” I gasped. “She’s a child!”

“She’s soulless, Paige,” he said, keeping his eyes trained on her. “I’m going to tell you one more time. Let. Her. Go.”

Nathan wasn’t playing around. He was serious, and his ears were red, signaling the rage boiling inside him. The dark spirit must have realized it because he released me. I stumbled sideways, falling into Nathan’s quick arms. The sheer force of it knocked us to a sitting position on the asphalt.

The little girl hopped to her feet and moved her head clockwise in little jerks, her mouth opened in a silent scream. She stepped forward and stopped in front of us. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, then focused on me, dark and glowing. She grimaced and blinked, her eyes now blue. “Help me,” she said in a sweet toddler voice.

I reached for her, but Nathan snatched my wrist, locking his arms around mine. The girl scowled. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them, they were dark and glowing again. I sucked in a sharp intake of breath, and her mouth formed a circle. Her head fell back in deep laughter. It was dark, sinister, and male.

She stopped, glared at me, and pointed. “Vos ero pessum ire,” she said in the same deep man’s voice as before. Then she turned and ran away.

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The Exciting Continuation Of The Beyond the Eyes Trilogy. 

In a rainy, misty town filled with moss-covered trees and dwarfed by wooded mountains, Astoria, Oregon, holds many secrets and eighteen-year-old Paige Reed is one of them. She's immortal, has magical abilities she's discovering, and harbors King Solomon's power inside her. With his incantations, she can control the dark spirits who lurk among societies in soulless humans.

But her problems are mounting.

Her best friend slips into a coma, and Paige must tap into her newfound powers--powers she's unsure of--to save her.

Through this ordeal, Bael who once commanded a legion of black souls, forces Paige to make a pact with him, causing her to abandon the ones she loves. When she finds out where Solomon's spells are and tells Bael, she begins to have second thoughts about her agreement with him.

Will Paige risk everything to claim the spells that hold the power to control the dark spirits so she can enslave Bael? Or will her one true love find her before she makes a horrible mistake?

And most importantly, what does the Devil's third mean and what is Bael really up to?

The candles were still flickering, the incense still burning. I rose, thinking, okay cool, some magic was going on here. Awesome. At least I’d accomplished casting a circle and providing protection from outside malevolent forces. But now what? Then, something at the edge of my vision caught my attention. I turned, my gaze moving to the figure on the floor.

Holy crap!

The figure was me!

What the hell?

As soon as the realization came that I was out of my body and in the spiritual realm, I immediately thought of Carrie, knowing I had to reach her before my two hours were up.

The walls began to spin, briefly showing different landscapes: a meadow like the one I’d seen before my grandmother left me, a village nestled among emerald green hills, houses with thatched roofs, horses running wild in a vast prairie shimmering in gold, a coliseum much like the one in Rome but new and constructed out of white marble.

“Carrie!” I yelled when the scenery wouldn’t stop. “Where are you?”

The spinning reversed, then accelerated at a rapid pace. Globs of gray and black colors and an occasional bolt of lightning whipped around me. Finally, it stopped, and my stomach lurched at the dismal scenery it now displayed.

The dark, clear sky shined and glistened, reminding me of black ice. A dirt road led to a town that appeared abandoned, and there were fires burning inside large trash cans along the side of the trail.

I closed my eyes. “Carrie,” I whispered, calling up a wonderful memory from our childhood of us playing in our tree house, seeing it in my mind. A cool breeze swept across my arms, raising goosebumps. How I could feel this in my spiritual form, I didn’t know. All I could figure was because I remained attached to my body, I somehow could experience it.

When I opened my eyes, I gasped. Before me stood a shabby wooden building. Orange light flickered behind the cracked, smudged windows, and I could hear somebody softly crying on the other side of a crooked plank door. My heart squeezed at the heartbreaking sound.

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A Companion To The Beyond The Eyes Trilogy

After eighteen-year-old Carrie Jacobson discovers she was a witch in a previous life, she seeks to reawaken that part of her soul. With the help of an eccentric enchantress and a boy who is more than he seems, Carrie succeeds and is spellbound by the memories of her life in Europe during the 1600s as a powerful witch named Isadora. Carrie reverts to her bewitching, more volatile form and sets out to break a curse she cast long ago on her coven.

Carrie’s boyfriend Tree cannot help feeling uneasy about the changes he sees in the woman he loves. When Carrie’s past clashes with the present and dark magic intoxicates her once again, Tree must take drastic matters into his own hands and attempt to save Carrie from herself.

With Tree’s help, will Carrie be able to resist the allure of her new powers? Or will she plunge into the deep end and give into them?

Rebekkah Ford is an award-winning author who writes paranormal fiction. She believes her fascination with the unknown derives from her childhood. When her parents were married, they were the directors of the UFO Investigator’s League. They also investigated ghost hauntings and Bigfoot sightings in addition to extraterrestrial cases. Rebekkah’s upbringing, knowledge, and experiences with the paranormal world, along with her colorful imagination, aids her in creating her stories.

Rebekkah has an irreverent sense of humor, is known to annoy her beloved cat, Church, by singing opera to him (Rebekkah is tone deaf, btw), and she believes having a dirty mind makes boring conversations more interesting.

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Sunday, December 25, 2016

Liza interviews Georgia Lyn Hunter & Trouble + reviews the book Breathless

Liza interviews Georgia and her character Trouble.

Liza: Georgia, are you depressed? I am—just from reading your first sentence in the blurb.  Please assure us you are going to kiss the booboos and make us feel better?

Georgia: Nope! Why would I be? I think you need hot chocolate to pick you up.
*snort* I rarely kiss strange things

Liza: If Trouble (with a capital T) seduces us with untold pleasure can we share the experience on Facebook, with pics?

Georgia: When Trouble seduces you, trust me you won’t be thinking of sharing on Facebook anything—you be zonked out. Haha!

Liza: Can you explain why ‘off limits’ Trouble is far more interesting than “Perfectly behaved” Nice guy is?

Georgia: Who wants “nice guys” when Trouble is sooo much more fun. ’Nough said.

Liza: Is this guy really Trouble, or just misunderstood?

Georgia: Oh, man, what a silly question. You just have to look at him and you want the kinda trouble he creates J

Not satisfied with Georgia’s answers, Liza decides to question Trouble.

Liza: Trouble, What do you do for a living?
Trouble: *Eyes narrows* Why? Do I look like I'm loafing about? Fine, I’m a final year student—as soon I get those bastards to re-instate me back in uni… Why? ‘Cause I thrashed the music studio.

Liza: What are your best skills?
Trouble: *Raises a scarred eyebrow* Do you really wanna know? Fine. Composing music and playing the piano.

Liza: Why are you drawn to tempestuous women?
Trouble: *Smiles* I like getting burned. Far more interesting.

Liza: Do you have trouble spelling tempestuous? (I do.)
Trouble: *A snort* I’ll send you a dictionary.

Liza: If you could have a nine to five job, what would it be?
Trouble: Kicking my old man out as CEO of his company…nah, that’s hardly a 9 to five job.

Liza: What is the most fun you’ve ever had?
Trouble: Getting beneath Logan’s skin.

Liza: What is the smartest thing you’ve ever done?
Trouble: Crossing path with one amber-eyed tempestuous woman.

Liza: Okay, my job is done here. Let's check out the book.

Author: Georgia Lyn Hunter
Genre: Contemporary Romance / NA
Series: Players to Men
Title: Breathless #1


When the fairy tale life you believed in falls apart, there is nothing else left…

Or so I thought, until Trouble, wrapped in one hunky body and a sinful smile promising untold pleasure of the carnal kind, lands on my doorstep. Despite what my body demands or the fact that I’m irresistibly drawn to him, I’d been burned too deeply to dare try again. Besides, Max Meade-Sinclair is my younger sister’s best friend—and totally off-limits.

Ila Logan’s coolly dismissive manner captures and challenges me from the moment our paths cross. What I want, I usually get. A little thing like age isn’t going to stop me. Neither are the men who disappear into her secluded room. However, she proves a difficult opponent who leaves me falling for her a little more at each encounter.
This tempestuous woman is mine, but to win her, I must dig deeper, and show her that beneath my brawling, player facade exists a man who would go to the ends of the earth to make her happy.
But surviving my own dark past may just destroy the fragile bond growing between us…

Review for Breathless by Georgia Lyn Hunter
This contemporary romance is amazingly authentic. People don’t normally fall in love overnight, even if they are instantly attracted to each other sexually.  Still, they will have doubts, misunderstandings, and worries along the way. Problems come from people in their past, families dynamics, or their own insecurities.
To me, this is real life. Love is not easy. It’s amazing that we can ever find a mate that suits us.

Max is a tattooed, angry, guilt-burdened young man who believes he killed his mother in a car accident, because he was drunk. He’s also a member of society with a rich daddy.
Lia—she prefers to be called by her last name, Logan, is a young woman who loved a man only to discover him a cheat and liar. Now she has shoved her emotions aside, determine never to be hurt again.
Logan and Max meet through Lia’s sister Ray. Ray and Max are friends. While Max is attracted to Logan, at first she constantly insults him, but he persists.  But I dare not tell you any more about the story details. Only know that I enjoyed all the bumps and crevices on this path to love.

While it begins platonically. It ends with many sexually explicit, but loving scenes. It’s written in first person, and there are two persons sharing the book in a ‘he says, she says” process, so you get to know the true feelings of both characters, which is good, since they can both be closed off.

I thoroughly enjoyed this story. 5 stars.

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Excerpt 1: opening chapter

Bile crept up my throat as pain churned in my head. Yet it didn’t stop me from chugging back more of my beer, searching for oblivion. Unfortunately, it wasn’t at the bottom of the bottle. The din of the place grew, competing with the pounding in my skull. I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Lights off!” someone shouted.
Christ. I winced, the yell reverberating in my head as total darkness enclosed me in its stifling hold. Slouching lower in the armchair, I opened my eyes and squinted at the tiny, flickering flames casting an eerie glow over several grinning faces.
Damn idiots! Just how many candles had they stuck on the cake? Because it sure looked like it could light up a small town.
“Happy twenty-first, Max!”
My head protested the loud chorus viciously. Twenty-one, and I felt a hundred. As if I’d lived a lifetime.
“Blow ‘em out. Make a wish.” Jack, the bastard—and my best friend since the crib—gave me a crooked grin. Near him, War, our other buddy, lifted his beer in cheers, then guzzled the thing down.
Jack just had to use my birthday as a reason to party and celebrate my return to civilization after my hiatus in the “wilds” as he called Peru.
Feeling as if my body weighed a ton, I pushed to my feet and crossed to the table in the dining room of the house I shared with Jack, each step jarring my throbbing head. I blew the candles once, twice…three friggin’ times before the flames hissed out.
The noise in the room ratcheted up with whoops and cheers. Slaps resounded, pelting my back, accompanied by well wishes as I headed to where I’d dropped my tote near the front door when I’d walked in a few hours earlier. I needed the relief it held. A blonde lunged at me, and I hit the wall like a bumbling drunk.
“Happy birthday, Max.” She hiccupped, her hands wandering over my chest. Her mouth slid over mine. She tasted of liquor and pizza.
My stomach revolted violently. The beer I’d swallowed backtracked up my throat. “Get off me—”
She flashed me a drunken grin. I shoved away before I hurled on her and lurched in the opposite direction toward the bathroom. I slammed inside, just in time to embrace the porcelain god for several long minutes.
Feeling as if I’d puked my guts, along with the contents of my stomach, I collapsed against the wall, mouth vile and my brain looking for ways to escape the pressure in my skull. I rubbed my temples and prayed for nothingness.
Christ, I hated these fucking headaches.
“Damn, Max, I didn’t realize you were so shit-faced.” Jack’s voice came from a distance. I ignored him, didn’t care what he thought or bother to correct him, really wishing I were drunk.
“Come on, man, let’s get you out of here.” He grabbed me. I was no lightweight. At six foot three, I stood an inch taller than him, but he hauled me up with little effort.
I pushed him away and shuffled for the basin, rinsed my mouth, and caught a glimpse of my reflection. Red-rimmed eyes, waxy-looking skin, and a bisected left eyebrow, the scar giving me a sinister air. For the rest of my life, the latter would serve as a reminder of the horror I was responsible for, the blood on my hands.

About the Author:

I’ve been creating stories from the moment I could string two words together. No matter the tale, it always has romance woven through them. Yes, I'm a hopeless romantic.
When I’m not writing or plotting new books, I like to read, travel, painting, or troll flea markets where I usually buy things I might never actually use because they're so pretty.
After working in a few jobs all art related, a chosen career as a fashion designer, then an art teacher, I finally found my passion four years ago: writing. There really is no other job I’d rather do.
Oh, and I hail from the beautiful country of South Africa, and currently live in the Middle East.

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Thursday, December 22, 2016

Kristy Centeno shares Midnight, Liza Reviews

Forgotten Divinity #2
by Kristy Centeno

Genre: NA Paranormal Fantasy

A past shrouded in darkness.

A mission that can mean the difference between life and death.

One week to find the answers they need.

With the memories of her historical love for the Soul Broker who was once commissioned to harvest her soul, eradicated from her mind, Daya must embark on a perilous journey through dangerous territory to find those who might shed some light into the mystery that surrounds them. But what she uncovers along the way may prove too daunting for her to come to terms with.

Trapped in a loop she can’t get out of, Daya’s only tool for survival is trusting Mason. But will betrayal be a determining factor when they both have something to gain by giving up on each other?

NOTE: This book is the continuation of the short story featured in the anthology, Blood in the Shadows. Midnight picks up right where Shadows left off

Excerpt #1

The demon growls in frustration, shaking the wounded hand as if to clear it of pain. His midnight eyes glance up at me with undisguised menace.

“Hunter,” he manages to growl.

I pay attention to his face, spotting a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth and two sunken eyes with dark circles underneath, and a jaw that juts forward in an abnormal manner as he glares down at me. He’s ominous and pissed off. Not a good combination.

“Get out of here, Dex,” I shout at my informant, not once ungluing my eyes from the figure five feet from me.

“Daya.” The demon’s lips curve up into the most sinister grin I’ve ever seen. “The fallen Angel.” He laughs, but the gesture lacks mirth. “You know what I find ironic?”

I hold off on replying, not really interested in anything he has to say.

“The hunter has become the hunted.” He closes and opens his fist, making his discomfort apparent.

He knows who wants me dead. This has my attention.

Review for Midnight by Kristy Centeno
This is a complex story of humans….maybe… demons, angels, soul harvesters and more.

The Prologue discusses a time long long ago. Then the story begins in modern times. Mason and his girlfriend feel like they known each other forever (that’s pretty accurate) but they also think they’ve just met.  (Memory wipes?). 

What they do know is lots of creatures want to kill them. And people/creatures could die.

While being well written and interesting, I must state a big objection to the ending, or lack of one. It has the sharpest cliffhanger I’ve ever read. There was no closure, no answers, no ending what-so-ever. You might wish to buy the next book before you read this one. I was very disappointed with the complete lack of an ending.

Because the book was quite engaging and enjoyable until it fell off a cliff, I’ll just ding it one star for the worst cliffhanger I’ve read. If you don’t mind cliffhangers, you’ll be in paranormal critter heaven.

I received an ARC in exchange for my honest review.


Two dark worlds...One night that will change their lives forever...Where evil lurks, only goodness can prevail.

Acclaimed author Kristy Centeno, and Bestselling author of The Star Child series, Stephanie Keyes, bring you two stories "Shadows" and "The Boy In The Trees" that prove love and light can overcome the pain and shadows. With secrets hidden in the night, and dangerous creatures prowling the woods, trusting the enemy can mean either life or death.

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Kristy Centeno is the author of the Secrets of the Moon saga and Keeper Witches series.

She has always had a passion for books and after years of being an avid reader, she decided to transform her desire to write into a reality and thus, her first novel was born. When she’s not busy taking care of her five children or holding down the fort, she finds time to sit and do what she loves the most: writing.

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Monday, December 19, 2016

Melissa Keir shares the boxset Celebrate & her Redeeming Love

Growing up, certain events took hold in my memory. I remembered my grandfather pulling a quarter out of my ear and while I knew it was a prank, I couldn’t figure out how he did it. I also didn’t remember my mom going to Christmas Eve as my grandparents’ house. It was only later, as an adult, did I find out why.
Liza, our gracious hostess, has shown us how faulty our memory is. One particular incident in my life scarred me for years. But as an adult, other people told a different story about that afternoon. Who was right and who was wrong?

I’m going to say something radical… it doesn’t matter. Right or wrong, we each have our own memories of that event. The one good thing I can say about it…I haven’t allowed it to continue to shadow my life. I’ve grown past it. I’ve learned forgiveness and while each of us remains steadfast in our beliefs of the event, the two of us have become friends. And isn’t love much better than hate?

Memories and the unique twists they play in our lives is at the heart of Redeeming Love. When two people have different memories of one event, who is right? It’s a game of he said, she said… I hope you will read it and figure out for yourself.

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Redeeming Love is about two people who used to be in love but things got in their way. The story weaves the past and present together in a way which keeps you guessing until you find out what really tore them apart and if they can find love again.


He said, she said…..
Andrea Gill is America’s sweetheart after winning Olympic gold in Woman’s swimming, but she is hiding a secret she’s kept since she was in high school.
Jason Dree loved and lost the girl of his dreams when he was a junior at Lucasville High. He’s never heard the truth about why she left and it’s hunted his life.
What happens when Jason and Andrea finally reunite, will they continue to battle their demons or will the love they share, redeem them?

As he ran the damp rag over his face, he noticed a patch of gray hair at his temple. His father had been gray by his thirties and it appeared Jason was following suit. He dropped the cloth back into the sink, unbuttoned his shirt, and peeled off his clothes. The cool air puckered along his arms and revitalized him after the long day. Standing in his boxers, Jason took a “whore’s bath,” cleaning up enough for dinner alone.

The silence depressed him. The home felt empty after the years of happy conversations and family celebrations. After his parents’ deaths, Jason hadn’t wanted to move. While he’d spent a great deal of money updating it, he hadn’t done it with a specific woman in mind. He’d hoped someday to bring a wife here and start his own family. But so far, he hadn’t found “the one.” Lately, he didn’t have the energy for dating—the chase, the getting to know someone, or creating dreams of what might be. Oh, he’d been in love before but not seriously since high school, when his perfect girl broke his heart.

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About Melissa Keir
For my wedding in Vegas, my books and computer came with me but there wasn't enough room for my wedding shoes. It’s all about priorities! As an avid reader, I was probably born with a book in hand. Luckily my mom was also an avid reader, so it was easy to "borrow" her books when my books were finished.
I was reading from an early age about dashing men on horseback riding to the rescue of strong willed and capable women who didn't really need rescuing. I came to expect that women in fairy tales should have fought their own battles. When I was older, I found Margaret Atwood and realized that women could re-tell history in their own way and I experimented with changing those basic fairy tales.
Fortunately for me, my husband allows me the opportunity to be myself (spend my salary on books) and still takes care of the really important things for me like killing spiders and opening jars. As an elementary teacher, teaching children about the many worlds inside of books is a gift that I’m lucky enough to do for a living. Teaching the next generation to love reading is a lot of fun! Reading the right book can make a new world come alive!
Currently living in the suburbs of Ann Arbor, Michigan with my darling husband, way-too-grown-up children and spoiled dogs, I enjoy getting away through a book to escape the harsh winters or summer road construction.

I’d love to hear from you!