Tuesday, April 30, 2013

City of Bones International Trailer

I'm sure most of you have seen the all the trailers out there for City of Bones. Today is the release of the international trailer! There are a few scenes mostly towards the end that are new. Here it is!

Love that scene in 1:18 =D.

What do you guys think?

Review: Life After Theft by Aprilynne Pike

life after theft aprilynne pike
Title: Life After Theft
Publication Date: April 30, 2013
Rating: 1.5 Stars

Moving to a new high school sucks. Especially a rich-kid private school. With uniforms. But nothing is worse than finding out the first girl you meet is dead. And a klepto. 

No one can see or hear Kimberlee except Jeff, so--in hopes of bringing an end to the snarkiest haunting in history--he agrees to help her complete her "unfinished business." But when the enmity between Kimberlee and Jeff's new crush, Sera, manages to continue posthumously, Jeff wonders if he's made the right choice.

Clash meets sass in this uproarious modern-day retelling of Baroness Orczy's The Scarlet Pimpernel.


My Thoughts

Let me start off by saying this book isn't bad and I also never read The Scarlet Pimpernel. Maybe if I had I would have known what I was getting into. This book was just simply not for me. I loved Pike's Wing series, and was hoping this would be just as good, but it was totally different. Even though it deals with a ghost there isn't much of anything else regarding that paranormal aspect. This book was really more of a contemporary read than anything else and in this case not my kind of read either. 

We deal with topics such as addiction in all of its varieties, bullying, kleptomania and the issue of life after death and god. I actually think it was all just a bit too much. The crap that these kids went through was just like WOW and all of it on the same 3 kids. It was just too much. Then there is Jeff who is just the epitome of good, justice and doing what's right. That's not to say this book didn't have it's funny moments, cause it did. It had me laughing out loud at parts, but when everything was done and said it just left me with a bad taste in my mouth.

I went in expecting something awesome in terms of Wings, then revised it to a nice cute romance between a boy and a ghost and you know what? I got NEITHER. This bothers me even more than the topics it deals with. Why you may ask? Cause I just did not like Sera. After all the crap she did now she is just a little innocent angel? No sorry, I just can't buy it. Even though Kimberlee did some really messed up shit and could be an all around b*tch, I could deal with her. She felt real to me, human. Not little miss perfect. I'd also like to add I hadn't realized Jeff was a guy till like well into chapter 2. His voice just didn't sound like a guy, but I guess the name should have clued me in, huh? xD

In the end this book was more about redemption and dealing with the consequences of your actions and taking control of your life with a little romance mixed in. Which in short is not my usual read.

Monday, April 29, 2013

Releases of the Week #22

Here are the releases for the week of April 29 - May 5, 2013

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Sunday, April 28, 2013

Unraveling Sundays

Unraveling Sunday Sunday Post

I'll be posting about what happened last week and what you might expect this week and anything else that has caught my attention. I'm linking up to the Sunday Post, a meme by Kimba the Caffeinated Book Reviewer.

What happened last week on Unraveling Words...



Featured Posts

What you can expect this week...


  • Life After Theft by Aprylinne Pike
  • Destiny Gift by Juliana Haygert
  • The Boyfriend App by Katie Sise
  • Of Silver And Beasts by Trisha Wolfe


  • Releases of the Week #22
  • Feature & Follow #15

Featured Posts

  • Book Blitz for Of Silver and Beasts by Trisha Wolfe


One more week of exams and I'm done again for another month yay! If you haven't watched Iron Man 3, you really really should. Loved it!

*Don't forget to check out the giveaways!*

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Book Blitz + Giveaway: Awakened by Kriston Jonson

Awakened Book Blitz

Awakened Kriston Johnson
Awakened (The Legends of Elyndia Book One)
by Kriston Johnson

Genre: YA Fantasy
Publication Date: April 25, 2013

Can fighting for the right side be the wrong thing to do?

Draven, the tyrant ruler of Elyndia for the last one thousand years, searches for the one who can fulfill his prophecy.

The Paladins, an elite band of warriors sworn to protect their way of life at all cost, search for the one with the ability to bring their world crumbling down.

An innocent girl, tormented by demons only she can see, lives on the brink of insanity and longs for a life of peace.

When seventeen-year-old Jade Rosenberg reads from an antique book, she has no idea she just read an incantation awaking her inherited power. But when opposing—and equally terrifying—groups invade her home, she learns she is descended from an enchanted realm and a member of a powerful race thought to have been hunted to extinction. 

Ripped from her world, Jade is forced to seek refuge from those who want her dead. She is given one of two options and the time has come for her to make a choice: assassinate their sworn enemy…

Or sacrifice her soul.




A young servant girl entered the throne room and padded across the flagstone floor, carrying a delicate metal cage in her trembling hands. She remained silent while waiting for her next command. Draven slowly stood and glided over to the pedestal to his left, his black robe trailing behind him. He inhaled a deep breath and stared at the empty gilded cage that sat before him. He suddenly swung his arm at it, sending it flying across the spacious room, and it crashed loudly against the floor. The servant gently rested the new cage in its place and swiftly fled the room.
Draven sat down and leaned back into his throne made of solid gold. His gaze bore down on the man cowering before him. “You have two Elementals tucked safely away behind your walls. I want them.”
“I am afraid that is a matter out of my control.” The petrified man sat quite still, purposely avoiding Draven’s scrutiny.
A buzzing noise vibrated from the cage. A pixie fluttered her tiny wings, flying frantically and bouncing off the bars. Annoyed, Draven shot silver sparks out of his fingertips, aiming at the pixie. She was quick and barely dodged them.
“You have the ability to free them.” Draven’s lips curled into a sneer.
“I am flattered, sir, that you think I have the ability to grant your wish, but I must regretfully inform you that you are mistaken.”
With the flick of his index finger, Draven magically opened the cage door. The pixie tucked her wings against her back and pressed herself against the far wall of her cell. 
“It’s okay, my little darling. Please come to me,” Draven said to the pixie. She took tiny, hesitant steps until she reached the edge and peered out the door. He turned his attention back to the man. “I am truly sorry to hear that.”
The pixie took off in flight from her cage and zipped toward an open window. Draven raised his open hand and summoned her to him, and she involuntarily flew in his direction. She let out a squeak as Draven swatted her to the ground; she lay unmoving, knocked out cold.
“What if I offered you your deepest desire?”
“There is only one thing I would wish for and I am afraid not even you could grant that wish. The only thing I want in this world is my wife, and she’s dead. There is nothing beyond that that could persuade me to help you.”
The pixie stirred, slowly regaining consciousness. After a minute of watching the tortured pixie attempting to flee to safety, Draven shot sparks out of his hand, hitting the pixie in the back. She spiraled to the ground, and what was left of her wings sizzled to ash from the electric shock.
“What if I could bring your wife back? Could you be persuaded to help me then?” Draven walked over to the pixie and waved his hand inches above the dead creature. A glittering wave of magic washed over her body, restoring her strength and beauty. She tried for her freedom one last time, and inches from the window Draven summoned her, sending her straight back to her cage.
“I’m listening.”


About the Author

Kriston Johnson
Kriston Johnson lives in Southwest Washington with her husband, teenage son, and miniature Australian Shepherd. Her home rests at the fringe of an old growth forest that she insists is the home of Jason Voorhees. Her husband thinks that’s a ridiculous assumption, because everyone knows it’s really Bigfoot. Every summer Kriston participates in the annual pilgrimage to Faerieworlds, a real life faerie realm here on Earth, and has an unhealthy obsession with Star Wars, The Vampire Diaries, and Iron Man. Awakened is her first novel. You can visit her online at www.kristonjohnson.blogspot.com.

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Thursday, April 25, 2013

Feature & Follow #14

Alison Can Read Feature & Follow

This is a meme hosted every Friday by Parajunkee and Alison Can Read, where book bloggers answer a question each week and check out how others answered it. It's a cool way for bloggers and viewers to connect and learn more about each other!

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QIs there a song that reminds you of a book? Or vice versa? What is the song and the book?

Oh, this is a reallly easy one for me. The book is Let The Sky Fall by Shannon Messenger, and as you can guess the song is Skyfall by Adele. Every time I read the title of that book I start humming the song xD

Let The Sky Fall

What book/song did you pick?

First Chapter of ACID by Emma Pass!

I'm really excited to share with you guys the first chapter of Emma Passdebut novel, ACID, which she posted on her blog yesterday in anticipation of the UK release. You can check out the original post here.


Mileway Maximum Security Prison, Outer London
12th April 2113

The first time I notice the new inmate is when we’re all lined up outside our cells for morning head count. He’s standing five doors down from me, sneaking glances at the rest of us as the guards wave their wrist-scanners across our hips to read the spytags that are implanted when we first get here.

His blonde hair is cropped close and the white T-shirt straining across his gut is crisp and fresh; he must have arrived in the night. When his gaze lands on me, he does a double take, just as I knew he would. Watching him out of the corner of my eye, I can tell what he’s thinking as clearly as if he’d said it out loud: A girl? Here? What the hell?

And then, so quickly I almost miss it, a smile flickers across his lips, his eyes narrowing as his surprise turns to anticipation. A girl. Here. What’re the chances?

I curl my lip into a snarl, half tempted to go over there and introduce him to my fists. What a creep. But what did I expect? At Mileway, I stand out like . . . well, like a seventeen-year-old female in a prison full of men.

One of the guards, dressed in a black ACID uniform, reaches me. ‘Strong, Jenna – Prisoner ID 4347X,’ he intones. I clasp my hands behind my back, gazing straight ahead, feeling Creep’s stare drilling into me. ‘What’s she in for?’ I hear him ask one of the other guards. The guard doesn’t answer, just scans his hip and moves on down the line.

After the count, breakfast is served: cereal and watery substitute milk. A lot of the food we get here is sub – super-cheap, made out of synthetic protein. Real food isn’t worth wasting on criminals. As usual, I eat standing up, leaning against a pillar by the catwalk in front of the cells, one foot tucked up behind me. ‘This crap gets worse every day,’ one of the guys at a nearby table grumbles, lifting up his spoon and letting the mushy grey cereal plop back into his bowl. Neil Rennick, ex-Anarchy Regiment, who, ten years ago, blew up an ACID van with fifteen agents inside it, before going on the run. ACID finally caught up with him last year, and a month after his arrival he tried to corner me in my cell, which is how he got the scar that runs from his right eyebrow to the corner of his jaw. I got five weeks in solitary, but it was worth it. Now he leaves me alone, just like everyone else.

‘They’re trying to kill us, is what they’re trying to do,’ Rennick says loudly, looking around, trying to gather an audience. ‘And you know what? They can go—’

A guard hears him and steps forward. ‘Watch that mouth of yours, Rennick,’ he says, jabbing the muzzle of his pulse gun between Rennick’s shoulder blades and flipping the charger switch back.

The gun powers up with a whine. Rennick clenches his jaw, and after a few moments the guard steps away. Every so often, the inmates’ hatred will spill over, and they’ll riot. It’s happened four times since I came here – although I’m not stupid or suicidal enough to have been involved – but at this time of day, everyone’s still half asleep. Rennick finishes his cereal in silence. I see Creep staring at him and the guard. Rennick sees too, and gives him the finger.

When I’ve eaten my breakfast, I return to my cell. The other inmates have to share theirs with five, sometimes even six other people, but I have mine to myself – the one and only concession the prison have made to my gender. Peering into the square of polished metal riveted to the wall by my bunk, I run my hand over my scalp. Every other day, I shave it with a razor made out of a sharpened plastic spoon which I keep hidden inside a loose section of my bunk frame. It goes better with the scars on my face and the shadows under my eyes than the waist-length, glossy chestnut hair I had two years ago, when I was a privileged Upper girl with her own en-suite bathroom, a chauffeur and unlimited access to her father’s bank account.

I glower at my reflection. Why the hell am I thinking about my parents? I've only been up half an hour, and already I'm feeling depressed. I turn away from the mirror and leave my cell to go down to the gym, a gloomy cave in the incarceration tower basement that smells of mould and drains. No one else is down there yet. After some stretches to warm up, I grab a set of weights and do reps until my arms burn, before moving on to the leg press. After that, I switch to the treadmill. As I lose myself in the rhythmic slap of my feet against the worn rubber belt, the gloomy thoughts that drove me down here fade. I count the miles under my breath, my gaze fixed on the holoscreen display in front of me. ‘One . . . two . . . three . . .’

I step off eight miles later, drenched in sweat and breathing hard. I’m about to pull up the bottom of my T-shirt to wipe my face when I hear a sound behind me. I turn. Creep’s in the doorway, staring. I’m guessing from the way his mouth’s hanging open in amazement that he’s been watching me work out for a while.

‘Take a picture, it’ll last longer,’ I snap, shouldering past him to go back up to my cell. I can feel him still watching me as I go. Hopefully he’s got a good view of the tattoo on the back of my neck, the one I did myself last year using ink from a pen I found in the laundry and a shard of metal, telling him and anyone else who cares to read it to FUCK OFF.

By the time I’ve showered and changed, the job lists are up on the holoscreens outside the cells, and I see I’m on kitchen detail. I recognize all the other names on the list except one – 6292D Liffey. I feel my heart sink. And when I reach the kitchen, there
he is, goggling at me.


I ignore him, pulling on an overall and heading over to the other side of the kitchen where vegetables are piled on one of the battered metal worktops, waiting to be prepared for the evening meal. Creep is sent to operate the dishwashers on the other side of the kitchen. I scrub and peel and chop and slice, heaping stuff into the pans on top of the stoves nearby, not letting myself think about anything except the task in front of me. When we get a break for lunch at midday, I line up with the rest, waiting for the guards to hand out the food – dry bread, sub cheese and water, which we eat and drink down in the kitchen to save time.

I’m about to pick up a cup when the guard holding the tray jolts it like he’s about to drop it. Instinctively, I reach out to steady it. The guard nods and hands me a cup. The water in it tastes chalky; I gulp it down in three swallows, trying not to make a face. When I put my cup down, I see Creep staring at me again.

After that, it’s back to food prep: lighting the stoves and fetching trays of gristly meat, swimming in brownish, watery blood, from one the vast fridges that line the right-hand side of the kitchen. Usually I’ve got a strong stomach, but as I start to saw the pieces of meat up with a blunted knife, the coppery stink of the blood steals into my nostrils and I have to swallow hard against a wave of nausea. What animal did this come from? An elephant? I wouldn’t put it past them.

When the meat’s ready, I carry it over to one of the stoves so the inmate stirring the stew pots can tip it in. For the first time, I notice how hot it is – much hotter than it usually gets down here. And the stewing meat smells bad – really bad. A headache starts to pulsate deep inside my skull, turning my stomach sour. As I gulp down another surge of nausea, I realize the skin on my forearms feels sore and tight. Great. I must be coming down with something. But what? I felt fine when I got up this morning.

Dammit, I’m not going to the infirmary. I fetch another tray of meat and carry it over to a worktop between the ventilation shafts and the end of the row of fridges, hoping it’ll be cooler there. Then I turn back, thinking I’ll go and look for a sharper knife and get this stuff cut up a bit faster.

And almost collide with Creep.

He grins at me, showing yellow, peg-like teeth. ‘Hello.’

‘Get lost,’ I tell him. I try to push past him, but he steps in front of me, blocking my way.

‘Now, that ain’t nice,’ he says.

‘I’m not nice,’ I say.  

‘Oh, I think I’ll be the judge of that, don’t you, darlin’?’ His gaze slides from my face to my chest – not that there’s much to see – and the tip of his tongue flickers out from between his lips like a snake’s.

‘Don’t bother,’ I say.

‘Don’t bother with what?’ His tone’s light, innocent.

‘You know what.’ At my temples, the headache snarls and pounds. Just deck him! a little voice in my head says. But I don’t want another stretch in solitary. I’ll get dragged in front of the governor, lose my gym privileges. It’s too much hassle.

‘I just want to get acquainted, darlin’,’ he says. ‘Must be lonely in here for a young lady like you.’ His gaze shifts to my legs, then begins to crawl up them.

‘Yeah, and you know what?’ I say. ‘I like it that way.’

‘You don’t mean that. Think what a good time we could have, me and you.’

‘Believe me, it’ll be anything but good. For you, that is.’

‘Really?’ he says.

And lunges at me.

I bring my arm up and pivot sideways so that, as Creep tries to grab me, he’s thrown off balance and staggers against the worktop. Before he can recover I spin and kick out, planting my left foot squarely in his stomach. He doubles over with a strangled-sounding Oof. Then, as he tries to straighten up and get hold of the edge of the worktop, I lace my hands together and bring them down hard on the back of his neck. He pitches forward onto the floor, catching the tray with his outstretched fingers and showering himself in watery blood and lumps of meat. As he cracks his chin on the tiles at my feet, he gives a yelp of pain which tails off into a whimper.

‘I tried to warn you,’ I say, my throbbing skin and thumping head momentarily forgotten. ‘Maybe you’ll listen to me next time, huh?’

I push my foot into his neck to emphasize my point. Coughing, he rolls onto his back, trying to twist away from me. Blood – his own – is streaming from his mouth; he must have bitten his tongue when he smashed his chin against the floor.

‘What’re you in here for, anyway?’ he mumbles thickly, spitting red froth.

‘You really wanna know?’ I say.

He nods.

I lean down until our faces are so close we could kiss.

‘I killed my parents,’ I murmur, and watch his eyes go wide.

© Emma Pass 2013. All rights reserved. Please do not reproduce without permission.


ACID Emma Pass
Title: ACID
Author: Emma Pass
Publication Dates: April, 25, 2013 (UK)(Today!)
                                    April 1st, 2014 (US)

2113. In Jenna Strong’s world, ACID – the most brutal, controlling police force in history – rule supreme. No throwaway comment or muttered dissent goes unnoticed – or unpunished. And it was ACID agents who locked Jenna away for life, for a bloody crime she struggles to remember.

The only female inmate in a violent high-security prison, Jenna has learned to survive by any means necessary. And when a mysterious rebel group breaks her out, she must use her strength, speed and skill to stay one step ahead of ACID – and to uncover the truth about what really happened on that dark night two years ago.



So excited to read this!! What do you guys think?

Review: Feudlings by Wendy Knight

Feudlings Wendy Knight
Title: Feudlings
Series: Fate on Fire Book One
Author: Wendy Knight
Publication Date: March 18, 2013
Rating: 4.5 Stars

Nothing makes a new school suck worse than discovering the guy you’re in love with is your prophesied nemesis.

Ari is the most powerful flame-throwing sorceress ever, and her people’s last hope in an ancient war. But she’s also a seventeen-year-old girl, and in her free, not-hunting-nemesis times, she jumps from school to school, trying to figure out regular people her own age and pretending she’ll get the chance to graduate.

Shane lives a double life. He goes to school and masters the art of popularity, hiding the fact that he has a fate with a slim chance of his survival. He’s destined to end a 300 year-old war by killing or being killed. He knows he’s hunted by a powerful enemy who’s not afraid to die. Only problem? He has no idea who that enemy is. 

When Ari shows up at Shane’s school, angry and sullen and determined to keep him at arm’s reach, neither of them realize they are supposed to be killing each other, not fall-ing in love. Until Ari does realize it, and she almost dies – by Shane’s hand.



My Thoughts

This was such a fun book. It has a great mix of action and romance. 

The high points were really all the action scenes. They were so awesome, mostly cause they were always so intense what with the flames and spells shooting everywhere and people dying screaming, burning alive and turning to ash. Pretty awesome. xD

I'm a character girl and the characters in this book were phenomenal for me. Sure we have the quintessential mean girl, but you know what, it was such a joy to watch Ari always giving her the verbal smack down. Totally worth it. Actually Ari gave the verbal smack down to almost anyone who so much as looked at her wrong. She could stand up to her self and kick some serious butt while she was at it.

I loved the interactions between all the friends and specially between Ari and her brother Will. They were all loyal to the core, even when some of them were left out of the loop of the paranormal stuff.

The romance was nice and I liked Shane, he was a player at first but like the rest of them, very loyal. At first I thought there might have been a love triangle, but thank god it didn't happen! That earned a whole star from me. So hard to find YA books without love triangles now a days. I reallly hope there isn't one introduced later on cause that would just be worse.

The set up of their world and the war between the two races was still left a bit muddled but that's probably cause no one actually knows what exactly started the war anyway. But I really loved the whole idea of the flames powers and everything they could do. The names and shapes of all the different spells it kinda reminded me of video games, with the single attacks, AoEs and healing and defensive spells, loved it! xD

I had a bit of an issue with Ari being a little too closed off at times and judging her mom so harshly, but I'm glad she finally got set right towards the end, cause the whining whenever she had to go out on assignment would get a bit annoying. I just wanted her to kill her grandfather already and get over it. The self-pity wasn't too bad and she did take actions as the story progressed but it just got old at times.

If you like elemental magic, awesome characters, nail-biting action scenes and nice romance, you should pick this one up without question.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Book Tour + Giveaway: Night Hawk by J.E. Taylor

Bewitching Book Tours Night Hawk J.E. Taylor

Welcome to my stop on the Night Hawk Blog Tour hosted by Bewitching Book Tours

Night Hawk J.E. Taylor
Night Hawk
by J.E. Taylor

Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Novel Concept Publishing, LLC
Publication Date: March 11, 2013

Selling your soul has never been so charming and Mark throws in a little something to sweeten the pot, his girlfriend Naomi.

Sentenced to death at the hands of a demon, Naomi Hawk has a firsthand lesson in despair and betrayal in Mark’s deal for fame with all the trimmings. Deep in the clutches of the underground brotherhood, Naomi's light is coveted for the Master's gain.

When she slips and falls eighty stories from a precarious ledge, Naomi resigns herself to the inevitable impact and death by shattered bones. Before she can escape her demons in eternal slumber, something sinister plucks her from the plummet, stealing her out of the night to sacrifice her forever to the shadows.

Imprisoned in bottomless darkness, Naomi thirsts for justice…and revenge.




“You’re more than welcome to join me,” I said when she showed no signs of moving.
Her mouth opened and she glanced back toward the living room. “When?”
“Right now,” I said, knowing she wasn’t referring to my offer.
She rolled her eyes. “When did you paint that mural?”
“A long time ago,” I said. “Now, are you going to join me or not?” This time I turned toward her, giving her the full view and I smiled at the way her gaze bounced, her eyes widening a fraction before inching their way back up my chest to my face. Her cheeks bloomed and I cocked an eyebrow at her.
She pressed her lips together and slammed the door, marching out of the room in a huff.
I chuckled and ran the soap over my chest, running my fingers over what was left of the welt on my skin. The vampiric healing powers still amazed me enough that I missed the shift in the air around me.
Nails scraped my back and I jumped, swinging my head in the direction of the disturbance. Her wide eyes met mine and I turned, drinking her in from head to toe. Exquisite was the only word that popped into mind and when her fingers touched my chest I reached, covering her hand and holding it against my skin.
“What are you doing?” I whispered because having her undressed and this close put me at a major disadvantage.
“I’m saying thank you,” she said and her hands moved lower.
Catching her wrists, I warned, “Naomi, don’t start something you can’t finish.” My body responded anyway and she closed the distance. Her lips grazed my chest and I closed my eyes, releasing her and surrendering to her exploration.
When her tongue trailed lower, I recalled the memories of her ex and my eyes snapped open. As much as the thought of her taking me in her mouth thrilled me, I didn’t want to be that memory and I grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her up to face me. She wasn’t one of the common harlots from my past that I let drop to their knees before me.
No, Naomi was different and I wanted more.
“You do not have to do this just because you aren’t ready for anything else.”
Her dark eyes met mine and I traced the frame of her face with my fingertips, studying every curve. Leaning down, I took her lower lip in my mouth, sucking gently before shifting and delivering a kiss that started as tender and rich as her blood, but it soon escalated into an all-consuming heat and I could envision living in this bliss for the rest of eternity.
I had lied to her today.
Fear wasn’t the only deep emotion I had encountered since I plucked her out of the sky, this need to connect, to love again overwhelmed me. The irony of her name and the form she turned into added to the feel that fate had prepared this feast just for me.


About the Author

J.E. Taylor
J.E. Taylor is a writer, a publisher, an editor, a manuscript formatter, a mother, a wife and a business analyst, not necessarily in that order.  She first sat down to seriously write in February of 2007 after her daughter asked:

“Mom, if you could do anything, what would you do?”

From that moment on, she hasn’t looked back and now her writing resume includes a more than a dozen published novels along with several short stories on the virtual shelves including a few within eXcessica anthologies.

In addition to being co-owner of Novel Concept Publishing
(www.novelconceptpublishing), Ms. Taylor also moonlights as a Senior Editor of Allegory (www.allegoryezine.com), an online venue for Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror. She has been known to edit a book or two and also offers her services judging writing contests for various RWA chapters.

She lives in Connecticut with her husband and two children and during the summer months enjoys her weekends on the shore in southern Maine. 

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