Mysteries of Cove Launch Party!

 

Jeff pic 2I’m excited to announce that I’ll be participating in J. Scott Savage’s HUGE Launch Party for his new series, Mysteries of Cove! Also joining us on stage will be James Dashner, Jennifer Neilsen, Brandon Mull, and several other fantastic authors!

I’ve had the chance to help out with the creative planning of this event, and let me just tell you, it’s going to be amazing! You can expect an immersive, steampunk experience including full-fledged show, carnival-type games, and more. Don’t miss this!

As part of the festivities, Teen Author Boot Camp is hosting a contest for TWO lucky winners!
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Winners receive :
-5 tickets for reserved seating
-A killer swag bag
-A backstage pass to meet all the authors 

Enter on Instagram by following these 3 SIMPLE STEPS:
1. Follow TeenAuthorBootCamp on Instagram
2. Like this post advertising the contest
3. Tag three friends
Must do all three to qualify! Easy.

Winners will be selected on 9/10!!!! Please only enter if you are able to attend the event!

Good luck!

 

 

Gypsies, Racism, and NAMELESS, oh my!

Growing up, I lived in New Hampshire, Alabama, Florida, New Mexico, Texas, and Utah. Six states and eighteen different homes all before I turned eighteen-years-old. No, we weren’t gypsies (though how cool would that be!). My dad flew F-16s in the Air Force.

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I learned some valuable lessons from my crazy childhood. In the south you say, “Yes, Ma’am” or “No, Sir” to everything, or you find a ruler connecting with the backside of your hand (totally happened). In New Hampshire “wicked” is a universal adjective. And Utah has some of the best substitute curse words in the country.

Perhaps the most valuable lesson learned was that racism is real and people—when stripped of color, vernacular, prejudice, and religion—are all pretty much the same. We all love, we all want to protect our family and friends, and we all feel threatened by the unfamiliar or “different.”

I wrote a book entitled, NAMELESS, which releases on October 6, 2015. It’s a young adult fantasy that takes place in a fictitious world with four clans from very different cultural backgrounds. Zo, our protagonist, is orphaned after her parents are killed in an enemy raid. On the surface it might appear that the book revolves around her desperation to exact revenge, but the real meat of the story comes from Zo’s journey of forgiveness. She is a healer who learns to heal herself by letting go of her hatred.

Zo isn’t alone her prejudice. These four clans (the Wolf, the Ram, the Raven, and the Kodiak) were all inspired by some of my favorite cultures in hisCOVERtory. I took a page from the brutal training methods of the Spartans, the ingenuity of the Navajo, the simple diplomacy of the Vikings, and the intimidation element of the Maori. This diverse mix of cultures was intended to form a hotbed of “different.”

When I wrote NAMELESS I wasn’t trying to be political. I wasn’t waxing philosophical or attempting to jump on the racial issues plaguing our country right now. I simply wanted to write a good story about a girl who hated. Who felt justified in that hatred. Righteous, even. I wanted her to spend time with her enemies and force her to acknowledge the inherent worth of the individual. I wanted to show that releasing prejudices, though hard, can be quite liberating.

I hope NAMELESS’ complicated love story entertains and the fast-paced adventure excites. As for this gypsy, I had a constant tickle in my stomach throughout the entire writing process. I really do love this book! But if a reader sets down NAMELESS and feels just a smidgen more inclined to give the “different” people in the world a little more slack, I won’t complain about that either. Because just like Zo discovers in the book, and to steal a phrase from Albert Einstein, “Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.”

 

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M9B Friday Reveal: Chapter One Reveal for Nameless by Jennifer Jenkins with Giveaway #M9BFridayReveals

 

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Welcome to this week’s M9B Friday Reveal!

This week, we are revealing CHAPTER ONE of

Nameless by Jennifer Jenkins

presented byMonth9Books!

NAMELESS is in development for film by Benderspink! That’s the same company who optioned Victoria Aveyard’s Red Queen and produced the
I AM NUMBER FOUR film!

Jennifer is also one of the co-founders of Teen Author Boot Camp, and works with amazing authors like James Dashner and Brandon Sanderson to help teens master the craft or writing.

New York Times bestselling author Jessica Day George read NAMELESS and loved it!:

“Jenkins brings edge-of-your-seat adventure to this intriguing new world. I can’t wait to read more!”

Be sure to enter the giveaway found at the end of the post!

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Four clans have been at war for centuries: the Kodiak, the Raven, the Wolf and the Ram. Through brutal war tactics, the Ram have dominated the region, inflicting death and destruction on their neighbors.

Seventeen-year-old Zo is a Wolf and a Healer who volunteers to infiltrate the Ram as a spy on behalf of the allied clans. She offers herself as a Ram slave, joining the people who are called the “nameless.” Hers is a suicide mission – Zo’s despair after losing her parents in a Ram raid has left her seeking both revenge and an end to her own misery. But after her younger sister follows her into Rams Gate, Zo must find a way to survive her dangerous mission and keep her sister safe.

What she doesn’t expect to find is the friendship of a young Ram whose life she saves, the confusing feelings she develops for a Ram soldier, and an underground nameless insurrection. Zo learns that revenge, loyalty and love are more complicated than she ever imagined in the first installment of this two-book series.

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Chapter 1

Zo couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t fear the Ram.
Even after the raid, when so much of her fear had turned
to hate, the fear still existed beneath. It was a foundation that
she came to rely upon. A constant.

Sleeping under a fir tree so close to Ram’s Gate went
against her very nature. While her body revolted, she couldn’t
think of a more appropriate place to be. Zo choked down the
beastly fear clawing its way up her throat and smiled like this
was just another assignment. “It’s time, Gabe.”

Her guard, Gabe, rested on soggy pine needles beside her.
His hands were tucked behind his shaggy blond head, eyes
closed in feigned sleep. He used to lay like that, with his arms
arrogantly thrown back and his chest puffed out like he owned
the world, when they were kids. The river would rush by
carrying rumors of starving clans and battles lost—heartache
that pulled tight strings of tension throughout Zo’s body—
while Gabe just laid back and chewed on a grass root.

Today, Gabe’s pretend-sleep didn’t fool Zo any more than
it ever had. They both knew he hadn’t slept soundly since
they’d left the Allied Camp a week ago. With eyes still closed,
Gabe frowned as Zo left the protection of his side to bundle her
bedroll. She crawled out from under the skirt of the enormous
fir tree. Its sweeping limbs that kissed the uneven ground had
kept them as safe as one could be in this godforsaken region.
Behind her, Gabe growled impatiently as he gathered his
things to follow.

“There’s no need to rush this.” He pushed the branch aside
and threw out his pack with more force than necessary. Zo
flinched, not used to seeing her childhood friend angry.

“You didn’t wake me for my watch again,” said Zo,
unsurprised. Ever since they’d left the Allies, Gabe had been
insanely overprotective.

“You need your sleep.”

“And you don’t?”

Gabe sighed and scooped a blob of mud from the newly
thawed earth. He frowned and smeared it along the curved
planes of Zo’s face and neck. The cool mud felt surprisingly
comforting, but it could have just been Gabe’s touch. His
capable hands shook while lines of worry deepened across his
brow.

“This won’t work.” He stopped and cupped his muddy
hand at the base of her neck, his blue eyes pleading. “You’re
too pretty. A little mud can’t change that.”

Zo yanked on the sleeve of her shirt until the seam split then
ripped and frayed the cuff of her pant legs. Young, unarmed
women just didn’t go on casual strolls through the perilous
hills of the Ram. Commander Laden said she needed to look
desperate if she wanted them to believe her story. Her lie.

As if looking desperate is hard, Zo thought.

Gabe stood a full head taller than Zo. Despite his large
frame, he could outrun a jackrabbit and his mind was just as
quick. A valuable weapon for the Allies. But with all of his
abilities, he was not the one walking into the lion’s den this
morning.

He untwisted the strap of Zo’s medical satchel and let out a
long breath before dropping his hands to his sides.

“I’ll miss you,” said Zo. Her voice carried the mechanical
cadence she’d adopted several years ago. A small part of her—
the part that wasn’t dead—hated disappointing Gabe. He’d
done so much for her and her little sister, Tess, since they’d
journeyed from the Valley of Wolves to live with Commander
Laden and the Allies.

Thinking of her wild, eight-year-old sister brought a
temporary smile to Zo’s muddied face. She couldn’t think of
Tess and not imagine her tromping through the forest trying
to catch squirrels and sneak up on rabbits. It was her second
favorite thing to do, next to following Zo around the Allied
Camp. The little tick wouldn’t take her absence well. Zo had
left a note and arranged for her care, but that didn’t mean the
kid wouldn’t be furious.

Gabe pressed his cold hands to Zo’s face and forced her to
look at him. “Come back with me, Zo. Let Commander Laden
send someone else. Someone with less to lose.”
“We’re not doing this again.” Zo pulled away. She had
begged for this mission, and she would see it through. No
matter what the cost. The Allies desperately needed information
that only she could provide, if they hoped to defeat the most
powerful military force in the region.

Gabe’s hands curled into fists. His voice rose to carry over
the wind that whipped his unruly hair. “Entering Ram’s Gate
is suicide! We don’t even know if you can get the information
Laden’s after.”

The truth was far worse than Gabe could possibly know.
He hadn’t heard what life would be like inside the Gate. They
would eventually discover her, and once they did, they’d kill
her. Plain and simple.

There were worse things a person could endure.

She’d do anything for the Cause.

“Goodbye, Gabe.” She kissed his frozen, whiskered cheek.

His hand clamped down on Zo’s wrist and he yanked her
into a fierce embrace. “I’ll be close, waiting to help you escape
the minute you send word.” He smoothed down her wild, dark
hair. “I’ll find a way to keep you safe, Zo. I swear it.”
Zo forced a hollow smile, for Gabe’s sake. “Look after
Tess. Tell her I’m doing this for her. Tell her I’m doing it for
our parents.”

She left Gabe standing frozen in the low light of morning.
After a hard climb, Zo reached the towering wall of Ram’s
Gate. The wall was comprised of redwood logs at least four
feet in diameter and fifty feet tall, bound together with heavy
rope and shaved to a point at the top. Black tar and broken
glass glimmered along the high rim of the wall to discourage
clans foolish enough to attack, and souls brave enough to dare
escape.

Zo looked right and left and saw no end to the wall through
the thick maze of aspen and evergreens. From her training with
Commander Laden, she knew the giant wall ran for miles in
each direction until it reached the cliffs that dropped off to the
freezing ocean below. Inside the wall were hundreds of acres
of farmlands, mountainous forests, and enough homes to house
thousands of Ram and the slaves they called “Nameless.”
Calmer than a sane person should be, Zo dropped to her
knees in the shadow of the ominous wall. Knowing these
might be the last free moments of her life, she allowed herself
to think about things that were normally buried deep within
her. The memory of her mother’s soft skin. The safety of her
father’s smile. Tess’ dimples and her eagerness to please,
despite her stubborn ways.

The moment was as sweet as it was brief. But it was hers.
Deep-voiced drums boomed and the enormous gate rose
inch by inch. Men shouted orders and whips cracked. Through
the gap of the slow-rising gate she saw at least forty men in
tattered animal hides with harnesses on their backs. They
slipped through mud while struggling to turn a giant wheel
connected to a thick chain to raise the gate.

The Nameless. The Ram had kept slaves for hundreds of
years, some were captured, others came willingly, while most
were born into the lowly title.

Instinct told her to run, but fear and determination kept her
frozen in place. She locked the people she loved back into the
cage that was her heart and prepared to face her enemy.
Zo pressed her nose into the icy mud in a show of
submission. The drums ceased and the silence echoed in her
chest like a painful heartbeat.

The metal of short swords clinked against armor as men
approached. She peeked up to sight of a bald leader walking
ahead of a wall of six soldiers. His cold eyes seemed too big
for his head, protuberant like those of a frog.

“Get up,” the leader commanded.

Zo climbed to her feet but kept her gaze focused on the
man’s fur-lined boots.

“State your name and clan,” he ordered.

“I am from the family Shaw of the Kodiak Clan,” Zo said,
hoping her accent would pass. The Ram had raided one of the
Kodiak settlements a few weeks earlier. Many of the women
and children whose husbands had died in the raid would
come to the Gate, choosing to offer themselves as slaves over
watching their children starve to death.

The leader circled her. “Age?”

“Seventeen.”

A few of the guards in the line exchanged words. One
laughed under his breath.

“You’re too thin to claim the Kodiak as your clan. Your
jaw is more square than round.”

The sound of a young girl’s scream saved Zo from having
to answer.

“Let me go! You’re hurting me!” the girl cried.

Zo froze. It couldn’t be …

A guard dressed in full armor carried the kicking child up
the muddy hill and dropped her at the bald leader’s feet.
Zo’s whole body went rigid as her eight-year-old sister,
Tess, scrambled up to hug her. “I’m so sorry,” Tess cried. She
must have secretly followed them from the Allies, though how
she survived the dangerous journey unnoticed was beyond Zo.

“Tess, I thought I’d lost you,” Zo stammered. She hoped
her shock registered as relief instead of panic. “Don’t say a
word,” Zo whispered in her ear as they embraced.

“Who is this child?” the frog-eyed leader asked.

“She is my sister, sir. We were separated. She found me.”

“Clearly.” He circled the girls once more then reached out
and grabbed Zo by the throat, forcing her to the ground on her
back. His lips brushed her cheek as he spoke. “How do I know
you’re not a stinking Wolf? That you’re not feeding me some
story?” His breath reeked of stale cabbage and rotten sausage.
Zo’s heels dug small trenches in the mud as she struggled
against the hand tightening around her throat. Black dots
invaded her vision.

The leader smiled and licked his lips as if she were his next
meal. “We don’t allow Wolves through the Gate.” A string of
spittle escaped his lips and landed on her cheek. “Ever.” He
released his grip and Zo gasped for air.

Tess rushed to Zo’s side, her eyes wet with tears.

“With all of the clans mixing, it’s getting harder and harder
to sort the wheat from the tares. I can’t take any chances …

” He shrugged and nodded to his guard. The men moved in,
pulling the sisters apart. Tess let out a shrill cry. A guard struck
her tiny cheek.

“Please!” Zo fought against firm hands digging into her
arms. “I come from three generations of healers. My sister is
learning too. We beg the mercy of the Ram, and pledge our
lives to your service!”

The Gate Master held up a hand, and his men threw Zo to
the ground. His round, glassy eyes stayed fixed on her as he
grunted a soft command to one of his men. The soldier nodded,
bowed, and ran back through the Gate.

“A healer, you say?” The corner of his lip pulled up to
reveal rotting teeth as he smiled. “We’ll see about that.”

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From NYC to San Francisco

I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to post. A lot has happened (and is happening) with the NAMELESS release approaching. Here’s the five second version:

I went to Book Expo America in NYC with a few Cubies (Jo and Lois!) and my delightful agent, Amy Jameson, to do a signing for NAMELESS. (releases Oct 6)

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Caught a few plays on Broadway.

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Biked Central Park

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Hung with my old pal James Dashner.

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Met my publisher, the fearless Georgia McBride. (THIS WOMAN!)

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And spent a lot of time in airports.

Then, almost exactly a month later I went to ALA (American Library Association) in San Francisco for another signing.

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Had lunch with some author friends.

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Proper English Tea with my adorable publicists, Jaime Arnold, and some new blogger friends. (Thank you, Month9Books!)

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nd even survived my scary, haunted hotel.

From all of these experiences, I pretty much learned three things:
1. Readers/Bloggers/Librarians are amazing, lovely people
2. No matter how wonderful the adventure, coming home to my husband and kids is always the best
3. I dislike airports on a molecular level

My next stop is Raleigh, NC in September for the Southern Independent Booksellers Assoc.  Between now and then I have a lot of writing to do and a lot of childrens’ soccer and baseball games to attend. 😛

In a Perfect World…

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I’m in between trips to NYC for BookCon and San Francisco for ALA as part of the lead up to the release of NAMELESS (Oct 6, 2015) and I can’t seem to find a minute to come up for air.

I promise to give a nice big post on both conferences very soon. I’ll be sure to include my signing conundrums and quirks as well as some good pics.

In the meantime, here is a picture with me and my publisher, Georgia McBride at BookCon.

Releases TODAY!

So proud of Jo Schaffer, my writing sister, and her efforts to get this book into the world. The themes explored in this YA psychological thriller are heavy, and based on actual events.  Snag your copy today!

 

 
BASED ON ACTUAL EVENTS
 
My name is Cassidy Connor and my parents hate me. Well, they can go to hell. After yet another fight with my manipulative lawyer father and bible thumping mother, I disappear onto Hollywood Blvd among the other street kids. Or so I thought. The cops pick me up for a BS crime I didn’t commit, and Dad announces the only way I can avoid charges is to voluntarily admit myself into Oak Dale, a psych ward for crazy teens. I don’t belong there — my parents are the real nut jobs –but it’s not like I have a choice.
 
At Oak Dale, everyone is going on about the kid who just killed himself trying to escape. How could they dump me in a place like this? I’m thrown in with my anorexic roommate, Erin; foster care system victim, Gina; and pyromaniac Tony. Guess he likes to light ’em up. All of us are unwanted baggage, here against our will.
 
I quickly learn only the strong survive Oak Dale — and some of us won’t make it out alive.
 
 
 
 
Serita Stevens is an established award winning writer of books and scripts, I was born in Chicago and have always been a writer.
 
 
 
 
 
 Jo Schaffer was born and raised in the California Bay Area in a huge, creative family. She is a YA novelist, speaker, writer at Patheos.com, Junior Literary Agent with Gateway Literary, works in film production and is a Taekwondo black belt.
 
She’s a founding member of Writers Cubed and co-founder of the Teen Author Boot Camp, one of the largest conferences in the nation for youth ages 13-19. She and a crew of local and international bestselling authors present writing workshops to hundreds of attendees at the Utah-based conference as well as hundreds of others worldwide who view the conference online.
 
Jo loves being involved in anything that promotes literacy and family. She is passionate about community, travel, books, music, healthy eating, classic films and martial arts. Her brain is always spinning new ideas for books and sometimes she even gets around to blogging.
 
Jo now lives in the beautiful mountains of Utah with her filmmaker/artist husband, three strapping sons and a blue-eyed cat named Smokey.
 

Lois D. Brown- One of the coolest people I know

My friend Lois is a rockstar. I’m giving her the “mic” so you can  learn why.

Lois:

Recently I published a mystery novel called Robbed of Soul that combines a modern-day mystery with a 150-year-old legend of Montezuma’s gold in Utah. This is how the book came about.

In the spring of 2013 I received a strange email. It was from a television producer in England. They were filming a television series called “Myth Hunters” and wanted to do an episode about the legends of Montezuma’s Gold being in Kanab, Utah. They had found my name on Amazon. I had published various short stories about treasure hunting, including one about Montezuma’s treasure. The subject had always been an interest of mine, and I know the area very well. A month later we met in Kanab and they interviewed me for the show. (See a peek of the episode here.)

A year later I was in Kanab again, this time spending the day with a film crew from “America Unearthed,” a top-rated show that airs on the History Channel 2. Together we explored the mysterious 500-year-old cave near Kanab that a man named Freddie Crystal excavated in search of Montezuma’s gold. (See a promo video of Montezuma’s Gold.)

Me with the film crew of “America Unearthed”

After that, I knew I had to write a book about Freddie Crystal and Montezuma’s gold in Southern Utah, but I didn’t want it to be a historical novel. So I ended up with Robbed of Soul, a modern-day mystery that incorporates historical facts and legends.

Do you like books? Do you like Zions National Park? Join the ROBBED OF SOUL book launch giveaway and you may win 3 nights in a vacation townhome in Kanab, Utah.

(Thirty minutes from Zions.) A $450 value! (Or a $100 Amazon gift card if preferred.) 

 

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Rescued but psychologically damaged from a failed mission, ex-CIA officer Maria Branson takes the job of police chief in the quiet town of Kanab, Utah. Rest and relaxation are the doctor’s orders. She gets neither. Instead, a missing mayor, the spirit of a dead Aztec warrior, and the over-confident-yet-attractive head of Search and Rescue await her in a town whose past has almost as many secrets as her own. As Maria investigates a modern-day murder, she disturbs a world of ancient legends and deadly curses. Yet most lethal of all is Maria’s fear someone will discover just how empty her soul really is.

 

 

 

The following are pictures of me and Scott Wolter taken as we filmed segments of America Unearthed near the infamous Freddie Crystal cave in Johnson Canyon outside of Kanab, Utah.

Book Trailer Reveal!

Welcome (back) to the TIME WAR…

Books 2 & 3 of the best selling Lost Imperials series

Releasing 5/5/15

from Clean Teen Publishing

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Individual digital editions will be available everywhere e-books are sold.

Click on the cover to read more!

 

 

Exciting news! Prodigal and Riven will be available in 2 special combined print editions!

Barnes & Noble and other retailers will feature a standard combined print edition:

Ebook_COMBINED_TheLostImperialsand Amazon.com will offer an exclusive flip book print edition!

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PRODIGAL:

STEIN has been with the Hollows for as long as she can remember. Taken as a child, she has no memories of her past, and that’s always been fine by her. Until the day she stumbles across a hidden journal containing the devastating truth about her paternity. Now everything she thought she knew, and everyone she thought she could trust, has changed. The truth about who she is and where she came from is a secret so deep, it will rock the Hollows and the Tesla Institute alike.

RIVEN:

ETHAN is left with a serious problem after what should have been a routine mission. He’s fractured, a break between mind and body that leaves him at the mercy of his Rifter abilities, which are quickly tearing him apart. He will have to trust the only person who might know how to fix him, a mysterious Rifter named Stewart Stills, who seems to have a special connection with the time stream.

Want to know more about The Lost Imperials Series? Check out below:

In a battle for control of the time stream, the past and the future will collide, either saving mankind, or destroying it.

The Tesla Institute stands on one side of the battle. Controlled by the mind of one of the greatest inventors in history, the Institute recruits gifted, young time travelers called Rifters. Those who survive his training are sent into history with the mission to preserve the time stream, recruit more of their kind, and better humanity through subtle, controlled event manipulation.

Standing in the way are the Hollows, a rogue group of Rifters who have vowed to put an end to the Tesla Institute, at all costs. They steal, cheat, and bend history to their own ends. Using children stolen from time as their personal armies, they fight not only for control of time itself, but also for self-preservation.

 

You can find, EXTRACTED, book 1 of The Lost Imperials everywhere books are sold.

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FISH OUT OF WATER- Natalie Whipple

fishMy first book review of 2015 is Natalie Whipple’s latest, and in my opinion, greatest.

FISH OUT OF WATER is a story about a Japanese-American girl whose summer turns to shambles when her racist, Alzheimer’s, grandmother shows up on her doorstep and a spoiled rich-kid named Dylan invades her pet store work place.

This is a love story. But the premise is so three deminsional that the reader is faced with a myriad of conflicts that all lead to the same, well-crafted point. Love is diverse and sometimes hurtful, but worth it in the end.

I’m a big Natalie Whipple fan, and I have to say, this is BY FAR my favorite book she’s written. The romantic tension she builds between Dylan and Mika is palpable and the confusing love she discovers for her grandmother endearing and authentic. Add a twist of The Princess Bride and you have something truly special.

It’s available for pre-order now. Pick this one up, folks.

 

 

Olympic Moments

Today I had the opportunity to visit Olympic Park in Park City, UT. A major venue for the 2002 Salt Lake City Olympic Winter Games. After touring the museum we rode up to the Luge, Skeleton, and Bobsled tracks.bobsled:luge

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We happened to arrive while the Paralympic Skeleton racers were training. Standing with my son at my side, I watched men missing one leg hop and jump onto sleds headfirst to then rocket down an icy track at literal break-neck speeds. Here’s a little footage of one of the athletes:

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After watching a few of these men do their starts, I leaned over to my son and said, “We can do hard things, can’t we?”

He nodded in wonder, never once taking his eyes off the athletes who were teaching him a lesson of which they most likely weren’t aware. A lesson of persistence and never letting anything keep him from obtaining his dreams. So. So. Cool.

Afterwards, a few of the athletes started a snowball fight with my son’s fifth grade class.

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headlockI chatted with a few members of the Australian Skeleton team (LOVE THEIR ACCENTS) and got a good pic with my son (on the right) getting taken to task for the snowballs.me with team

These athletes lifted us both a little today. The way they engaged my son and his friends was more than just charming. It was validating.

Similar men and women in the writing world donate their time to teens in Utah every year. They get down on their level and engage them, validate them, and inspire them to work toward their dreams.

Thank you to all of our past, present, and future Teen Author Boot Camp authors who mentor and inspire our teens. Your “Olympic Moments” are making a difference in the world.

God Bless.

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