Monday 25 February 2019

Guest Post: Understanding the Editing Process by Carol Browne...

I met with a new proofreading client recently and looked at his manuscript. It needed a lot of work. In fact, he needed an editor not a proofreader. He had no idea what the difference was any more than he knew what an editor does. As I tried to explain it all to him, it took me back to my own beginnings as a newbie author and I remembered what a shock the editing process had been. I had no idea what was involved; writing the book turned out to have been the easy part! So, aspiring writers, here is a brief description of what lies in store for you.

 Let’s assume that you were able to construct a fairly presentable manuscript and submit it to a publisher with strict adherence to their submission requirements and that said publisher has agreed to publish the work. Let’s also assume that you have thrown your hat in the air, danced on the table, bought a round of drinks for everyone in the pub, day dreamed about fame, fortune and winning the Booker Prize and now await the next step. Once the excitement has worn off, the real work begins.

This is what happened to me: I was told who my editor was, that they were editing my manuscript and it would then be emailed to me so I could address the editor’s changes and suggestions. I had done a fair bit of proofreading by then but proofreading is to editing what a string quartet is to the London Symphony Orchestra. Straightaway, I was shocked when I saw that most of Chapter One had been removed (“You can condense it into a small paragraph somewhere if you really must.”) and great chunks of the narrative had been torn out. Thousands of words were scattered to the four winds, never to be seen again. Thousands! The book I had given years of my life to was purged and purified. And this is what you call a structural edit.

And guess what … I ended up with a much better book. Did I manage to condense the pruned pages into one small paragraph? You bet I did! It was the sort of exercise that tones up the writing muscle. I learnt how to write more succinctly and move the narrative along without unnecessary clutter. Editors I’ve had since have not been so ruthless, but it’s probably because I have become a more competent writer.

Once the structural editing is done, it’s time for line editing. This is exactly what it sounds like: going through the narrative line by line, addressing punctuation, spelling, typos, syntax and word choice. The editor will often suggest the author uses a better word or adds some description or makes the dialogue more natural. There will be all kinds of errors or inconsistencies in continuity. Have you used the same word three times in quick succession? Perhaps a character does something incongruous and you never noticed? Did you just mention someone, having forgotten you killed them two chapters ago?

You can imagine how long and involved a process this can be, particularly if you have a book as long as mine was. (‘Was’ being the operative word!) But your editor is trying to make your book the best it can be. You may have to lose your favourite metaphor, pluck out padding you enjoyed reading, delete swathes of dialogue that made you laugh but did nothing to further the plot or develop the characters. In the end it is all worth it.

Hopefully it is at this point that your publisher will give their blessing to the final edits of the manuscript.

But that’s not the end of the process, because it‘s then that a proofreader takes over and that proofreader is very often YOU. Having worked your way through your manuscript umpteen times already until you could happily throw it at the wall and walk away forever, it is up to you to read through ALL of it carefully and look for any errors that have been missed.

Yes, the editing of a manuscript is a lot of work: Weeks of daily toil; long hours at the keyboard; chewed finger nails; bloodshot eyes; gallons of coffee. And finally, if you are lucky, your book emerges, all sparkly and beautiful, like a polished jewel!

One more thing – and this is extremely important advice for aspiring writers – you need to familiarise yourselves with the Track Changes function of Word, because you are gonna need that knowledge! I was lucky in that I had a proofreading course under my belt before I started, so Track Changes didn’t come as a complete surprise to me. This is a function that allows many people to edit and proofread a document without the changes they make to that document being lost – hence the changes are tracked, very much like sending a parcel – but Word also remembers the original document so nothing is lost (we can’t always say the same about the mail service!). Delete a paragraph, say, and it will be held in the margin in a sort of bubble. Only when the author accepts that deletion will that paragraph be completely removed from the document.

Well, this isn’t an article about Track Changes! Suffice it to say, as with many things, there are tutorials on You Tube if you really feel this is beyond you. Trust me, it isn’t. If I can manage to use this function, anyone with a modicum of computer skills will have no problem.

So, budding authors, prepare yourselves for the editing process; but don’t worry about it because it’s not all hard work and learning the craft, it can also be a lot of fun.

Godwin's adventures in Elvendom left him a changed man, and now bereavement has darkened his world.

In another dimension, a new Elvendom is threatened by the ambitions of a monstrous enemy. Who—or what—is the Dark Lady of Bletchberm?

And what has become of Elgiva?

Reeling from the loss of their Elwardain, the elves ask Godwin for help.

Transported into a strange world of time travel and outlandish creatures, will he succeed in his quest against impossible odds, or will the Dark Lady destroy everything the Elwardain fought to preserve?


His heart thumping in his throat, Godwin took in all the details of the goblin’s appearance. The creature was probably four feet tall at most and was wearing a sleeveless leather tunic and short leggings over his skinny frame. His arms and legs were hard with thin bands of muscle; sinews moved like taut wires beneath the scant flesh. Godwin fancied that the goblin’s skin had a sickly, greenish tint, but in the firelight it was impossible to be sure.

The goblin moved in an awkward manner, not upright like a man or an elf, but slightly stooped and with bent knees, as though on the verge of pouncing. The dome of his head was as bald and smooth as a pebble, and his very long, pointed ears were attached on either side like those of a lynx. His large eyes glittered like wet malachite and between them a long, sharp nose protruded with all the aesthetic attributes of a small parsnip.

The goblin’s large eyes widened as they swivelled in Godwin’s direction, making his stomach curdle in fear and revulsion.

“Only two of you, then?” said the goblin with a smirk. “Not much of a challenge, is it?” He beckoned with his sword and others of his kind began to creep into the circle.

Godwin glanced around. There were six more of them, each carrying a sword of a curious design, the blade like a thin, metal spiral with a very sharp point. A visceral fear welled up inside him at the sight of these weapons, but he didn’t know why.

Born in Stafford in the UK, Carol Browne was raised in Crewe, Cheshire, which she thinks of as her home town. Interested in reading and writing at an early age, Carol pursued her passions at Nottingham University and was awarded an honours degree in English Language and Literature. Now living and working in the Cambridgeshire countryside, Carol usually writes fiction and is a contracted author at Burning Willow Press. Being Krystyna, published by Dilliebooks on 11th November, 2016, is her first non-fiction book.

Stay connected with Carol on her website and blog, Facebook, and Twitter.

Tuesday 19 February 2019

Cover Reveal: The Gimmal Ring by Karen Koski...

She wants the ring and she wants it bad!

Book Details:

Title: The Gimmal Ring
Author: Karen Koski

Page Count: 124

Genres: Urban Fantasy, Adventure, Middle Grade

Publisher: Mirror World Books

About The Gimmal Ring:

Gwendolyn Gimmal desperately wants an invitation to the mysterious Gimmal Gala where her family’s coveted ring is bestowed upon new inductees. It’s not that she particularly likes bling, but because she knows it will unlock exciting secrets and reveal what she believes will be her true life’s path. Her younger brother, Gage, also wants to attend the party, but mostly for the food.

After finding her way into the hidden gala, Gwen learns that The Gimmal Ring is not only a piece of jewellery, but also a secret society of people. Things go awry when their parents are kidnapped from the Gala and held for ransom. Gwen and her brother must solve the clues and find the hidden formula the kidnappers have demanded by midnight, or they will never see their family members again. 

Their newly discovered enhanced abilities, while fun, are not completely reliable. Cracking newspaper codes, deciphering invisible maps, and playing a high stakes game of Enigma Machine Twister, are just some of the challenges they must overcome if they are to succeed in time. The adventure starts when they flush themselves in The Tele-Potti, a teleporting commode, and it all goes down the drain from there.

Meet the Author:

Karen Koski writes stories set in magical Windsor and Essex County, Ontario where she was born and raised. Karen’s love of a good mystery inspired her to become a licensed Private Investigator. She is intrigued by anything that is not what it appears to be.

Karen resides in Windsor, Ontario with her husband, two daughters and a Moose.

Monday 18 February 2019

Snuggle up with a Heart-Warming Soup and Cozy Mystery by Janis and Emma Lane...

Janis and Emma Lane are in my virtual kitchen today to cook up something good! No, they're not sisters or even cousins. Today's guest blogger is an author with a split personality, and man can she cook!

Hi everyone, this recipe is only a guideline for making a delicious lunch or main dish with fresh vegetables. The list of veggies is easily amendable to whatever your grocer has in stock. No beets, please! Be sure to add nurturing bread like corn bread or crackers for a more substantial meal. Okay, I used corn Chex Mix one time, but that was an emergency. A green salad is always a welcome addition.


1 onion, diced
½ green pepper, cleaned and diced
2 celery stalks, chopped
1 fat carrot, peeled and chopped
1 – 2 ears fresh corn kernels, scraped from cob
1 can diced tomato or 1 lg. fresh, chopped
1½ cups fresh green beans, strings removed and chopped
3 cups beef or chicken stock
½ pound ground chuck
1 med. potato, diced
Sprig fresh thyme or ¼ tsp. dried
Sprig of oregano or ¼ tsp. dried
Small sprig of basil or ½ tsp. dried
Sprig of parsley, flat not curly

SAUTE meat and set aside.

POUR stock into a large pot.

ADD onions and celery. Bring to boil, reduce heat, and simmer 10 minutes.

ADD carrots, corn, tomatoes, potato, and herbs. Return soup to a boil, reduce heat, and simmer for 15 to 20 minutes.

ADD meat. Simmer 10 minutes more.

Veggies will be somewhat crisp. Cook longer if desired. As it sits the flavor will increase. But cool and refrigerate if it’s going to be longer than a few hours before serving.

Optional Veggies: okra, green peas, yellow squash, small can chick peas.

Optional herbs/spices: pinch of chili pepper, tiny clove of garlic, sprig of cilantro.

Tip: if you use fresh herbs tie together with kitchen string and remove before serving.

Here's a peek at my Cozy Mystery, Murder in the Neighborhood, a novel which introduces you to Detective Kevin Fowler and the intriguing murders which infect this small town Americana. The series follows the detective, colleagues, friends, and lovers through a whirlwind of events, good and bad, over the next three novels.

A killer is attacking respectable citizens in picturesque Hubbard, NY, and leaving corpses on their front steps in the middle of the day. Detective Fowler isn’t certain who causes him to lose the most sleep, a certain sexy reporter with bouncing curls and sparkling black eyes, or the elusive psychopath creating panic in his small-town community. Together, the detective and the reporter race to find the monster in their midst and return the town to the desirable place where people come to raise their families in peace and contentment. Can they sort through their differences to find romance even as they search for a determined stalker with murder on his mind? The clock ticks down on a man in a rage with a deadly mission.

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Janis Lane is the pen-name for gifted author Emma Lane who writes cozy mysteries as Janis, Regency as Emma, and spice as Sunny Lane.

She lives in Western New York where winter is snowy, spring arrives with rave reviews, summer days are long and velvet, and fall leaves are riotous in color. At long last she enjoys the perfect bow window for her desk where she is treated to a year-round panoramic view of nature. Her computer opens up a fourth fascinating window to the world. Her patient husband is always available to help with a plot twist and encourage Emma to never quit. Her day job is working with flowers at Herbtique and Plant Nursery, the nursery she and her son own.

Look for information about writing and plants on Emma's new website. Leave a comment or a gardening question and put a smile on Emma's face.

Stay connected to Emma on Facebook and Twitter. Be sure to check out the things that make Emma smile on Pinterest.

Monday 11 February 2019

Valentine's Special: A Chocolate Treat and Action Adventure Read by Sally and Elliott Baker...

Sally Baker, the lovely wife of Action-Adventure author Elliott Baker, is here with her latest cookie creation. These cookie bars include the Baker's Unsweetened Chocolate Brownie recipe found on the inside of the packaging and are absolutely delicious.

Sally Baker's Muddy Boots

1 family sized tube of Pillsbury Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough
½ family sized tube of Pillsbury Peanut Butter Cookie Dough
Bag of M&M caramels
Baker's Brownie Mix prepared with the following ingredients:
4 oz. Baker's Unsweetened Chocolate
¾ cup butter or margarine
2 cups sugar
3 eggs
1 tsp. vanilla
1 cup flour

PREHEAT oven 350° F.

CUT parchment paper to fit a 9 x 13-inch pan. Insert the paper and then grease it.

BREAK up the chocolate chip dough into chunks and fill the pan.

BREAK up the peanut butter dough and scatter across the chocolate chip dough.

MAKE the brownie mix. Stir in half of the M&M caramels.

POUR the brownie mix over the cookie dough.

SPRINKLE remaining M&M caramels over the top.

BAKE at least 35 minutes or until a sharp knife inserted in the center comes out clean.

LET cool and then cut into squares.

How about a glimpse at Sally's husband Elliott and his books while you're munching these awesome cookie bars?

For three thousand years a hatred burns. In seventeenth century France two souls incarnate, one born the child of a prosperous merchant, the other, determined to continue an incarnation begun long ago.

In ancient Egypt, there were two brothers, disciples of the pharaoh, Akhenaten. When the pharaoh died, the physician took the knowledge given and went to Greece to begin the mystery school. The general made a deal with the priests and became pharaoh. One remembers, one does not.

The year is 1671. René Gilbert’s destiny glints from the blade of a slashing rapier. The only way he can protect those he loves is to regain the power and knowledge of an ancient lifetime. From Bordeaux to Spain to Morocco, René is tested and with each turn of fate he gathers enemies and allies, slowly reclaiming the knowledge and power earned centuries ago. For three thousand years a secret sect has waited in Morocco.

After ages in darkness, Horemheb screams, “I am.” Using every dark art, he manages to maintain the life of the body he has bartered for. Only one life force in the world is powerful enough to allow him to remain within embodiment, perhaps forever. Determined to continue a reign of terror that once made the Nile run red, he grows stronger with each life taken.

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Award winning, international playwright Elliott B. Baker grew up in Jacksonville, Florida. With four musicals and one play published and done throughout the United States, New Zealand, Portugal, England, and Canada, Elliott is pleased to offer his first novel, Return, book one of The Sun God’s Heir trilogy.

A member of the Authors Guild and the Dramatists Guild, Elliott lives in New Hampshire with his beautiful wife Sally Ann.

Learn more about Elliot Baker on his website. Stay connected on Twitter and Facebook. Like Elliott's Author Page on Facebook to learn all his latest news.

Monday 4 February 2019

Welcome to Sharon Ledwith's Birthday Bash Book Tour...

In celebration of Sharon Ledwith's birthday, all of her books are on tour, on sale, and ready for you to discover. Make sure to follow the tour and enter the giveaway for two signed books, open internationally!!

Tour Schedule:

About the Books:

Legend of the Timekeepers (Book 0.5):

There is no moving forward without first going back.

Lilith was a young girl with dreams and a family before the final destruction of Atlantis shattered those dreams and tore her family apart. Now refugees, Lilith and her father make their home in the Black Land. This strange, new country has no place in Lilith’s heart until a beloved high priestess introduces Lilith to her life purpose—to be a Timekeeper and keep time safe. 

Summoned through the seventh arch of Atlantis by the Children of the Law of One, Lilith and her newfound friends are sent into Atlantis’s past, and given a task that will ultimately test their courage and try their faith in each other. Can the Timekeepers stop the dark magus Belial before he changes the seers’ prophecy? If they fail, then their future and the earth’s fate will be altered forever.

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The Last Timekeepers and the Arch of Atlantis (Book 1):

Children are the keys to our future. And now, children are the only hope for our past.

When 13-year-old Amanda Sault and her annoying classmates are caught in a food fight at school, they're given a choice: suspension or yard duty. The decision is a no-brainer. Their two-week crash course in landscaping leads to the discovery of a weathered stone arch in the overgrown back yard. The arch isn't a forgotten lawn ornament but an ancient time portal from the lost continent of Atlantis.

Chosen by an Atlantean Magus to be Timekeepers--legendary time travelers sworn to keep history safe from the evil Belial--Amanda and her classmates are sent on an adventure of a lifetime. Can they find the young Robin Hood and his merry band of teens? If they don't, then history itself may be turned upside down.

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The Last Timekeepers and the Dark Secret (Book 2):

Only a true hero can shine the light in humanity’s darkest time.

Fourteen year-old Jordan Jensen always considered himself a team player on and off the field, until the second Timekeeper mission lands him in Amsterdam during World War Two. Pulled into the world of espionage, torture, and intolerance, Jordan and the rest of the Timekeepers have no choice but to do whatever they can to stay one step ahead of the Nazis in order to find and protect a mysterious book.

With the help of the Dutch Resistance, an eccentric baron, Nordic runes, and an ancient volume originating from Atlantis, Jordan must learn that it takes true teamwork, trust, and sacrifice to keep time safe from the evils of fascism. Can Jordan find the hero within to conquer the darkness surrounding the Timekeepers? If he doesn’t, then the terrible truth of what the Nazis did will never see the light of day.

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Lost and Found: Mysterious Tales from Fairy Falls: 

Fairy Falls was bores-ville from the get-go. Then the animals started talking...

Animal Shelter is in trouble. Money trouble. It’s up to an old calico cat named Whiskey—a shelter cat who has mastered the skill of observation—to find a new human pack leader so that their home will be saved. With the help of Nobel, the leader of the shelter dogs, the animals set out to use the ancient skill of telepathy to contact any human who bothers to listen to them. Unfortunately for fifteen-year-old Meagan Walsh, she hears them, loud and clear.

Forced to live with her Aunt Izzy in the safe and quiet town of Fairy Falls, Meagan is caught stealing and is sentenced to do community hours at the animal shelter where her aunt works. Realizing Meagan can hear her, Whiskey realizes that Meagan just might have the pack leader qualities necessary to save the animals. Avoiding Whiskey and the rest of shelter animals becomes impossible for Meagan, so she finally gives in and promises to help them. Meagan, along with her newfound friends, Reid Robertson and Natalie Knight, discover that someone in Fairy Falls is not only out to destroy the shelter, but the animals as well. Can Meagan convince her aunt and co-workers that the animals are in danger? If she fails, then all the animals’ voices will be silenced forever.

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Exclusive Excerpt for Blackflies and Blueberries set to be released May, 2019:

In anticipation for the upcoming release of Blackflies and Blueberries, Book #2 of my teen psychic mystery series, Mysterious Tales from Fairy Falls in May, I thought I’d give you a taste of what to expect by sharing an exclusive excerpt with you. Please enjoy, and as always: Welcome to Fairy Falls. Expect the unexpected…

“Where the hell am I?” Hart muttered. This can’t be right. The store owner must have given me the wrong directions.
Hart adjusted his backpack, heavier now as it had warmed up enough for him to strip off a layer of clothing. He welcomed the cooling sensation of the trickling sweat at the back of his neck. It was far more appealing than the bitter cold air that attacked his extremities early this morning. Hart pulled out the directions from his jean pocket for the fifth time. He’d been wandering for hours, and was getting tired and hungry.
 “Hey, you lost?”
Startled, Hart jumped and turned around. He’d been too busy staring at the directions, he hadn’t noticed a small, red car pull up beside him. A red-headed guy who looked to be about his age hung out the driver’s side window, smiling.
Hart swallowed hard. He glanced down at the directions that he couldn’t comprehend, and then raised his head. “Sort of, I guess. I’m looking for Blueberry Lane. Do you know where that is?”
“We sure do!” a pretty, teenage girl with ink-black hair blurted from the front passenger seat.
Hart inclined his head, noticing that she wore a pink T-shirt imprinted with cartoon cats, and possessed eyes as blue as his mother’s. His chest suddenly ached.
The red-headed guy rubbed his ear. “There’s no need to yell, Meagan. He’s lost, not deaf.”
A giggle erupted from the back seat. “Blueberry Lane is about five kilometres as the crow flies, or so Meagan’s been told by a few of her feathered friends.”
Hart frowned. Huh? He peered into the open back window. Behind the girl named Meagan sat another teen girl with darker skin, short brown hair, and killer green eyes. A black and white cat was curled up on her lap, its short tail drumming lazily against her indigo jeans. “I…I don’t follow you.”
“And that’s a good thing according to a couple of dogs I know,” Meagan said, pushing over the driver to stick her head out the window. “Why don’t you hop in the back with Nat and Oscar, and we’ll give you a lift.”
“We, Meagan?” The guy grunted, pulling at his creased white T-shirt. “Last time I checked, this was still my car.”
Meagan swept her bangs off her forehead, and rolled her eyes. “Then why don’t you do the right thing and offer him a ride, Reid?”
Reid glanced at Hart, and shrugged. “Girlfriends never seem to get tired of bossing us guys around. Right, dude?”
Meagan snorted. “Someone needs to be the pack leader in this relationship.” She pushed off of Reid, making him grunt again.
Reid grinned, then used his chin as a guide to point to the car door behind him. “Get in. Just ignore the mess. It’s mostly Meagan’s.”
“Are…are you sure?” Hart asked, pulling off his knapsack.
“Sure we’re sure,” Meagan said, buckling her seat belt. “Last time I checked, I still paid for the gas.”
 “Thanks so much!” Hart opened the back door, set his knapsack in the well littered with candy wrappers, and jumped in. “By the way, my name’s Hart.”
Reid saluted Hart, then negotiated his car off the gravel shoulder, and gunned it up the road. “Did you put an extra bag of cat kibble in the trunk, Meagan?”
“Yup, and some more blankets for those extra shelters you built,” Meagan replied, pulling out a red cell phone. “I’ll text Aunt Izzy to let her know we’ll be a little late meeting her at the lost cats.”
Hart arched a tawny brow. “Lost…cats?”
“It’s a colony of homeless and feral cats living in the forest behind the Fairy Falls Animal Shelter,” Nat spoke up, as she brushed cat hair from her purple T-shirt. “These cats don’t seem to fit in to what humans expect from domestic pets, so we take care of them, and see to their needs.”
“I know how they feel.” Hart gazed out the window seeing nothing but trees and granite rocks. “I’m not sure where I fit in either.”
The black and white cat on Nat’s lap stopped flicking its stubby tail to peer up at Hart. It twitched its whiskers, sneezed twice, and then let out a long-winded meow.
“Oscar, that’s rude,” Meagan said, turning her head. “Some humans sweat more than others.”
Nat straightened. “What’d he say, Meagan?”
“Nothing important,” Meagan replied, waving a hand. “Something about the way Hart smells.”
Hart discreetly sniffed the armpit of his black T-shirt, and winced. He glanced at the cat. “Oscar…can talk?”
The three teen friends looked at each other for a split second before Meagan said, “Sure. All animals talk. It’s all in the way you interpret them.”
Hart narrowed his eyes. This is getting weird. Why do I feel like I’m with a bunch of my mom’s psychic friends? He cleared his throat, and said, “I…I guess you’ve got a point.”
Then Hart reached to stroke Oscar, and his fingers brushed across the cat’s red collar, making the tiny bells attached to it, jingle. His eyes widened. The image of an old white, orange, and black cat flashed through his mind. He sensed this cat was important, special, and very much missed. “Who’s Whiskey?”
Meagan gasped. Reid coughed. Nat’s mouth dropped open.
“H-How do you know about Whiskey?” Meagan asked, placing a hand on her chest. “She…she died last year.”
“She did?” Hart’s throat tightened. “This is her collar, isn’t it?”
“Dude, how’d you know that?” Reid asked, glancing over his shoulder. “Are you like Meagan?”
Hart removed his hand from the collar, and his shook his head. “It’s…it’s hard to explain.”
Natalie patted Hart’s arm. Her touch was light and tingly as if a butterfly had brushed across his skin. She smiled and said, “No it’s not, Hart. It’s like what Meagan said. If animals can talk, then wouldn’t it be logical to assume objects—like Oscar’s collar—can talk too?”
“Right, Nat.” Reid chuckled. “Objects are inanimate, not real like animals. They have no soul.”
“The debate is out on whether or not you have a soul, Reid,” Meagan said, smirking.
Nat giggled. “What I meant was there are some people who can interpret animal energy, and there are others—” she glanced at Hart and winked at him “—who can interpret object energy.”
“Well said, Ms. Knight!” Meagan reached over to high-five Nat.
Oscar meowed again. He rolled off of Nat’s lap, and rubbed his head into the side of Hart’s leg. He frowned, noticing that the cat’s left eye had been removed and stitched up. This loss didn’t seem to bother him though, as he continued to roll and stretch his lean, furry body next to Hart. Curious, Hart touched Oscar’s collar once more, seeing the white, orange, and black cat again, only as a younger version with a litter of kittens—one with the same black and white markings as Oscar possessed.
Hart’s chin trembled. He bent to whisper, “I miss my mom too, Oscar.”
A loud grumble coming from Hart’s belly made Oscar flinch, but he remained stretched out between Nat and Hart, taking up as much of the back seat as he could. Hart chuckled, and stroked Oscar’s exposed white tummy. A soft, sedative purr emanated from Oscar, as if letting Hart know that everything was going to be okay.
“You know, Hart, I do believe you’ll fit in Fairy Falls,” Nat said, passing him a couple of granola bars from her leather purse. “Fit in, just fine.”

Meet the Author:

Escape to the past and have a blast.

Sharon Ledwith is the author of the middle-grade/young adult time travel adventure series, THE LAST TIMEKEEPERS, and the teen psychic mystery series, MYSTERIOUS TALES FROM FAIRY FALLS. When not writing, researching, or revising, she enjoys reading, exercising, anything arcane, and an occasional dram of scotch. Sharon lives a serene, yet busy life in a southern tourist region of Ontario, Canada, with her hubby, one spoiled yellow Labrador and a moody calico cat.

Learn more about Sharon Ledwith on her WEBSITE and BLOG. Look up her AMAZON AUTHOR page for a list of current books. Stay connected on FACEBOOK, TWITTER, PINTEREST, LINKEDIN, INSTAGRAM, and GOODREADS. Check out THE LAST TIMEKEEPERS TIME TRAVEL SERIES Facebook page.

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One winner will received 1 signed paperback copy of The Last Timekeepers and the Arch of Atlantis, and 1 signed paperback copy of Lost and Found. This giveaway is international!!