Cover Reveal: Where the Staircase Ends by Stacy Stokes and Giveaway #M9BFridayReveals

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Where the Staircase Ends by Stacy Stokes

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Where the Staircase Ends

After her best friend orchestrates the lie that destroys her reputation, Taylor wants more than anything to disappear from her life. But when an accident turns this unspoken wish into reality, instead of an angel-filled afterlife, Taylor must climb a seemingly endless staircase into the sky.

Instead of going up, the journey plunges her into the past. As she unravels the mystery behind her friend’s betrayal, she must face the truth about life and find the strength to forgive the unforgivable — unless the staircase breaks her first.

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Title: Where the Staircase Ends
Publication date: April 2015
Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.
Author: Stacy Stokes



Stacy Stokes attended the University of Texas at Austin and The Wharton School of Business. She grew up in Dallas, TX, and currently lives in San Francisco with her husband. WHERE THE STAIRCASE ENDS is her first novel.

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Follow the tour!

When Curiosity Quills asked if I’d like to participate in the blog tour for THE UNRAVELING, I had to say yes! I’m very excited about this book and I hope you will be, too.  as part of the blog tour, Curiosity Quills released an excerpt from the book, which you can read as well as listen to.  There is also a Rafflecopter Giveaway at the end so make sure you enter to win a copy of THE UNRAVELING! And now, without further ado…

Erin’s parents are murdered and she can sense that same malevolent energy hunting her down. With little time to grieve, Erin is forced into hiding and discovers an unusual ability she’s never had before — she can talk to animals!

With the help of her new found animal companions, she eludes the killer. Disguising herself as a boy, she joins the Autumn Gathering and is able to concentrate on the questions she needs to solve: Who killed her parents? Why are they trying to kill her, too?

Quakes, storms, and murders begin plaguing Erin’s world and she soon realizes that they’re all connected. The fabric of her world is just beginning to unravel…

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Excerpt from Chapter 14

“There is something about our kind that the planet needs to be stable. We are bonded together. If you count the healer who was killed thirty years ago, and that is not much time to us or the planet, we have lost seven sages in a very short amount of time . Our world,” and he patted the ground, “had fifteen. When Syrah died we had fourteen but that was still enough for a strong bond. When you were born with the Sage Seed the connection started, even though your skills were underdeveloped. As you matured, we regained our fifteen special magnetic threads that were adequate for that stable planet bond. We are now down to nine from the potential optimum of sixteen, almost half strength. I don’t know the tipping point but we are dangerously close or we wouldn’t be getting all of this tectonic activity. Our world’s fabric is unraveling.”

Erin’s eyes were big as she took all of it in. “Then the earthquakes…?”

Lor nodded. “That special cohesion has been greatly weakened.”

“What are we going to do?” she whispered.

“I don’t know, but we must stop this. The danger is very real.”

Alliz spoke for the first time. “Lor is being very honest with you. We don’t know any more than what he shared. Most sages know that they are part of the weave of our world, but perhaps they don’t know it in the clarity that Lor expressed. Yet there’s a lot we don’t know. It wasn’t important for us to understand everything. It’s on a need-to-know-basis and only the Great One has access to more information. It’s part of his job. But from the time of the settlement, we have never been in this dire situation.” She held out her hands, palms up, in a shrugging gesture . “Now we are. I don’t know if the Great One has all of the answers either. I sense that there are complexities here that go very deep.”

The three sat a few moments and looked at each other. Erin was the first to move. She slapped the ground a couple of times and Tempo came running out of the shadows. After that sobering conversation, the three called it a night. Each companion, human and wild, had a lot to think about. Erin lay with Tempo curled at her side.

‘I wonder,’ Tempo said as he laid his head on Erin’s side and looked up at her, ‘if skunks are part of that weave?’

She stroked his head and back. ‘That is a good question, little one. I’ll bet they are. I just don’t know quite how all of this fits together.’

As Cear rose in the sky, it took awhile for sleep to come. Nuit watched from atop of Lor’s wagon in the muted amber moonlight. She thought of her young that had hatched the year before and had begun their lives in newly established hunting territories. Everyone on this world was affected by the actions of these few men who threatened Erin and Ree. She was determined to give Erin any help she could and agreed with Lor’s words. The danger was very real!

About the Author: Holly Barbo’s world is shaped by her love of her family, the beauty of the natural world in Northwest Washington State and an irrepressible creative drive.

Living where the scenery is incredible with a rich abundance of wildlife “is so special and soothing that it feels like a quiet kind of magic,” according to Barbo. She is drawn to creating stories where there is just a bit of something unworldly, perhaps it is magic or psychic skills. Her stories are mostly in non-urban settings and usually have some focus on nature, building a discordant drama inside the peaceful frame.

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Where were you on 9-11-2001?

When I was a little girl, I remember my mom telling me she remembered the exact moment – where she was, what she was doing – when she heard President John F. Kennedy had been assassinated.  I was 3 years old at the time so I don’t remember it, but I remember it was difficult for me to understand how someone could remember something like that with such clarity.

Fast forward to September 11, 2001, and suddenly it all made sense.

I had just arrived at work. I’d been listening to a cd in my car so I didn’t hear any of the news. A fellow employee got in the elevator with me and asked if I’d heard the news of a plane crashing into the #TwinTowers. I said, “No” and of course wanted info. Was it a small plane? Large plane? He didn’t know. He walked with me to my boss’ office, and after depositing my things at my desk, we turned on the t.v. in the small conference room near my cubicle. The other paralegals in the department wanted to know what was going on, so we sat around the conference table and watched the news. More people wandered in and leaned against the walls and windows. A few minutes later, the second plane hit.

Photo courtesy of New York City Police Department

The conference room filled with a collective gasp and then grew eerily quiet. We watched, mesmerized, as if caught in a surrealistic dream. It was if we were watching a movie, yet somehow we knew with dread the actors were real people, and this was a script none of them rehearsed.

We sat, stood, watched, all of us stunned and shocked. Tears fell. Hands covered mouths. Heads shook. Then we watched as a reporter with CNN who was on-site at the Pentagon shouted something like, “I don’t know what’s happened! There’s been an explosion!” He ran. The cameraman ran, then the reporting switched back to New York. We watched the pandemonium as the buildings fell and covered everything in ash.  Not long after that, we learned another plane had gone down in Pennsylvania, killing all on board.

We … and our nation were paralyzed with fear, disbelief, and that moment was etched in my brain forever. Needless to say, not much work was done that day and we all went home a bit early. I hugged my kids and wept. They cried, and even though my two sons weren’t quite old enough to understand the total implications, they knew a lot of innocent people died. As a parent, it was difficult to find the right words, words they would understand, but not frighten them. How does one explain this sort of terror to a child? More so, how do children living in war zones, cope? What do their parents tell them?

On this #911anniversary, there is no doubt the world has changed in the last 13 years. It is almost scary to turn on the news, to see what is happening around the globe. All we can do is pray our humanity strengthens us, binds us, and leads us to some semblance of world peace. In the meantime, hug your loved ones, spend quality time with your families, and as you leave for work or school, always leave your children, your spouse, your parents with three little words: “I love you”. We never know what tomorrow will bring or even what the next fifteen minutes hold in store. Try to make every moment the best it can be. Set aside differences, anger and try to remember we are all on this ride together. Let’s spend it laughing, not crying.

So, where were you on 9-11-2001?

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TORN by Laney McMann releases today!

It’s time for Layla and Max to be put to the test in Torn!

Torn grabs you by the throat and holds on till your face is bluer than that forgetful fish in the Pixar movie.” — Alexander Nader


Find Max.

That’s all Layla cares about. Not healing from the Fomore attack. Not finding answers to how she survived a fall that nearly killed her. Nothing will stop her. She will find him. She’ll even pair up with an overbearing Fallen Angel who’s hell bent on making everything harder than it needs to be if she has to.

Protect Layla.

For Max, nothing else matters. Not the bruises covering his body. Not the pain radiating from his broken bones. Not even his hands tied behind his back. He will find a way to save Layla, and the Fomore will pay if they’ve hurt her.

Every. Single. One of them.

In the second installment of The Fire Born trilogy, a new breed of villain looms—one Layla and Max will never suspect, and this killer has nothing to lose. Better yet, with Max and Layla’s deaths, victory is in the grip of the enemy.

Will Max and Layla find each other in time, or is it already too late for them both?


TIED (Fire Born 1) is on sale until September 15th to celebrate its ONE YEAR book birthday. : ) (Plus, it gives you guys a chance to pick up the book if you haven’t yet, before you read TORN. They kind of need to be read in order.)

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And finally, the GIVEAWAY!

There are several giveaways happening across the board, three to be exact.

The TORN Book Tour giveaway and the Blast Laney is hosting alongside her publisher, as well as all the other bloggers participating. The Book Blitz Giveaway is being hosted by Itching For Books (click the banner)


HERE’S WHAT’S UP FOR GRABS on Laney’s blog for the Book Tour:

Signed paperback copies of TIED and TORN to ONE winner (U.S. & Canada), E-book copies of TIED and TORN to ONE winner (Int), and signed bookmarks of TIED and TORN to FIVE winners (U.S., Canada, and U.K.)


AND here’s what up for grabs for the Book Blast:

Signed paperback copy of TIED and TORN to ONE winner & e-book copy of TIED and TORN to ONE winner (Int).


Make sure you enter to win and good luck!!!


Cover Reveal: The Sun’s Rival by Danielle E. Shipley

I have a lovely cover to share with you today. It’s Book five of the Wilderhark Tales by Danielle E. Shipley.   Isn’t it gorgeous!

Sun's Rival Cover, for FB cover reveal

Who is this Danielle E. Shipley person?  Read below and you’ll find out.

About the author …

Danielle E. Shipley’s first novelettes told the everyday misadventures of wacky kids like herself. …Or so she thought. Unbeknownst to them all, half of her characters were actually closeted elves, dwarves, fairies, or some combination thereof. When it all came to light, Danielle did the sensible thing: Packed up and moved to Fantasy Land, where daily rent is the low, low price of her heart, soul, blood, sweat, tears, firstborn child, sanity, and words; lots of them. She’s also been known to spend short bursts of time in the real-life Chicago area with the parents who home schooled her and the two little sisters who keep her humble. When she’s not living the highs and lows of writing young adult novels, she’s probably blogging about it.
*Want to be internet buddies? Come hang out with me on my blog, Facebook, Twitter… I’m those places all the time. Goodreads friend requests from strangers will likely be ignored. Nothing personal, I just have no idea who you are. Let’s get to know each other somewhere first, ‘key-dokey?

You can connect with Danielle E. Shipley at any of the following locations.  Drop by one of them and say hello.  She’d love to hear from you

Website ~ Blog ~ Facebook ~ Twitter

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Why Teal? Take a moment to think about Ovarian Cancer

My friend, Jennifer Eaton, posted a very important message today on her blog about Ovarian Cancer, and I felt the message too important for all women, young and old, not to reblog. No woman is immune. Cancer isn’t picky. It doesn’t care if you’re 20 or 80 or anywhere in between. I can’t stress the important of yearly exams. If you haven’t had a PAP or a mammogram lately, please make an appointment. Go. It could mean the difference between life or death.

Jennifer M Eaton

This weekend Littlest Dude and I drove down the road and saw a group of girls tying teal ribbons on trees. About an hour later when we returned, the entire street was lined with teal.

“What does that mean, Mommy?” Littlest asked.

Well, I remember yellow ribbons–and pink ribbons pop up every year. But teal? That was a new one for me.

A few miles down the road we found another group tying ribbons to a fence near a nice safe place to pull over, so I safely parked the car, and I asked what the teal was for.  A very nice gentleman explained that September is Ovarian Cancer Awareness Month, and they were trying to blanket the town in teal in memory of his Mom.

Ovarian Cancer Awareness 2Well, that’s certainly something I could get behind, so Littlest Dude and I drove away with our own little packet of ribbons and…

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