Thursday, March 27, 2014

Something New from Jaclyn Weist



Trifecta Books is proud to announce a fun YA urban fantasy by author Jaclyn Weist—The Princess and the Prom Queen.


Jenny’s had it with her life. Six siblings in an overstuffed house are enough to drive anyone crazy, and sometimes she dreams of escaping to some fantasy world. When she suddenly wakes up to find herself being kissed by a strange—but very handsome—prince, Jenny knows her life just got a lot more exciting. Now stuck in a medieval land of castles and royalty, when Jenny learns that the queen has agreed to marry her off to the prince, it’s time to take matters into her own hands. She goes on a quest to find out who dragged her to this time while trying to keep from falling in love with either of the boys vying for her attention.

Princess Genevieve has only known life under her mother’s rule. She wants to do more than go to battle or deal with suitors. She wakes to find herself in a new world filled with gadgets, electricity, and moving carriages. She finally has the freedom to be who she wants to be with a family who cares deeply for her and a boy worth any sacrifice. It’s more than everything she always wanted. 

As Jenny and Genevieve settle into their new lives, they face an unknown evil which threatens everything they care about and makes them face tough questions—like who they are and what they really want their lives to become.

The Princess and the Prom Queen will be available on Kindle April 29th, 2014, with print to follow shortly. You are invited to attend the online launch party on Facebook by clicking here at 7:00 pm on that day. 

Monday, March 17, 2014

Spark of a Feudling is here!



The last of the Feudlings series is out. Can you believe it? Best-selling author Wendy Knight closes up her awesome series with the prequel with a bonus short story included. How cool is that? 

Hate can start a war, but a shattered heart can fuel it for centuries. 



Everything Ada does is wrong. She’s the daughter of a duke but she isn’t proper or formal. She prefers the company of her servants—particularly Christian, the boy she’s loved since she was six years old, and his sister, Charity, Ada’s very best friend in the entire world.

Ada isn’t just the daughter of a Duke. No, she’s the daughter of one of the most powerful Edren sorcerers alive, and no matter how strong she is, it isn’t strong enough. Ada will give up almost everything to earn her father’s pride.

Christian has loved Ada since the day his mother became her governess. But two societies are determined to keep them apart—the aristocracy who say a groom will never be good enough for a Duke’s beautiful daughter, and the sorcerers who say a Carules and an Edren can never be together. Christian will do anything to make Ada his—even drive himself to madness.

When Ada suspects her father of hurting Charity and Christian in his quest for knowledge, she is torn between loyalty to him, and a fierce determination to protect them. The division tears her soul and breaks her heart.

The pieces of her broken heart will start a war that can only be stopped by the death of the most powerful warrior alive by the hand of the boy who loves her.

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**Bonus Story –Feudlings in Peace**Join  Ari, Shane, Ada, Christian and everyone they love as they chase their happily ever after.

Excerpt from Feudlings in Peace, included with Spark of a Feudling!

He sprinted down the path, into the forest, leaping over huge rocks and tree roots and through streams he couldn’t see but his magic told him were there. He had no idea where he was going, but there seemed to be a tether from his heart to hers — he always knew where Ada was. He ran straight to them, nearly colliding with her father’s guards as he raced through the thick trees.
“What happened to her?” he bellowed, jerking Ada out of Davis’s bloodstained arms.
“She was hit, saving me,” Harrison answered. “Can you help her?”
If there had been time, any time at all, Christian would have paused at that. How exactly had his tiny little Ada saved the giant Harrison? But there wasn’t time. He laid her on the thick grass, searching for the wound. But there was so much blood.
“There!” Davis snapped, jabbing the air above her stomach.
Flames roiled across Christian’s hands and he held them above her, letting the flames soothe the skin before he tried to touch it. They swirled through the air, seeping and mending the broken, charred skin.
“Does she breathe?” Harrison asked, crouching close to put his face next to her mouth.
Christian ignored him. He didn’t care if she breathed or not.
She would breathe, or he would die with her.
“She does.” Harrison sat back, relieved.
“Can you not heal at all? Stop the blood flow from her shoulder!” Christian snapped.
Harrison gaped at him. “We’re Edren. We don’t heal.”
“I’m Carules and I can throw a lirik if need be,” Christian muttered under his breath, but he couldn’t argue with them now.
She moaned.
They all froze in shock, and then redoubled their efforts. Davis jerked his shirt off and held it to her shoulder while Christian’s blue flames leaped and danced from his hands, fighting the poison eating through her body.
“Christian. I knew—” she whispered as her skin healed, leaving only pink burns behind.
“Shhh. Don’t speak. You’re still very weak.” He moved from her stomach to her shoulder, pushing Davis’ shirt out of the way. It was stiff with dried blood and she shrieked when he ripped it from the wound. “Forgive me, dear one,” he whispered, his mouth near her temple, kissing the pain away. “Forgive me.”
“I knew… you would come. I knew you… could heal me.” Her eyes fluttered open, dazed with pain, dark orbs barely reflecting the moonlight.
“Always, Ada. Forever.”

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Wendy Knight is the bestselling author of the young adult series Fate on Fire and Riders of Paradesos. She was born and raised in Utah by a wonderful family who spoiled her rotten because she was the baby. Now she spends her time driving her husband crazy with her many eccentricities (no water after five, terror when faced with a live phone call, no touching the knives…you get the idea). She also enjoys chasing her three adorable kids, playing tennis, watching football, reading, and hiking. Camping is also big—her family is slowly working toward a goal of seeing all the National Parks in the U.S.You can usually find her with at least one Pepsi nearby, wearing ridiculously high heels for whatever the occasion. And if everything works out just right, she will also be writing. 

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Friday, March 7, 2014

May I vent?

Silly question. It's my blog, so I think I'll just go ahead and vent with this little disclaimer: this isn't my normal writing-related or silly-just-because-that's-how-I-roll post. This is a rant, and will involve medical stuff that I would normally never talk about in public. You've been warned.

Gynecologists are great for delivering babies and not much else. They have such a misunderstanding of some things that it honestly blows my mind. One example: my renegade ovaries, and the reason for this rant. I have PCOS--polycystic ovary syndrome. This means I am incredibly healthy in every other possible way, but my ovaries are constantly in the process of recreating their own internal organ rendition of Mutiny on the Bounty. And The Terminator, too, probably, now that I think about it. I gain weight because estrogen likes fat levels to stay at a certain place to make more estrogen (fat produces hormones--something I didn't know for a long time!) My body makes more androgens to compensate for all the estrogen, and then the other hormones kick it up as well, because the body likes balance, so then the estrogen kicks it into gear some more, and there you have it: hormonal death spiral. I can count net calories and exercise an hour a day and work my butt off to lose 20 lbs in a healthy way, only to gain 11 back overnight (not kidding on that--really, overnight!) because my body doesn't like that I disrupted what it calls the natural order of things.

So I try to talk to my girly doctors about this. My family doctor diagnosed me and is amazing when it comes to managing it and making me feel like I'm a partner in my own health care. I've lived here for 6 years now, and I've seen three different gynecologists in that time. This is the response I get:

Doctor 1: here's a pamphlet on endometrial abaltion. Contact my office if you decide you want surgery.
Doctor 2: PCOS doesn't exist. You just have to deal with hormones.
Doctor 3: (my personal favorite) If you exercise you'll lose the weight, you won't be depressed, and you'll be a better mother.

So I go back to Doctor 1, five years later, hoping maybe we can discuss my options further since my family doc is great, but he's done all he can for me. What does she say? "Here's a pamphlet on endometrial ablation. Contact my office if you decide you want surgery. "



May I scream now?

Like I said, I'm very healthy and the lab numbers from my blood work probably kick your labs' trash. My symptoms are annoying, but not always painful...until one of those cysts decides to burst, and then HOLY MOTHER. It happens, and has been happening more lately, which is why I'm once again pursuing other options.

End rant. I'm not sure why I decided to write about that today, other than I'm fed up with my symptoms being marginalized. They're not in my head. The pain is very real, and the frustration I feel at working so hard to control my weight so I'm healthy is wiped away literally overnight despite my best efforts to be healthy.

I guess if you're reading this and you have PCOS or some other ailment the medical community doesn't take seriously, keep fighting. Find an ally and get the help you need. I'm here if you need to vent, and I'm a great listener.