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Welcome to Lola St Vil the featured author this weekend



Lola St Vil was seven when she first came to this country from Port-au-Prince, Haiti. She attended Columbia College in Chicago, where her main focus was creative writing. In addition to plays, she also writes screenplays and short stories.
She has been commissioned to write for ABC, CBS and Princeton University. She won the NAACP award for her play "The Bones of Lesser Men". In addition to being nominated for LA Weekly awards. Her work has also received positive reviews from The LA Times, Variety and LA Weekly. This is her first novel.
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The truth is I hate him. I hate his warm brown eyes with flecks of gold, his chiseled face, broad shoulders and massive wings. I hate how over protective he is just because a few thousand demons are after me.
In fact, I couldn't care less about Marcus or his perfect telekinetic girlfriend. And when I see him holding her, I don’t die a little inside…

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Welcome to YA author Steve Whibley



Steven Whibley is a writer, a father, a husband, a brother, an uncle, and an avid traveler. He has worked as a lifeguard, an English teacher, and a tradesman but prefers writing to all those. He has lived in Japan, explored the ruins of Tikal, Angkor Wat, and Cappadocia, and swum with sharks in Belize. Next to family and writing, travel is his biggest passion and he think anyone who can do it, should.


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GLIMPSE (The Dean Curse Chronicles, Book #1)

Save them, Dean. Save them all....
Dean Curse avoids attention the way his best friend Colin avoids common sense. Which is why he isn’t happy about being Abbotsford’s latest local hero – having saved the life of a stranger, he is now front page news. Dean’s reason for avoiding the limelight? Ever since his heroic act, he’s been having terrifying visions of people dying and they’re freaking him out so badly his psychologist father just might have him committed. Dean wants nothing more than to lay low and let life get back to normal.
​But when Dean’s visions start to come true, and people really start dying, he has to race against the clock – literally – to figure out what’s happening. Is this power of premonition a curse? Or is Dean gifted with the ability to save people from horrible fates? The answer will be the difference between life and death.​

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Fifteen minutes later and only ten minutes before the first bell at school rang, Becky was still locked in the bathroom trying to tame her hair.
“Snails move faster,” I grumbled.
Mom shrugged helplessly. I knew my sister, and I knew she was going to stay locked in the bathroom until I’d be late even with a ride from my mom. The only way I wasn’t going to be late was if I walked—or ran, as the situation required. I threw my bag over my shoulder and headed out the door. Outside, the sky was clear and the air balmy with the first real heat of June. Summer vacation wasn’t far off, I remembered with a smile, and then I sped down the street.
I stopped running a block away from the school, slowing to catch my breath. I checked my watch. Five minutes before the first buzzer! There was no way I could make it unless I took a detour. I ducked through an alley behind a strip mall.
And froze.
Two men, one roughly the size of a giant ape and the other tall and lanky, were stomping on a large mound of garbage heaped up against a rusted chain-link fence. It wasn’t until I heard the garbage moan that I realized they were kicking a man who was crumpled on the ground and grunting with each strike.
My instincts told me to run, but my feet wouldn’t listen. Instead, I did something else—something really, really stupid. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet. It was blue and had the Detroit Red Wings logo on the front. It looked nothing like a cell phone, but I held it to my ear and yelled, “I’m calling the cops!”
The two men spun and glared down the alley at me. Probably only a second or two passed, but even that felt too long—I tensed and wondered if they’d come after me next. Instead, they tore off in the opposite direction.
I slowly walked to the man on the ground. His filthy clothes were torn to ribbons and soaked in blood, and he was covered in garbage that had no doubt come from the overturned bin a couple feet away. A brown leather bag dangled from his shoulder. He rolled onto his back. Blood cascaded from a gash above his right eye and his nose was at an unnatural angle to the rest of his face.
My stomach lurched at the stench of him. I swallowed back a mouthful of puke and helped him sit up against the fence.
“What’s going on back here?” a nervous voice yelled from the end of the alley.
A skinny kid wearing an orange convenience store uniform gaped at us. He had a baseball bat in his hand but looked far too scared to use it.
“Call an ambulance!” I shouted. “And the police.”
The beaten man coughed, spraying my Green Day T-shirt with specks of blood. He opened his mouth and tried to speak but only managed to mouth a word that I couldn’t make out.
“Don’t try to talk,” I said. Sirens sounded in the distance. “You’re going to be—”
His eyes suddenly widened to the size of doorknobs. He grabbed my shirt and pulled me close. I could feel his breath on my ear as he rasped a single word.
Glimpse.
And then his eyes closed and his head drooped. “Hey!” I yelled. But it was no use. He was unconscious. Only the sound of breath gurgling in his chest remained. And as for me…I didn’t know it yet, but after that I’d never be the same.

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The guest this week is Vianka Van Bokkem



Vianka Van Bokkem writes Paranormal Romance/Fantasy/Mythology/Sci-Fi/Historical Fiction. She has been a fan of the ‘supernatural’ since she was a child.
Two of her favorite authors are: J.K. Rowling and Cassandra Clare.





A Medieval Fantasy Adventure
The view from this tall tree is kind of pretty. I can see salmon jumping on the river. Colorful birds are making their nests while they sing. The sky is clear this morning after a night of heavy rain. My name is Emma and I am a sixteen - year old orphan. I am in charge of four siblings; our parents died trying to protect us from a dragon attack and were killed instantly by the monsters lethal fire. I was not successful at hunting last night because I could not see anything with the rain. My bow and arrows seemed to be drying faster than I was.
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Myka the Goddess Witch

When the father of all gods Zeus discovered his beloved daughter Athena was pregnant with Apollo’s baby, he ordered all gods and goddesses to keep it a secret because he wanted all mortals to believe Athena was an eternal virgin. The moment I was born Zeus gave me away to a loyal mortal 'witch' named Maia which means 'nursing mother'. My father Apollo had to have a special magic spell done by Maia because he was the god of truth who can’t speak a lie. Zeus also asked Maia to cast a spell on my mother so she would not fight him when he gave me away. Maia lived in Mykonos, Greece and decided to name me 'Myka'. She was careful to cast the biggest magic spell on me. I was going to be a mortal girl until the day of my 18th birthday!
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Khanara’s Werewolves Clan

My name is Nalani. I am a seventeen-year old werewolf girl. I was betrayed by my life-partner to be and my best friend. I never thought I was going to trust a male of any species again; until I met ‘Logan’ an attractive young Australian vampire under a witch binding spell. Our clan has Russians, British, Swedish, Dutch, French, and Native American werewolves. Sergei the ‘Zelix’ vampire coven’s leader wants our forest to use it as a hide out. A brutal battle is coming; Gray Owl, Black Raven, Sun Bear, and I are ready to fight them once and for all.

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