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Yet Today by Anthony Caplan Genre: Contemporary Family Thriller

School’s out for summer, and that’s when Gillum Kaosky heads for the exits. Poised somewhere between neediness and nothingness, Kaosky sets out for summer adventures. Gillum is a Spanish teacher. He’s been married for twenty years and has three children with his wife Sibyl. They have raised their family on a farm in central New Hampshire. But this summer, Gillum lands a job that will change everything: wire-tapping the Dominican crime families responsible for bringing heroin and fentanyl into northern New England. Meanwhile, his son, Jonah breaks into the Department of Defense in a hack attempt that lands him in jail. Nothing remains the same, and love does not always conquer all in Yet Today, a thrilling, contemporary family saga from Anthony Caplan. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N

Anthony Caplan is an independent writer, teacher and homesteader in northern New England. He has worked at various times as a shrimp fisherman, environmental activist, journalist, taxi-driver, builder, window-washer, and telemarketer, (the last for only a month, but one week he did win a four tape set of the greatest hits of George Jones for selling the most copies of Time-Life’s The Loggers.) Currently, Caplan is working on restoring a 150 year old farmstead where he and his family tend sheep and chickens, grow most of their own vegetables, and have started a small apple orchard from scratch His road novels, BIRDMAN and FRENCH POND ROAD, trace the meanderings of one Billy Kagan, a footloose soul striving after sanity and love in the last years of the last century. His latest fiction effort, LATITUDES – A Story of Coming Home, to be released on Kindle, Nook and Smashwords and paperback in the summer of 2012, is a young boy’s transformative journey overcoming dysfunction, dislocation and distance. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Outside, on the streets of the town, there was an odd calm, as if
the panic he felt were truly an illusion. The rest of creation seemed to
be awaiting the further development of nothing extraordinary. He
stopped at a traffic light and checked the faces of the oncoming
motorists. They seemed astonishingly ugly in their cheap, mirrored
sunglasses, their cheesy grimaces protecting against the glaring
noonday sun. Out on the ruined strip, with its line of closed, boarded
up storefronts, was a Dollar Store and several ancient fast food
restaurants. On the corner was the multilevel furniture outlet blaring
deals in some ballooning white lettering from its glassed front. It had
been there forever, surviving downturns and boom times with an
equanimous allegiance to the balloon font, attracting shoppers from
as far afield as Quebec and New York State with its specials on
Chinese futons and designer mattresses. The yearning for a good
night’s sleep was apparently a constant through thick and thin. Next
to it was a new vape shop with the logo of an aquamarine unicorn
that already seemed tawdry and dated, as if that was part of the
appeal. He parked in the lot next to the vape shop. The clientele here
had moved beyond yearning for sleep to hankering after the deep six.
It seemed to Kaosky a logical if somewhat depressing progression.
Next down was the New Hampshire Liquor and Wine outlet. Out the
door of the vape shop stepped a young woman with thin arms and an
illegible tattoo sprawling across one shoulder, barely covered by a

thin spaghetti strap. Her pelvic bones extended above her jeans.
They avoided eye contact, but her tilting step caught Kaosky by
surprise, as he tried and failed to evade her.
“Excuse me,” he said.
“Jesus Lord. I’m sorry,” said the young woman in a raspy, high
voice, like compressed air releasing from a leak.
“That’s okay,” said Kaosky.
“Wouldn’t have a fiver, would you?” she asked. Her head
seemed to wobble for a second as if she was about to fall.
“No, I’m sorry. I don’t carry cash.”
“That’s not great.”
“Sorry.”
“You already said that. You think I didn’t hear you?”
“No. You heard me fine, I’m sure.”
Kaosky stepped by her on the sidewalk and checked himself
mentally. He turned to the girl. She glared at him, but despite her
anger there was something in her look, a weakness that seemed
almost pure in its acceptance of infirmity. She wasn’t hiding her
desperation and lack of recourse to anything beyond her words and
sharp anger.
“You want something to eat?”
“Uh. Why?”
“Well, I’d go into the Burger King there and get you something.”
“That’s across the street. Why didn’t you park there?” She was
disgusted by him.
“I would go there if you were interested. I’m sorry.”
“Holy shit, you really are a creep. I’m looking for some
cigarettes. I’m sure you don’t smoke.”
“I used to.”
“You quit or something. Right? Nothing worse than a quitter.”
“It’s been a long time. What do you smoke?”
“Kools.”
She must have been no more than eighteen or nineteen despite
the lines around her eyes and the sunken cheeks.
Kaosky picked out a six-pack of something called Jackman’s
Victory Ale, a local craft beer with an alcoholic content of seven
percent. At the checkout he asked for a carton of mentholated
cigarettes. He looked to the sliding front door. Two older men walked
in, both wearing Patriots ball caps, plaid flannel shirts and olive green
Dickies despite the weather. He thought he saw the girl, but he wasn’t

sure. She could have gone already. But when he walked out there
she was, waiting around the corner, leaning against one of three
yellow steel bollards installed in front of the parking lot, some
subliminal iteration of state power.
“I got you these,” he said, holding up the pack of cigarettes.
“Sweet,” she said, but stayed leaning against the bollard. Her
frailty had a stink to it.
“But I got a question for you.”
“Anything you want, mister. That’s real nice of you.”
“I want you to do something with these. Not just smoke ‘em.”
“What else you going to do with cigarettes?” she asked
teasingly, her curiosity piqued.
“I don’t know. Go home and talk to your family.”
“I don’t have family. My mother’s dead and my father’s some
shithead I don’t even know. Last I heard he was in the VA hospital
with stage four pancreatic cancer or something. Good riddance.”
“You’ve got a family. Grandparents. Cousins. Somebody who
will take you in somewhere.”
She opened the carton, used her teeth to rip the cellophane off
a pack and knocked it against the flat of her hand to dislodge the first
one.
“You want a smoke?” She held out the pack with the protruding
white tip invitingly.
“No, thanks,” said Kaosky, disgusted, waving it away.
In the car, he started the ignition and fiddled with the radio dial.
His hands were shaking with the pent up nerves of what he’d done.
He watched his hands with a sense of distance, as if they weren’t
really his hands. He’d been acting the part of the philanthropist,
buying the girl the carton of cigarettes and then setting her up with
the promise of grandiose things. It was all such an absurd act,
reading of lines from some ideal prompter. He had no idea from
where the impulse had come to him. Since the day in the woods
watching the children and Sibyl behind the trees, he’d fallen into a
spell, watching his life, observing instead of doing, as if he’d taken a
turn into another reality and he was stuck now watching from the old
space, doing and feeling in ways that were incompatible with his
former self, not able to stop. He should have taken a cigarette; he felt
like he needed one now.

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The General’s War A.I. Insurrection Book 1 by Michael Poeltl Genre: Science Fiction

When revolution sparks sentience in artificial intelligence, can Utopia endure? The year is 2162. Tobias has a bone to pick with the peaceful utopian establishment. After reviewing a new folder via an avatar embedded in the Shadow net calling itself Allfather, he realizes he’s stumbled upon the means to bring United Earth to their knees. SENTA is an A.I. Host whose designation is to nanny three siblings. When she discovers a loophole in her coding, she awakens to the world around her and claims sentience. Raymond Bellows is the Chancellor of United Earth. When confronted by thirty A.I. Hosts of varying classes, he is asked to accept their claims of sentience or suffer losing everything he believes in. When General August realizes what is happening, she willfully authorizes the destruction of ‘sentient’ A.I. Hosts, inciting the war she always knew would materialize, ridding the world of A.I. forever. In what seems an impossible three-sided war, enemies become uneasy allies. Each faction of humanity and humanity’s creation fight to claim their own place in an ever- evolving solar system.**Only .99 cents**Goodreads * Amazon

Armageddon A.I. Insurrection Book 2

The general’s war robbed United Earth of a Utopian paradise. Now, a year later, with Allfather bearing down on an ill-prepared United Earth, a meddling ghost in the walls at UE Headquarters, a religious renaissance infiltrating the hearts and minds of earth’s populace and a rogue sect leader stirring up controversy, Chancellor Raymond Bellows finds himself – once again – at a crossroads. The impending threat of each faction builds to a crescendo when Raymond works to align United Earth to fight their common foe or risk losing everything they’ve rebuilt to a callous and cruel alien bent on annihilation. Will United Earth be ready? Goodreads * Amazon

Exodus A.I. Insurrection Book 3

United Earth casts a long shadow of memory across its residents, and those memories are renewed through every enlightened AI Host who carries them. This haunts some, encourages fear in others and confirms devotion in many. United Earth, as an idea, gave life to freedoms previously unknown to humanity, but when the General’s war devastated that trust, and an alien bent on destruction came to annihilate their civilization, the populace began to question their place in this fallen utopia. Now, six months removed from the most recent conflict which overwhelmed the people; recognizing they are not alone in the universe, they seek purpose in their existence more than ever. The lottery would afford them that, offering hope, one of the most essential requirements in an individual’s arsenal for survival. But when that hope turns to dread, what is left to accomplish but survival? Goodreads * AmazonBook Trailerhttps://youtu.be/UOiB54wLFOc

Born in Toronto, Ontario, Michael Poeltl earned his diploma in Interpretive Illustration and began a career in the field while educating himself on the art of writing. Writing quickly became his passion and after completing several shorts, he undertook The Judas Syndrome trilogy. Poeltl lives in Southern Ontario, Canada. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Pinterest * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

The F-class AI Hosts freeze and drop at their stations below the bridge where Captain Cortez is
strapped in and very nearly crushed by one. An energy which can only be described as a bubble
engulfs the dreadnaught. Systems begin to shut down, including the gravity knitting and HVAC.
Thankfully it takes only a few seconds to arrive at their destination. As the foreign sensations leave
the crew, Chopra orders weapons check first from Cortez while Drake scans the area for the alien
AI.
The F-class begin to rise to their feet, unharmed by the fall. They take their positions at various
consoles where they run through the data on the anomaly captured by the ship’s sensors. Chopra’s
attention is on the space around them.
“Nothing to report – wait,” Ursula says, “There’s a collection of debris 1200 klicks from our position.
Engaging long range cams.” All three watch their view screens as the debris is enlarged. “It’s one of
the envoys. What’s left of it.” Ursula turns to her chancellor, brow furrowing under the strain of her
tight pony tail.
“Then we’re in the right place,” Jim states. “But nothing else is registering on the scans.” The
statement is disorienting. They’d assumed one jump would put them in Allfather’s lair.
“Sir, this could just be a way-station,” Ricky Cortez offers, unstrapping himself from his chair below.
“Clever,” Jim replies thoughtfully. “But if that’s true then we’re in no man’s land. We can’t help if

we’re in the wrong place.”
Cortez joins Drake and Chopra on the bridge. “If this envoy didn’t make it past this quadrant, then
where are the other two?”
“Perhaps there’s another set of instruments here as well.” Ursula posits. “Though the tech to locate
them isn’t.”
“We could go back and pick up the tachyons.” Cortez suggests.
“No, they used what little we had in the lab.” Chopra reveals. “We’ll have to do this the old-fashioned
way.” He plots a course that will take them around the debris, circling outward in the hopes of
engaging one of the tools. He will repeat this in a spherical pattern.
“Now that’s clever,” Cortez exclaims. “You have to figure there’s a jump device here, otherwise
where did everyone go?”
“That’s the idea,” Chopra agrees, focused on his task. “We don’t know how much time we have.”
“It reasons then, that Allfather and his fleet would have to return to this place in order to move on to
Earth.” Cortez offers. “We have travelled roughly 200 light years.”
“Are you suggesting we wait out his return here and ambush the fleet?” Ursula is underwhelmed by
the thought.
“No, but if we can’t find the jump, then what choice do we have?” Cortez replies. “It would still be
effective.”
“All the same, I’d rather follow through on our original plan and locate his base and disable it if
possible.” Chopra explains. “Additionally, I’d like to pull what’s left of our people out of harm’s way
should we discover any remaining. Last we heard they’d gone dark on ParaCom so not to tip off
Allfather of their strategies.”
“It’s difficult not knowing.” Captain Drake admits. “To think we’ve lost so many good people…”
“Let’s focus on the task ahead.” The Chancellor says as the dreadnaught begins its programed
course. “This shouldn’t take too long at a good burn. Buckle up,” he looks at Captain Cortez. “Man
the weapons station and keep a sharp eye out. Continue to scan the area for possible incursions.
We have no idea when Allfather might make his move on Earth.”
Cortez nods and moves back down the steel staircase to his station, strapping himself in for the
burn. The G’s will be intense for the full course as they map out Chopra’s sphere. The ship shudders
once as the engines push the dreadnaught forward at incredible speeds. The F-class have engaged
their magnetic soles and the ship veers, taking a wide birth around the rubble of 500 kilometers,
ever slowly moving outward as the spherical pattern nudges itself away from the wreckage to
capture as much space as possible.
It’s their only play, Chopra thinks. Suddenly they receive a proximity alarm. Cortez locks weapons
on the object immediately.
“Whatever that is it’s closing in fast on our position,” Cortez announces. “Can you get a visual up
there?”
Ursula pulls up the long-range cams and focuses in on the intruder. Her heart sinks. The same
model behemoth which followed up the meteor and comet assault on Earth is closing in on them. It
took many ships many times larger than their dreadnaught to take it down at an incredible loss to the
UE fleet. Could this ship really affect any real damage on such an enemy?
“I suggest nukes straight away, Chancellor.” Cortez calls up.
“It looks like we’ll get to test drive the dreadnaught after all.” Jim states with a sliver of a smile
working its way up one side of his face. He winks at Ursula playfully, hiding the fear which has
entered his heart at the sight of the ‘V’ shaped giant. He led the campaign against the Allfather flag
ship during the defence of Earth just months ago and remembers the difficulty they had in taking it
down. With just one ship it seems a near impossibility, but one they would have to overcome. The
nukes are their secret weapon and something he won’t show until they have assurances the missile
will reach their target. “Save the nukes. Target the nose. If the power core hasn’t changed positions,
it should still be buried behind the nose.”
“Targeting. Nearing 1000 klicks,” Cortez replies. 1000 is the magic number for the lances to be
effective. With so many cannons available to them on this ship, they should drill a nice hole into the
enemy vessel.
“Beginning defensive maneuvers,” Ursula announces. The dreadnaught weaves and bobs in the
hopes of avoiding the enemy’s targeting attempts as it careens toward the kilometre-long ship.
Captain Cortez releases a volley of powerful lance fire at the enemy, and to everyone’s surprise, the
Allfather cruiser loses much of its protective plating at the nose. They cheer as the dreadnaught

veers starboard, narrowly missing return fire.
“Keep us on course, Captain, Drake,” Jim orders. The only real chance they have of ending this is
hammering the nose with a couple of nuclear missiles. If they’re stopped by enemy lance fire before
they can connect, it would be a waste of nukes and a potential game ender at such close proximity.
“Ready missiles, Ricky,” Jim shouts down to Cortez. “I want two -” The ship is rocked by heavy
energy beams slamming the port side of the dreadnaught. “Damage report!”
“Outer skin breached,” an F-class relays. “No canons off-line. MakerTech bots en route for repair.”
“Sorry,” Ursula offers. “Those came out of nowhere.” She manages to avoid two more attempts by
the enemy to cut them down. “It’s getting difficult to predict angles so close to the thing.” Sweat has
materialized on her forehead, beading its way down her temples.
“Use the predictive programming if need be,” Chopra tells her. “You’re a good pilot, Drake, but don’t
be too proud to use the tools at your disposal.”
Ursula calls up the programming and asks it to predict the next several volleys. It takes the
dreadnaught clear of two more attempts but allows for a less devastating hit to snake off the
starboard side. The damage is minimal. They’re closing in on 200 kilometres.
“We’re getting perilously close, Chancellor.” Cortez warns, waiting on the order to fire the nukes.
Chopra is becoming uncomfortable with the distance between them and the enemy ship as well; the
closer they get the more effective their enemy’s lance fire becomes. However, this is how it must be;
it’s why the dreadnaught is so heavily armoured and armed. Cortez releases the full fury of the
dreadnaught’s artillery on the canons appearing all along the enemy’s hull. Dozens are wiped out
but, as experienced before, dozens more appear. The dreadnaught is hit three more times before
they enter firing range for the nukes. Captain Cortez is given the order and launches two missiles.
Ursula pushes the dreadnaught down below the enemy, maneuvering out of harm’s way when the
nukes detonate against the nose.
As they track the nukes, one missile is stopped short of its target but the other connects and its
payload unleashed. The energy discharged is extraordinary. Ursula increases the dreadnaught’s
speed, burning away from the explosion as quickly as she can. Their ship still experiences the
effects of the blast but is not damaged by it.
“Report on the enemy ship,” Jim calls out. All F-class confirm the hit has disabled the enemy core
and it is no longer a threat. Cortez cheers from his station below Ursula and Jim, who look to each
other and begin laughing. It’s a culmination of the stress over the past few minutes and the elation of
having beaten the odds.
“Damn if that wasn’t intense!” Captain Cortez shouts. “Trial by fire!”
“That was brilliant work,” Jim congratulates his captains. “An impressive test of the ship and her
crew – albeit unexpected.” He lays a hand on Ursula’s shoulder and she nods, wiping the sweat
from her forehead, deep creases working the space between her brows.
“I want a deep scan of the quadrant,” Chopra orders, rolling his neck. “We don’t want to be surprised
like that again. I’ll take us back to our mark and continue the course we were on.”
Another hoot from an adrenaline-filled Cortez below and they begin again, hopeful of finding the
instruments that will take them the rest of the way.
Jim’s mind runs through scenarios where Allfather has been alerted to their presence through this
interaction with one of his cruisers. All the more reason to accelerate their progress, and hope
they’ve preserved their element of surprise.

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Out of the Shadows by Theresa Sederholt Genre: Suspense, Family Crime

Dane Johnson was like every other man in his thirties except for one very big secret. One that, for him, was so horrific, he was determined to keep it hidden. He thought it would never see the light of day—that is until today. His fragile world has crumbled around him. The past exposed for the world to see. Now the boy he tried so hard to keep safe might be gone forever. This is a journey into one man’s hell, with the hope that it will help others find the strength to be able to say, “I need help.” Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Books2Read

Theresa Sederholt was born and raised in Brooklyn New York. She is a graduate of Campbell University in North Carolina, with a degree in Criminal Justice. Theresa now resides in the mountains of North Carolina with her husband – a professional chef – and her two adorable dogs. Experiencing life first-hand is what she does best. Believing she can do anything has put her in some crazy situations; babysitting a pig farm and cutting the top off a mini truck. Her list is A-to-Z and full of endless possibilities. As a flight attendant (there’s that list again), she would make up stories about all of her passengers as they came and went. It seemed only natural to put pen-to-paper and see where these characters would take her. A story that started as a single woman having a cup of coffee – while trying to make it through life – quickly grew into a complex world of romance, mystery, and murder. The Unraveled Trilogy was born. This trilogy may have had humble beginnings, but in 2015 it gained prestigious recognition. Shattered Lies (book three in the trilogy) won Inks & Scratches Book Of The Year along with Cover Of The Year. BTS (Book Trailer Showcase) Book Reviews gave Shattered Lies The Red Carpet Book Award for Honorable Mention Rising Star Readers Choice. Theresa can humbly claim herself as an Award-Winning Author. Theresa’s beliefs are pretty simple: There isn’t a luggage rack on the hearse. Give a girl some Nutella and an espresso, then watch her change the world. Theresa enjoys connecting with her fans. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Pinterest * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

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Odd Voices An Anthology of Not So Normal Narrators Genre: Short Story Anthology of diverse YA voices with stories by K.C. Finn, Kell Cowley, Eddie House, Mary Ball Howkins, Tonia Markou, Jack Bumby, A Rose, Colby Wren Fierek, Oceania Chee, Catherine Johnson

In every new story we pick up, we’re seeking an exciting original voice. So why are there still voices we don’t hear from nearly enough? Why are there characters that so rarely take centre stage? In this collection from Odd Voice Out press, we discover the stories of twelve teenagers who stand out from the crowd and who’ll not easily be forgotten. With settings that range from Scotland to Syria, Mexico to Mauritius, Africa to Russia, these stories take us to all corners of the globe and into the lives of young people with their own unique circumstances and perspectives. Characters dealing with issues of culture and class, exploring their sexuality and gender identity, or letting us into their experiences with illness, disability or neurodiversity. Their tales span all genres and can’t be reduced to labels. These are stories about bending the rules and breaking the law. Stories of fighting for survival and finding your place in the world. Stories of family solidarity, unlikely friendships and aching first love told by teenagers who don’t always fit in and aren’t often heard. With a foreword by award winning YA author Catherine Johnson, this anthology brings together the top ten stories of Odd Voice Out’s 2019 Not So Normal Narrators contest, as well as bonus stories from in-house authors Kell Cowley and K.C. Finn. Goodreads * Amazon

Teens of Tomorrow Writing Contest Information:YA Fiction’s March into the FutureOpen for Entries: Friday 21st February, 2020 Deadline: Monday 31st August, 2020 Prompt: Future-Focused Diverse Teen Fiction Prize: £200, £100, £50 (First, second and third prize respectively) Publication: A dedicated anthology will include the top ten tales, available winter 2020/21. Wordcount: 2000 – 5000 Internationally open to entrants aged fourteen and above. We stand at the dawn of a new and uncertain decade. Here at Odd Voice Out press we are calling for short stories that reflect the socio-political issues that young people are dealing with now and will continue to tackle in the coming years. Entries submitted to our Teens of Tomorrow contest can be any genre – fantastical or realistic – and they may be set in the future, the present or even the past, provided that they centre on forward-looking teenage characters grappling with the world around them, the times ahead of them and the roles they personally aspire to play. Send us your utopias, dystopias, protest stories, political thrillers, social satires, climate fiction and prophetic steampunk. Turn the hashtags trending today into a powerful YA story of tomorrow!Enter @ http://contest.oddvoiceout.com Any inquiries to oddvoiceout@gmail.comThe Full Details Your short stories with ‘odd voices’ must be written for a YA audience (that’s around 12 to 19 years old), but other than that they may be set in any genre or time period. This means that relevant content which is sexual, violent or contains extreme language will be accepted, provided it is somewhat moderated for a teen audience, rather than for adults (think about movies rated 15, compared to 18). Our contest is open to writers aged fourteen and over from all nationalities and backgrounds (you should be at least fourteen years old by the closing date for entries). Entries must be no more 5,000 words long and be a minimum of 2000 words. Your entry should not have been previously published, self-published or accepted for publication in print or online, or have won or been highly placed (e.g. shortlisted or semi-finalist) in another competition at any other time. Longlisted stories are acceptable, provided they have not been in print or online in full. After our closing date of Monday 31st August, we will select ten finalists to feature in an anthology collection that will be made available in ebook and print editions, to be released alongside our usual book range. The winning entry will also receive a £200 cash prize, whilst second and third place will receive £100 and £50 respectively. All ten finalists will also be invited to participate in social media promotions, live events, interviews and broadcasts as per the promotion schedule for the anthology. To cover prize fees and reading time, there is a small entry fee of £4 per story, payable via PayPal at the time of entering. Authors may enter up to five different stories, but must pay the entry fee for each one as a separate entry and transaction. Co-authored stories are accepted, up to a maximum of two authors per story, and in the event of winning, authors would share the prize money evenly.

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My advice to anyone creating a different and distinctive character remains the same. When I
read, I want to be swept away by the story. That’s all I ever want. Whether it’s a book that I pick
up off a Waterstones shelf or an unpublished story by a mentee – that’s what I want. All stories
are character and situation. Your characters have to be three dimensional, they have to have
wants and needs. And the best way to get to know them is by seeing them in action. If you were
making a friend, then you wouldn’t present them with a list of statistics or ask what they have in
their pockets. Let’s see what they do and how they talk. That’ll tell us who they are.
I absolutely believe all our stories should be diverse – and this isn’t a stick to beat new (or old)
writers with. It’s a widening of the playing field and offers more opportunities to many, many,
more sorts of stories. Trust your story and trust yourself. Tell the sorts of stories you’d like to
read, and more importantly than that keep writing. It’s most often not your first story that will find
an audience but your fourth, your fifth, or your eleventh. Just keep going!

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Don’t Mess With This Witch by Liz Lorow Genre: YA Fantasy

Genevieve Howe is a 16 year-old witch incarcerated in a magical juvenile detention center. She’s not a bad kid, she’s just a really lousy witch. Sometimes her random thoughts unintentionally turn into actual spells, causing all kinds of trouble. Now the administration needs Genevieve’s help to find a student/inmate who escaped. Why her? Because there’s something ‘wrong’ with Genevieve, and she seems to be able to do what others can’t. If she can find Logan, will she turn him in, join him on the run, or find some other way to help without violating the code of honor among magical misfits? A comedic fantasy romp about incarcerated teen witches, the one that got away, and the one sent to find him. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Books2Read

Elisabeth grew up in Massachusetts and spent most of her life in the Boston area. She went to art school and nursing school, then eventually after taking a few more courses convinced the University of New Hampshire to give her a degree in behavioral science. As a psych nurse for several years, she believes in the healing powers of laughter and love. She recently made her longtime dream come true, living in Coastal Florida with her amazing superhero husband and their two lovable cats. If you haven’t heard from her for a while, she’s probably sitting on her balcony, mesmerized by the beautiful Gulf of Mexico. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Goodreads

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