Wild Cards is a book dedicated to Middle Schoolers and High Schoolers with a Supernatural/Paranormal flare.

Wild Cards is a book dedicated to Middle Schoolers and High Schoolers with a Supernatural/Paranormal flare. You will find a variety of stories so it won’t be hard to find something you and your children will like. From stories about the Grim Reaper, a dragon rider, three wishes, a witch, a man without a face, a house on a haunted street, the making of a villain and much more there is plenty for everyone. 100% of this books proceeds will go to The National Children’s Cancer Center. This book is all about the kids! Here are the awesome Authors and we couldn’t have had such a great cover with the art work by Don Semora.

Ronald Griffin’s Biography:

Ronald Griffin is a 31 year old Author who grew up in Georgia and still lives there today. His current writing style includes paranormal fantasy and horror. He has been writing since he was 9 years old when he wrote a Tiny Toons Adventure skit for his class and it was well received. From there, he was absorbed with writing about Superhero’s but once high school hit, the supernatural started calling him, especially the werewolves. This is where his latest The Blood Lives Saga was born. You can either find him locked away in his writing cave or at his local Cracker Barrel where he supports his fantasy genre reading habit. His Author idol is the husband and wife writing team Ilona Andrews. He has thoroughly enjoyed their magic series novels and feels encouraged that they are from his same state. When not writing, you can find Ronald spending time with his daughters (ages 3 and 9) and his son (age 7). He can be found spending time making precious moments with them and hopefully passing along his writing bug to them.

Gabrielle Lee Hughes’s Biography:

Gabrielle Lee Hughes is an inspiring new author. For fifteen years, Gabrielle has been writing short stories, poetry, and just finish her first novel, The New World: The Last Resistance. She is currently looking for a publishing company to fit her first novel’s needs. She is also currently working on her second novel, The New World: Dawn of a New Age.  Gabrielle currently lives in Georgia.

Mark Mackey’s Biography:

Mark Mackey, living in Chicago, started writing during the late 1990’s when he submitted a simple poem to a contest which was later published in an anthology. In addition he has won two screenplay awards, one for the short screenplay Horror in the Woods, and one for the feature Length screenplay A Tale of Two Girls, both in the book Four Screenplays volume I. Also he has written several books in the process of being edited and three short stories published in three different anthologies.

T.G. Reaper’s Biography:

T.G. Reaper, aka Thom Futrell is the award winning, bestselling author of EMPTY GRAVES, MEAT PUPPET, NIGHT SONGS, DRIPPINGS along with over twenty anthologies and magazine articles. He lives near Jackson, Michigan with his wife, two daughters and two cats.

David R. Bennett’s Biography:
I am an author from Houston, Texas. I am what I would call a freaky fiction writer. I write strange tales in all realms of fiction. I am a bonafied Star Wars geek who cannot wait to see the range of movies put out by Disney starting in 2015.

Jeremy Rodden’s Biography:
Jeremy Rodden considers himself a dad first and an author second. He is the author of the middle grade/young adult Toonopolis series of books that takes place in his cartoon universe. He also edited, contributed to, and published The Myth of Mr. Mom, a non-fiction series of essays by stay-at-home dads.

Laurie Treacy’s Biography:
I’m a wife, mom of three really good kids and various pets, an active reader and book blogger. Movie and music fan. I love frogs, frozen Goobers, anime and haunted places. I’m also a Whovian. I love paranormal, fantasy, urban fantasy, dystopian and contemporary romance. I initially started out writing YA, but I’ve also started writing for adults. My NaNoWriMo book this year is a New Adult paranormal. I find this genre exciting.

Jodie Pierce’s Biography:

Jodie Pierce is married to her hubby, John who gave her a storybook happily-ever-after. She lives in Cleveland, Ohio but traveled to Brasil when she was 16 years old as an exchange student and she continues to travel the US with her hubby. Jodie started writing as a teenager and even wrote for her schools’ newspaper and yearbook.
She has had a fascination with vampires since they were introduced to her as a child so she’s had a long history with them. It wasn't until she started reading the Anne Rice vampire books in college that she was truly inspired to stop writing sappy teen romance stories and focus on the vampires she loved. You will find some of her experiences from Brasil in her stories. Many of her stories have historical or researched facts as she also enjoys research and learning about new places.
She has published four short novels (Eternal Press), a short story in "Midnight Thirst 2", an anthology (Melange Books), has five self-published books (with 3 more charity anthologies by the end of 2013). She’s published her first charity vampire anthology book with various Authors named In Vein, where all the proceeds of the book went to St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital. She loves helping out other new Authors, runs blog hops and Facebook events for them to help market them. She has her own small publishing company named Vampirical Lyrical Publishing where she takes on new Authors and helps them see their creations come to life. She's always busy with the next great vampire story as her mind is non-stop and even plagues her dreams. She’s co-manager of the Facebook Supernatural Writer’s Group where they put together 2 charity books a year where all proceeds will be donated to a special charity.

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Just released the triple book of A Spell Cast: YA urban fantasy romance.

A Spell Cast, volumes one to three, (A triple book) is now available on Amazon.
A Spell Cast, Volumes 1-3 in one book
1. A Secret, a move and they all meet.
Oliver turned to me and with a look of wonder on his face continued, “Think about it, all those years, you could learn so much and do so much. So many chances to be anything you wanted, well maybe it wouldn’t be quite that easy, but the time would be there to try.”

Chloe is eighteen when her family moves to England from California. She didn’t want to move and had a plan to go back home, until she saw Tristan Dearing. Enigmatic and gorgeous, his blue eyes capture her attention and she finds he’s at the center of a mystery that has continued over the last eight hundred years.
She decides to make the most of her new life and as she helps her dad in his restaurant, she meets the lovely Oliver. He’s attracted to Chloe immediately and they begin a special relationship that will last forever.
One girl, two gorgeous guys, friends, lovers, inseparable. Join them on their magical adventures, a reality sprinkled with time travel, witches, and strange events.

2. Mistaken identity, deeper secrets, danger and surprises.
“Well that’s true, but this is about the supernatural stuff. For a few years I kept thinking I might suddenly age, you know overnight I’d become my true age for some reason, and blow away as dust in the morning breeze.”

Oliver is mistaken for a descendant of the ancient Dearing family. Someone is owed and out to collect on an eight-hundred year old debt. How will this change not just Oliver’s life but Chloe’s too? Tristan faces discovery and danger. The three friends fight back until something completely shocking and unexpected happens.
In love with both guys, Chloe is determined to fix the new issues that face them. She and Oliver take on a wizard and find him surprisingly friendly, and so begins an adventure that changes Chloe forever.

3. Finding Tristan is the only thing on Chloe’s mind. She is willing to do anything, go anywhere. Mystery, time travel, magic and a life saved.
“Yes, what else is there to do, and Oliver don’t forget the background information, you and Tristan are immortal, how about believing that?”
The year is eleven-ninety and the waterfall on the ancient Dearing estate is swirling with magic. In the distant future, a young woman is looking for her lost love. Where is he and why?
Subjected to the jealous fury of a wizard Tristan finds himself in a place he thought he would never see again. Chloe and Oliver are out to find him.
What happens to Oliver when Tristan persuades Chloe to help him save a life? A secret is uncovered as arriving back from their adventure Chloe and Tristan discover changes in a world they thought they knew so well.
Read an excerpt:

Oliver said he felt weird about how we had left each other that afternoon, and could he see me for half an hour.
I said yes. 
His Land Rover drew up very quickly after the phone call and I went out to greet him. It had just gone totally dark and the lights in the garden were on. He was already smiling as he got out of the driver’s side. I couldn’t help it. I went and put my arm around his waist and he put his around my shoulders. We went into the hall, and he kissed my cheek as we walked along. I took him up to my room and we sat on the bed side by side.
“I just had to come and see you because it felt as if you were about to ditch me,” he said.
I swallowed, thinking before I answered him, so that I had the right words.
“This afternoon I felt that I was being unfair to both you and Tristan, and I was thinking maybe we should just be friends. Since then I’ve realized I love you too much to do that. Is that selfish?” I asked him.
He sighed. “Do you mean be friends with the both of us or just me?” he asked.
“I meant the both of you,” I said softly.
He smiled. “You love me, you said. I don’t want that to change.”
“I can’t see that happening. I do love you,” I told him.
Oliver smiled again. He stood up, and pulled me up too. His arms around my waist he danced us around a few steps. Then he stopped.
“Hey what’s going on at the abbey ruins, they are in that direction right?” He was waving his hand at my window. I had my back to the window since he had been dancing me around and I turned now to look at what he meant.
I saw a red glow in the direction he had indicated. Going to stand at the window, I could see the red glow over the top of what would be the abbey ruins, not only that, but even though it was dark I thought there was smoke, black smoke and not clouds.
“You know what Oliver I think they’re on fire. Oh my god the museum and the stained glass windows, I’ll call Tristan.” I realized at once the implications of a fire at the museum, and I grabbed my cell. Oliver called the fire department from his phone.
Tristan answered but seemed to be running. I told him about what seemed like a fire at the museum and ruins. He knew, he told me, the alarms and security they had set up there picked it up, but the fire department wasn’t there yet. He was on his way. I told him we would get there too.
Oliver said the fire department was responding to the call and we raced downstairs.
I went into mom’s study. She wasn’t there, so as we went out of the house and got into Oliver’s Land Rover, I called dad. Steven, mom and dad were still at the restaurant. I told dad about the fire and that Oliver and I were going over to help Tristan. He said keep away from it, don’t go near it, he would come over too. I said we wouldn’t go near the fire but stand away and offer support to the family.
We were at the abbey car park and the flames were obviously high in the shop and museum. The ruins had no flames, but the smell of smoke was quite pungent and I covered my mouth as Oliver and I went towards a small group of people. Liz was obviously there. I could see her and Jack Dearing standing at the edge of the group.
No one was doing anything except stand watching. I couldn’t see Tristan and I thought ‘oh no surely he wouldn’t go into the flames.’ The fire department had arrived just before us and they seemed to be having an effect. The flames seemed less and the smoke more. Jack was talking to someone on his cell phone and I realized it was Tristan. I was standing next to Liz and told her how sorry I was that this had happened. We stood there for about twenty minutes as the flames ceased and there was just smoke in the air and fire fighters walking around talking to Jack and Tristan.
Oliver and I went over to Tristan. He told us the fire was out, and the technicians would go in as soon as it was light to investigate the fire but right now, it looked like the cause was an electrical fault. I looked around before I asked him about the stained glass windows. He looked around before he answered. “They are okay, unbelievable I know. They look a bit black, but there doesn’t appear to be any melting. We’ll not know for sure until daylight, all the power is out now. Thanks for coming over both of you. Your dad rang, he was going to come over, but I said not to, that everything was under control and I’d send you and Oliver home too.”
Oliver asked if he was okay, did he need any help at all, that we could stay for a while longer.
Tristan shaking his head answered that no really it was okay. I went over to Liz and asked her if she needed anything, but the Dearings had closed ranks and she said they were fine.
Tristan said he would see us tomorrow and not wanting to get in the way we walked back to the Land Rover. 
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Today I welcome Sarah Daltry and Pete Clark to the blog, with Backward Compatible

Backward Compatible

Not too long ago,
in a town that,
depending on your current location,
is either not super far
or actually quite close…
It is a time of chaotic hormones.
Two nerdy gents
home for winter break
have discovered a female gamer
at a midnight release.
During the break,
the gamer trio manages
to reveal the game’s secret boss,
a hidden enemy
with enough power to destroy
anything in its path.
Pursued by other gamers
who want to be the first
to beat this boss,
George and Katie race to level up,
and, in so doing, restore decency
and sexual activity to their personal galaxy…

Welcome to the blog today, 

Are you working on another book right now?

I’m in the middle of so many things. I’m continuing both the Eden’s Fall and Flowering series. I’m also working on a YA fantasy romance called Primordial Dust as well as a literary novella based on TS Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” Plus I have several ideas.

Pete: I have a comic detective noir story. Another historical fiction mixed with supernatural monsters and legends. A realistic fiction and about 42 other things sitting and waiting with angry looks.

What do you enjoy most about writing?
I just love telling stories.
The writing part is pretty sweet.
What do you like the least?
Marketing. I wish people would just know my books exist and read them.
Would you like to see any of your books as movies?
I could see this being a movie, actually. It has the dialogue elements of a movie already in place.
I think that both Backward Compatible and Midnight Riders would be well suited to be made into a movie.

Can you name any actors you would like to see as the lead characters in your book.
Hmmm. I know Pete will be mad, because Michael Cera is kind of the go-to geeky actor, but probably Michael Cera. And Ellen Page. Even though I just cast Juno.
Vincent Cassel as a villain. Screw Michael Cera.

What things do you like to do to relax?
Play Xbox of course! And hang out with my cats.

I like to watch my cats play Xbox. They’re pretty good but they camp too much.

Do you have another job as well as writing?
I do other writing-related things, but no, this is basically it.
I am a teacher.
If you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be?
Mind control.
Just give me the Infinity Gauntlet and I’ll be pretty happy.

If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?

What kind of car would you have if money was no object?
I wouldn’t, because I would live in London!
Flying Delorian.

What’s your favorite food?
Pizza or anything made with seitan
Whole Foods tofu chicken salad on bread with cotswald. Nom nom.

Favorite color?
Black and purple
Green. Crazy bright melt your retinas green.

Can you think of a song or piece of music that could be your theme tune?
Personally or for this book? Personally, “Firework” is my motivational go-to song. For this book, anything by They Might Be Giants.
Mr. Bombastic

Just answer these questions as quickly as possible.

Chocolate or vanilla?-----
Sarah: Chocolate
Pete: Chocolate
Dog or cat?----
Sarah: Cat
Pete: Cat
The film or the book?-----
Sarah: Book, obviously.
Pete: Book
Jeans or suit? Pete: Naked
jeans or skirt? Sarah: Jeans
Beach or Snow resort?
Sarah: Woods or city. I don’t like beaches or snow.
Pete: Not a big fan of either. But Mountains are pretty cool so snow resort. Creepy forest would be ideal.
Boots or sneakers? Pete: sneakers. I don’t think I have owned boots since I was eight.
Heels or flats? Sarah: Can I choose boots and sneakers? YES Sarah :-)
What do you love best about yourself?
My snarky sense of humor
Everything. I’m unbelievably awesome. But mostly my humble nature. Meh, this joke is overdone but I couldn’t help myself.
What do you like least?
I’m overly empathetic and people see that as weakness.
There aren’t more of me. (Smiles)
Is there a question you would like to have been asked?
Sarah: Favorite video game
Pete: Where did you stash the treasure?
Torture me all you want, I won’t tell you.
Do you have anything to share with other authors that might be a help?
Don’t bother looking at rankings or what’s trending. It changes so fast.
Always listen to Gonna Fly Now and run the streets of Philadelphia in a grey hoodie, throwing jabs at the air. It just makes good business sense.

Is there anything you would like to say to your readers?
Reading is good. Read more.

Read an Excerpt from Backwards Compatible
“These graphics suck,” George says and I look back at the screen. We’re standing in the middle of the Estate, colorful orbs quivering ahead of us. We each have to choose our starting advantage. Waterfalls shimmer in the distance and the sunlight streams over multicolored stones in the courtyard.

“Amateurs,” Lanyon concurs. “I mean, they couldn’t have five waterfalls?”

“Your ironic wit is mind blowing, but choose your damn orbs,” I tell them. I consider. Magic, defense, offense, stealth, and charisma. I always go for magic as a black mage, but I wonder if a druid needs something else. Screw it. I need charisma in real life, too.

“Charisma?” Lanyon asks. “No one ever picks charisma.”

“We’re a party of a thief, druid, and a bard. We’re screwed regardless.”

“You two underestimate the mighty power of my lute,” George argues.

“Did you start with charisma?” Lanyon asks.

“Hell, no. I have charisma in spades. I started with stealth.”

“Great. A stealthy bard,” I sigh.

“She’s right,” Lanyon concedes. “We’re screwed.”

However, it actually isn’t bad at all at first. We power through the Estate and make it to the Yobanaria Dale with no resurrections and all at level ten. I’m impressed. George hasn’t actually fought anything, but he has some pretty awe-inspiring charm mastery already. I think I might have a serious crush. He seals the deal when he buffs my hailstorm spell without even being asked.

“Can you guys watch El Thiefelo? My mom wants me to eat supper,” Lanyon says.

“Yeah, we’ve got it,” I tell him. “The first boss is in the elven ruins anyway, so we should grind a bit. I think he’s a twelve.”

George and I explore the Dale, taking out bats and Joba spores. It’s fairly quiet, except for when we combo with his charms and my spells and he yells out, “Eat lute, bitch,” but it’s nice. We work well, almost inherently understanding each other. I’ve never been able to play this effectively with anyone. I try not to think about his eyes. Stupid boys, being cute and stuff.

By the time Lanyon comes back, we’re all at level 12, although Lanyon leveled up just by standing by a door while we played. Still, we are ready to take on Balsa the Proud. As a black mage, it took me about nine seconds. Trees don’t like fire. However, druids don’t have the same level of black magic and all elemental magic is weakened by the need to draw from the elements nearby. Sadly, trees seem to avoid storing fire runes in their villages. I expect this to be a little more challenging. It might even take fifteen seconds.

“First boss. Also known as the freebie bitch to sucker the young folks into a false sense of security,” Lanyon announces as he runs into the center of Balsa’s lair. The cinema plays and then, in a moment of pure absurdity, El Thiefelo is squished as Balsa steps on him.

“Can someone revive me?” Lanyon whines. 
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