Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Take Wing and Fly—Orphan’s Song

At approximately one o’clock yesterday morning—give or take thirty minutes—the ebook version of Orphan’s Song magically appeared on the Kindles of all the brilliant people who pre-ordered it.

And in that moment, my book was released to the world.

I won’t deny a certain level of anxiety—terror, rather—because as an author, so much of my heart goes into each and every word on each and every page. I do not write myself into the characters, but they are born from my heart and the story is wrung from my soul.

So while I cannot help feeling anxious, I am so thrilled that the story is out there in the world finally being read.

It’s been a long journey from start to finish—a journey full of myriad ups and downs—and there were so many times when I was ready to throw up my hands and flee back to the Shire and the safety of my little hobbit hole.

For so long, the land of Leira has been my own secret world, and the characters—Birdie, Amos McElhenny, and Ky—they have been my own secret friends. But now, the world of Leira belongs to you readers as much as to me, and the characters I hope will become as dear to your hearts as they have been to mine.

I can only liken this moment to watching a fledgling drop from the nest and waiting for it to spread wings and fly.

Will you watch with me?

Upcoming Events:

Launch Day: October 1st—one week from today! (The ebook is available now, but the paperback releases on October 1st, so that’s when the official celebration starts!)

Make sure you stop by the blog on October 1st for contest news, giveaway information, and an invite to the release party!

You won’t want to miss it.


Orphan's Song--Front Cover 02 - Copy (416x640)

Who Will Keep the Song Alive?

Every generation has a Songkeeper – one chosen to keep the memory of the Song alive. And in every generation, there are those who seek to destroy the chosen one.

When Birdie's song draws the attention of a dangerous Khelari soldier, she is kidnapped and thrust into a world of ancient secrets and betrayals. Rescued by her old friend, traveling peddler Amos McElhenny, Birdie flees the clutches of her enemies in pursuit of the truth behind the Song’s power.

Ky is a street–wise thief and a member of the Underground—a group of orphans banded together to survive . . . and to fight the Khelari. Haunted by a tragic raid, Ky joins Birdie and Amos in hopes of a new life beyond the reach of the soldiers. But the enemy is closing in, and when Amos’ shadowed past threatens to undo them all, Birdie is forced to face the destiny that awaits her as the Songkeeper of Leira.

Find Orphan’s Song on Amazon or Goodreads!

Friday, September 19, 2014

When Destiny Comes Calling—Summoning All Pinterest Users!

Aye, you heard me right. Since When Destiny Comes Calling is on a bi-weekly schedule, the next installment is not due until next Friday. But I thought ’twould be a cruel and unusual punishment to force all of you to simply forget about poor Alexander and Destiny and Fate—and the as of yet undetermined mysterious new character—until then.

I’m not that heartless.

So I started a new Pinterest board that’s currently sadly in need of pins, and that is where you, my dear friends, come in.

On the off Fridays, I intend to issue you a challenge to scour the web for a setting, character photo, or scene you would love to see play out, and post it on the Inspiration Board for When Destiny Comes Calling—giving proper credit and attribution, of course.

I think it’ll be loads of fun. It’ll help spark my imagination when it comes time to pen the next installment and help me to see what you are picturing. And it’ll help y’all visualize the story and have fun finding and posting pictures—because let’s just face it, one could lose hours of one’s life browsing Pinterest and scarce notice it.

Ready to get started?

This week, I’m looking for character pictures of both Destiny and Alexander Mitus Scott Beauford III. Not looking for Fate yet or the baby emperor, so hold onto any fabulous images you find and save them for a later date.

You may want to refer to previous installments to verify any setting/timeframe/character description details I’ve snuck in there without your noticing…

How do you post to the board? I’m so glad you asked. The easiest way is if we both follow each other’s Pinterest boards—otherwise it gets way complicated. If you already follow my boards, just leave a comment with a link to your Pinterest account so I can follow you as well. After that, I can invite you to the group board and then you’ll be able to post! If you haven’t yet followed my Pinterest account, make sure you start there otherwise I won’t be able to send you an invite.

Happy photo hunting!

Update: I’ve been experiencing slight internet difficulties today, so I apologize if there is a delay before you receive an invite.

Friday, September 12, 2014

When Destiny Comes Calling—Installment Eight

Neither rain nor high tide struck in force to oppose the posting of this next installment… but the internet did go out. If you’re reading this, then it came back on at some point. Hooray! My apologies if it didn’t come on until late in the day.

First let me say that I absolutely loved all of the responses y’all dreamed up for Alexander, and I want to thank everyone who submitted an option! Unfortunately, I can’t use all of them, for obvious reasons. So the votes have come in and been tallied, and we do have a winner.

From Krissy Aleman!

Die in his place.

Weren’t there plenty of other Beaufords who could do the job: third cousins twice removed, and such? And besides, it wasn’t a guarantee that he would have to die.

“Oh, this just keeps getting better and better,” he muttered.

Read on to see how the response she wrote plays into the story. It’s good, folks. Quite good.

And if you’ve just stumbled across this blog and haven’t the faintest clue what I’m talking about, or if you simply need to catch up on past installments, you can do so here: When Destiny Comes Calling.

Destiny - 8

Die in his place.

Weren’t there plenty of other Beaufords who could do the job: third cousins twice removed, and such? And besides, it wasn’t a guarantee that he would have to die.

“Oh, this just keeps getting better and better,” he muttered.

Miss Destiny arched a skeptical eyebrow at him—that woman could communicate textbooks with her eyebrows alone. “I am relieved you think so. I rather expected a different response.”

No need to ask what she had expected. Her pursed lips and up-tilted nose made it quite clear. Alexander fairly cringed at the disgust in her tone. For someone who routinely dished out ogre-sized doses of sarcasm, she seemed woefully oblivious when on the receiving end.

Still, he wasn’t one to argue when the mistake was in his favor.

Though the fact that it was a mistake set him to shuffling his feet. Her words struck a nerve, and he ducked his head to hide his burning cheeks. What hope had he of succeeding in a military career when everyone assumed that he would respond to expected danger with complaints, excuses, and cowardice?

No, Alexander Mitus Scott Beauford III was a man of honor and dignity, of an ancient and proud (albeit once treasonous) lineage. He was not a trembling wretch who must be coerced into action.

If heroism was his destiny, and death his fate, then by Gilbert St. Vincent (of the legendary Mounted Chevaliers), he would face it with head held high, shoulders back, and a trusty pistol in both hands.

“Dearie me.” Fate clucked her tongue at Alexander as she rocked the baby emperor. “What is that expression on your face? One would think you had just eaten sour apples.”

His shoulders slumped. “I’m looking heroic.”

Miss Destiny sniffed and tossed her dark head. “Yes, you do that. A little practice won’t go amiss. Meanwhile, it’s time we were on the road. “Our enemies cannot be far behind.”

“What road?” Alexander swung his pistols to encompass the swamp. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“It may not be the King’s Highway, but there is a road, and we’ll strike it soon. I merely led us on a little shortcut.”

“Oh well, in that ca—” Alexander broke off as Miss Destiny took a step closer, her eyes flashing dangerously.

“And no, this is not the middle of nowhere. Trust me. I’ve been there. It’s much worse.” She spun with the precision of a military turn and glided away, heeled shoes barely sinking into the muck.

Alexander grunted. “Is she always like that?”

To his surprise, Fate answered. “No, she’s usually much harder. It’s most troubling.” Hugging the bundled baby Emperor Caldwell VI to her chest, she started after Destiny, calling back over her shoulder, “I think she likes you.”

The words froze Alexander in place. He fumbled for a reply, while his brain screamed panicked words that thankfully didn’t make it to his lips. Every instinct told him to run away. But he just stood there.

Helpless as the dead ogre.

It was merely a jest, he reassured himself. An ill-favored jest. Fate didn’t—couldn’t—honestly intend for him to take is seriously.

“Do try to keep up!” Destiny’s voice broke through the haze of his thoughts and propelled him into a stumbling walk. “We are on rather a tight schedule, and we do have someone highly important to meet.”

Meet. Someone.


Alexander bolted after Destiny and Fate, crashing through the swamp underbrush and sinking up to his knees in mud as he tried to catch up. “So, this someone … are they a friend or a foe?”

“That depends.”

Destiny sounded completely unconcerned—a fact which by now only made Alexander more nervous.

Where is Destiny leading them? And who are they going to meet? Vote for your preferred choice of setting and new character.

Setting Option 1: An abandoned mine shaft

Setting Option 2: A wharfside tavern

Setting Option 3: An overgrown hut on the far side of the swamp

Character Option 1: A third sister, as of yet unnamed. One who is neither very fond of—nor very beloved by—Destiny and Fate. (Taken from a brilliant suggestion from Allison Ruvidich!)

Character Option 2: A cannibalistic giant king, who lost his family and his eye to Emperor Caldwell V in battle.

Character Option 3: A down on his luck con-wizard who is prone to making dismal predictions. He can scarce speak a word with predicting the end of the world or some other disaster. His name—wait for it—Doomsday.

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Remember, we have moved to a bi-weekly schedule with When Destiny Comes Calling so I can keep up with my other deadlines and get published copies of my books into y’all’s hands soon. But be sure to stop by this next Friday because I have something very fun planned while y’all are waiting on the next installment! Y’all are going to love it.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

This Crazy Life—Deadlines, Book Releases, and Blog Posts


A glimpse of my writing desk in the middle of strategizing the craziness of book releases, blog posts, and deadlines. Yes, I do use a Star Trek calendar to keep track of my life.

I have two rather exciting bits of news to share with you on this fine Thursday morning… and a request to make. But more on that later.

First, the Kindle version of Orphan’s Song is now up for pre-order on Amazon! How cool is that? The print book will be up there soon in preparation for its October release, but the Kindle version releases in only 13 days! Whew! I wasn’t quite expecting it to be that soon—things have been a bit of a crazy blur the past few months—but it’s very exciting all the same.

Second, I finally got around to listing Orphan’s Song on Goodreads. It looks so shiny up there on the website! I do think I’m in love.

*grins sheepishly* Okay, here is the favor I was going to ask of y’all …

If you feel so inclined, could you take half a second and hop over to Goodreads to add Orphan’s Song to your “to-read” shelf?

Because we all know you are absolutely dying to read it by this time, aren’t you?

And third, if you haven’t read this post yet, you will want to stop by and check it out: Rallying the Clan—Operation Orphan’s Song. So far, I’ve gathered an awesome team who helped with the cover reveal and various other sundry tasks, but there’s always room for more! If Orphan’s Song sounds like the sort of book you would like to read and you want to help spread the news, send me an email at or leave a comment with your email address to join the clan.

Many thanks and a very happy Thursday to you!

Orphan's Song--Front Cover 02

In a world woven by melody and shattered by discord, a girl discovers that her song contains far greater power than she ever could have imagined. A power that a ruthless soldier and his evil master seek to posses… and her guardian wants silenced.

When Birdie's song draws the attention of a notorious Khelari soldier, she is captured and thrust into the midst of ancient secrets and betrayals. Rescued by her old friend, traveling peddler Amos McElhenny, Birdie flees the clutches of her enemies in pursuit of the truth behind the Song's power.

Read more

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Bring Me Giants!

There are many books that I hold near and dear to my heart. Masterpieces that have withstood the test of time—my time, measured in all its scanty weight of years. Indeed years may have flitted past since last I breathed in the musty scent of those pages, and yet when I finally remove the book from the shelf and cradle it once more in gentle hands, I know the story will greet me as an old and dear friend.

Cyrano de Bergerac is such a book for me. Now some of you may cry “foul!” upon my, for it is—of course—a play and so not the typical novel one would pluck from the shelf. But the story is no less rich, the characters no less vivid, and the plot no less intense because it was penned for the stage.

It has something for everyone. The action lover. The romantic. The connoisseur of wit. The critic. The comedian.

And … the writer.

Consider the following scenes from a writer’s point of view.

Cyrano de Bergerac - editing

  Cyrano de Bergerac - writer's dream

Cyrano de Bergerac - victory

Bring me giants.

I have so many projects going at the same time right now that it’s hard to fully relish the thrill of victory before diving back into the muck and grime of the next task.

There are days when the sheer number of things on the to-do list are daunting, like an army of Uruk-hai stretching to the horizon. My pen feels heavy and burdensome in my hand.

And then there are days where I can grit my teeth and dive into the fray with a battle cry on my lips.

I feel too strong to war with mortals—bring me giants!”

Monday, September 8, 2014

A Change of Pace—When Destiny Comes Calling

Once again, I apologize that Alexander’s story did not go live on Friday. Terribly sorry to have disappointed y’all. I can just picture you sitting by your computers all morning, refreshing the page over and over, biting your nails, anxiously awaiting the next installment.

Oh dear, now I feel simply terrible.

But you see, I have a tendency to pile things on my to-do list like a starving peasant at the king’s banquet. Consequently, I never have enough time to accomplish everything I am trying to get done. A lame excuse, I know, but it is the truth.

Currently, I’m juggling final work on Orphan’s Song (just finished proofreading the galley!) to get it ready for release, slogging through revisions for Out of Darkness Rising, and writing the second book in the Songkeeper Trilogy—all of which have deadlines—while working a day job and fitting in continuous post-accident appointments.

There simply are not enough hours of daylight, my friends. While Alexander’s story does have a tendency to write itself, it does require some thought, effort, and work on my part. But I do greatly enjoy When Destiny Comes Calling and would hate to have to put it on hold. (I fear Miss Destiny might show up on my doorstep to protest if I did … and we can all imagine how that might end!)

So instead, I’m considering moving it to a bi-weekly schedule. At least for the next little while. To be honest, that’s how its been coming the past several weeks anyway. (And y’all have been terribly patient with it!)

I absolutely loved the responses y’all provided for Alexander over the past week, and I realized that it wasn’t fair for the final judgment to rest with me alone. So, I’m posting the current responses and you get to vote on your favorite! If you did not have a chance to submit a response for Alexander, you may still leave one in the comments, and I’ll add it to the post so others can vote for it.

Hannah: So this was his Destiny...this was his final Fate. No saving the world, no rescuing a lady fair, not even building cannons! Dying in the place of a child.
Come to think of it, that didn't sound so bad--it even sounded heroic.

Allison: "What?" he cried, grabbing his hair with both hands. "You want me to die for some little tyke who can't even eat unassisted yet?" He slumped, defeated, and whispered, "Do I even have a choice?"

Krissy: Die in his place. Weren't there plenty of other Beaufords who could do the job: third cousins twice removed, and such? And besides, it wasn't a guarantee that he would have to die.
"Oh, this just keeps getting better and better," he muttered.

Rachelle: "What?!" He wasn't...he couldn't... Gripping his still wet revolvers, Alexander turned and plunged into the woods.

Michaella: "Die in the baby's place." Alexander once more raked his fingers through his hair, and clasped them behind his head. "Wonderful. What I've always wanted...not!"

And yes, come rain or high tide, Alexander’s story should return on Friday.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Caledonia, Stern and Wild

O Caledonia! stern and, wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band,
That knits me to thy rugged strand!
- Lay of the Last Minstrel, Sir Walter Scott

Ever since I can remember, my heart has drifted oft and anon to that rugged, mist-shrouded land known as Scotland, or in antiquity as Caledonia. I spent my childhood pouring over books on Scotland’s history, its legends and battles, clans and peoples.

Unlike Sir Walter Scott, I have no claim of heritage or “filial band” to draw me there. My “flaming locks” are thanks to a partially Irish ancestry instead. No, mine is but a child’s romantic obsession with a beautiful country and its rich history.

Still, my love for Scotland oft creeps into much of my writing in one form or another. (Sometimes not so subtly.)

I am awed by the breathtaking landscape, inspired by the music, thrilled by the battle and history of the highlands, and slightly in love with Scottish brogues—though I have no doubt my attempts to imitate one would sound insulting at best to someone who really knew what they were about.

And the best of it all? I’ve actually had the chance to go there.

Several years ago now, though it seems like it was only yesterday, my dad and I took a trip to Scotland to celebrate my graduation. We rented a car and drove off into the highlands. Before going, I sat down with a map marking out all of the places I absolutely had to visit. (Touristy, I know.) Some of the sites that made it on my list: Culloden Moor, Bannockburn, Stirling Castle, Edinburgh Castle, the Wallace Monument, and the Isles of Skye and Mull.

Other than that, we let the roads guide us, stopping wherever we wished, hiking, visiting castles, and listening to the fabulous accents. The most difficult part of the trip was not accidently speaking in a poor-attempt-at-a Scottish accent where we might be overheard, for fear someone would think we were mocking them!

It was the best trip I’ve ever taken, and I dearly hope to go back some day. In the meantime, here are a few of my favorite pictures to whet your appetite as well.

Highland Road

A highland road

Eileen Donan Castle

Eileen Donan Castle


Crossing from the Isle of Skye to the Mainland


Plodda Falls

isle of skye 2

View from the Isle of Skye


Trip to Staffa Island to see Fingal’s Cave

Mealt Falls at Kilt Rock

Mealt Falls and Kilt Rock

I could share more pictures—my Scotland trip was one of the few times I actually bothered to remember to pull out my camera—and perhaps I will at a later point, but for now, I think it best to stop there before everyone starts cashing in their bank accounts and booking flights.

One day, though, I would love to go back to the “land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood.”

Caledonia, stern and wild.

Is there a particular country that has laid claim to your heart? If you could visit any place in the world, where would you like to go/have you already gone?

Friday, August 29, 2014

When Destiny Comes Calling Installment Seven

Somehow … I still have no idea how … last Friday took me by complete and utter surprise. It slipped past in little more than a breath, like a ghost, and before I realized what had happened, it was Monday.

It pains me to admit it, but I completely forgot about poor Alexander and Destiny and Fate and the unknown little one of as of yet undetermined identity.

So, you can imagine, I was even more determined not to miss this week’s installment. Unfortunately, I gave myself rather a tall order with where we left the story last time. So much ground to cover! And the votes were all quite close, by the way. I counted twice, just to be sure.

If you’re trying to catch up, you can read the previous installments here: When Destiny Comes Calling – A Serial Short Story.

Destiny - 7

Alexander ignored Miss Destiny’s interruption and forged ahead, pacing with his hands clasped behind his back as he spoke in the no-nonsense voice he’d learned from his father, the Baron of Midsig. “Considering that I just rushed an ogre to save the both of you, I think it is perfectly reasonable to expect to be told just what is going on, and to find out why you, Miss Fate, and the child were here in the swamp in the first place, and what in the realm of exploding things this has to do with my family’s curse.”

Miss Destiny pursed her lips and then nodded. “Fair enough. Fate, do you care to do the honors?”

With a heavy sigh, the young woman sat on a fallen log with the baby snuggled against her shoulder and her ankles crossed before her. She dipped her head toward Alexander. “I’m afraid it’s rather a long story, but I shall attempt to keep it brief so you can follow along without unduly taxing your mental abilities.”

Alexander started to stammer a reply, but thought better of it when Destiny’s glare set the skin crawling on his arms.

Fate cleared her throat. “As I was saying, we’ll keep to the short version. What do you people say, ‘short and sweet?’ Here goes: I am Fate, formerly a countess in the Emperor’s court in Amardell. And this,” she glanced down at the baby in her arms, “is Emperor Caldwell VI.”

“The sixth, you say?” Alexander stopped in his tracks and no amount of self-control could keep him from shivering. “Emperor Caldwell VI?”

“Indeed—” Fate broke off and her lips curled into a thin smile. “I see the meaning is not entirely lost on you. Really, Destiny, you did not do his mental skills justice.”

Destiny sniffed. “No one is more surprised than I am. Must be the moisture in this swamp air seeping into his brain and causing it to expand.”

“Stop!” The force of his own voice surprised him. He shook his head in a vain attempt to regain some of his composure. “If you please. I beg pardon but I simply can’t focus with you two bickering. Now hold on and back up. This baby is the Emperor? But then, oh hang it all, does that mean old Emperor Caldwell V is dead?”

Both Miss Destiny and Miss Fate nodded.

Alexander ran his hands through his hair—a nervous gesture his mother, the formidable Baroness of Midsig, had often warned against. (She claimed it made his hair resemble a pin cushion.) “Killed?”

“Gracious no,” Fate said. “He was a very old man. Died in his sleep, leaving his troublesome throne to his grandson and his empire on the verge of total chaos.”

“All right, let me get this straight.” Alexander folded his arms across his chest. “If Caldwell V is dead, and Caldwell VI is Emperor, than what in all of Cantakorious is he doing out here in the middle of a swamp with you two?”

Destiny’s skirt rustled as she adjusted it about her legs. “Really, Alexander, if you would just calm down we—”

“No! I am done being calm.” He paced back and forth in front of the ogre’s corpse, painfully aware of the pair of disapproving glances leveled his way. “I’ve had more than enough, thank you very much. It’s high time you were truthful with me. What am I doing out here? Where is here? And why do you have the Emperor? I do hope you didn’t kidnap him. Because being accused of kidnapping emperors is a sure-fire way to get me kicked out of military school before I can even apply!”

“Well …” Fate grimaced. “It’s not a kidnapping exactly.”

“Oh, don’t sugarcoat it.” Destiny rose and stared Alexander in the eye. He fought to keep from withering before her piercing gaze. “If he wants the plain and simple truth so much, he can have it. Yes, we kidnapped the Emperor. Yes, Alexander, you are now involved. Yes, a good number of people are already on our trail and will try to kill us.

“But we are trying to protect dear baby Caldwell and the Empire from those who would try to claim his throne, not harm him. And as to your involvement, well, you can thank your great great great grandfather for that and stop blaming me!”

“That’s right,” Fate chimed in. “You remember dear? The one who tried to assassinate Emperor Caldwell I?”

“Because of him, your family was cursed. And whenever a Caldwell was in mortal danger, a Beauford must arise to protect him and—”

“Die in his place.” Fate’s chilling whisper sent fear tingling down Alexander’s spine.

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I thought it would be fun to try something different this week. So instead of choosing one of the options I wrote, y’all get to write a response to the prompt below, and a select panel of judges (ahem, yours truly!) will choose the winning line to feature in next week’s installment.

Excited? I am!

PROMPT: Write Alexander’s response to this new development. It can be an action, reaction, line of dialogue, etc. But write only Alexander’s response—i.e. don’t pen a paragraph of dialogue between Alexander and Destiny—and you are limited to no more than four sentences.

Have fun! Can’t wait to see what you come up with!

Monday, August 25, 2014

Adventures In Artwork

First off, I am pleased to announce the giveaway winner! Thanks to everyone who entered. Rest assured, even if y’all didn’t win this time, there will be more giveaways coming up in the future.

And the winner is: Jaime Heller!

Congratulations, Jaime! Thank you for following my blog and facebook page. Please email me in the next 48 hours at with your mailing address to claim your prize! Be sure to let me know which of the books you would like to receive!

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Every so often, in the middle of juggling writing projects, I am struck with an attack of the artist’s bug. It causes the sort of itch that won’t let me rest until I pull out a pad and pencil and start sketching.

As I shared in a previous post a few months ago titled “I am an artist,” I used to have secret aspirations of being able to dash out gorgeous works that rivaled those of Alan Lee. And still, if there was one practical talent I could magically gain (other than superhero abilities, of course), I would hope it was the ability to create truly beautiful artwork.

Unfortunately, my fairy godmother hasn’t shown up yet to gift me with the ability to artfully dash paint on the canvas while twirling and singing with forest animals. Disappointing, right?

But I do enjoy pretending that I am an artist every now and then. Especially with characters from fantasy novels—including my own. Some of y’all may have already seen this on my facebook page, but if not, please meet the main characters from Orphan’s Song.

Characters' Collage 2

Do you ever get struck with an artwork itch? Ever sketch your own characters or a favorite character from a novel? If so and you’ve posted it online, comment with the link—I’d love to see! 

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

A Gifting For All of You

Books make great gifts because they have whole worlds inside of them. And it's much cheaper to buy somebody a book than it is to buy them the whole world!
- Neil Gaiman

I’ve been thrilled to see that there’s been a recent influx of followers lately, both here on my blog and on my facebook page. So, as a thank you for all of my followers, both old and new, I decided to host a giveaway!

And what better gift to giveaway than a book?

Due to the recent trouble the postal service has been experiencing with sea dragons devouring their carrier pigeons, this particular giveaway is restricted to the US only. Apologies.

I love gifting books that I’ve personally enjoyed. Nothing makes me more excited than getting to share some of my favorites with readers. So, the winner of this giveaway will get to select one of the following:

To enter, you must be a follower of this blog and my facebook page. Simply sign up by clicking on the Rafflecopter link below. You will have the chance to gain additional entries as well.

I wish I could give a gift to every single one of my readers! But as it is, I want to thank all of you and wish you all the best of luck with the giveaway! 

 Rafflecopter Giveaway - click here to enter!