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Thursday, September 17, 2015

Saga by J.A. Campbell with Giveaway!

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Saga: Legends of the Travelers Book #1 by J.A. Campbell

Audience: Young Adult 12+, Genre: Fantasy, Adventure, horses, Format: ebook

Publisher: Untold Press, Cover by: Sean Hayden, Untold Press, Pages: 196, ASIN: B012236VMS,

Date Published: Aug 17 2015

Taken from her people as a foal, Saga is plunged into a world completely foreign to her. All Travelers know other worlds exist, but they don’t expect to actually experience them until they are adults. Saga must learn to adapt to her new surroundings if she wants to survive until she’s old enough to be able to Travel among worlds and return to her people.
Jarl is the son of the Vanir High Mages and heir to the throne. Though young, his parents entrust him with the care and training of the captured Traveler foal. However, none of the Vanir understand just how intelligent the Travelers are and they may have given Jarl more than he can handle.
When Saga escapes, the High Mages decide she is too much trouble and has to be killed. Jarl defies his parents and goes after her. Will they remain enemies when Jarl finds her, or will they form a bond of friendship strong enough to save Saga’s life?

"My Prince, High Mage Nessa sent me to fetch you."
Jarl considered ignoring the servant. He was in the middle of a great battle with a couple of the other mage children and he wanted to test his catapult. If Jarl sent him away, he knew his parents, the high mages, wouldn't be pleased. The thought of actually having to do chores, even if only for a week, was distasteful. They had servants for a reason, after all.
Jarl sighed and waved at his friends before acknowledging the servant. The boy wasn't much older than him, and wore plain brown as all the servants did. He looked up hopefully from the ground, briefly meeting Jarl's eyes, before remembering his place and casting his gaze to the ground again.
That breach of etiquette could get the boy flogged, and perhaps Jarl would save him greater punishment later if he had him whipped now. It was only a lash when you met the eyes of a son or daughter of a great mage or noble. The twenty required if you dared to look into the eyes of one of the mages would probably kill the boy. Jarl decided it was too much trouble and ignored the eye contact.
"Where?"
"Their private rooms."
Jarl's stomach sank. Maybe they'd found out about the prank he and Conor had played on Cook. It hadn't been nice, putting cheese crumbs in her favorite apron and leaving it where the rats could get to it, but she was mean. She'd been head cook for as long as anyone could remember and made the most amazing pies, which was probably why his father tolerated her disrespectful attitude.
Jarl nodded and headed across the well-manicured grounds toward the castle. Built with magic and stone, the castle towered above him. Banners flapped from the battlements, snapping in the breeze that didn't reach down into the walled grounds.
One of the side entrances was closest and, once inside, he dashed into the servants' ways. He wasn't supposed to run through the narrow hallways and grand corridors because a ruler's son was always composed and regal. He could get away with it in the dank servants' ways though, as long as he wasn't out of breath when he arrived.
In good shape, Jarl could run forever like the dire wolves that hunted the northern mountains. It was completely permissible for Jarl to run outside and he loved the feeling of freedom that it gave him. One day he would be permitted beyond the confines of the castle and would race all over his world.
Those musings kept him occupied until he ran out of back ways to dash through. He stopped and took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart, made sure his clothing wasn't disheveled, and then stepped into the opulent hallway that led to his parents' suites. The thick blue carpeting muffled his footfalls and he felt the eyes of the guards stationed periodically through the hallway on his back. When he boldly looked at them however, none seemed to have moved a muscle, not even to twist their eyes and look at him. The guards wore dark green livery emblazoned with the crystal and the griffin. Only mages wore blue. Even mages in training couldn't wear blue until they reached the first order.
Jarl reached the heavy oak doors carved with the ever-present griffin and crystal symbols. The guards ignored him and he knocked on the door. An attendant inside opened it for him. Jarl hurried through the outer receiving room, well used to its ornate decorations and elegantly carved furniture. Blue dominated the room. Mostly bare except for some comfortable furniture for lounging and tables and lamps for reading. The private room beyond contrasted sharply. The tapestry and the picture of Jarl and his mother were the only decorations.
His parents sat at the table reading. They both looked at him when he entered, and Jarl tried not to act guilty.
"Your hair is sticking up. I do believe you have a leaf in it." His mother sounded stern, but he could see a glint of amusement in her eyes.
"Sorry, Mother." He ran a hand through his short curls and pulled the offending leaf out of his hair. Then he held it awkwardly, not knowing what to do with it.
"Oh, throw it in the fireplace and come here." She smiled and stood. Jarl did as he was told and hugged his mother tightly.
His father stood. "How are you today, son?"
"Fine, Father. What can I do for you?" At only ten, the formality was hard for Jarl, but he did try.
"We have a surprise for you."
Jarl's heart lightened. They hadn't heard about the cheese! He couldn't understand how though, as Cook had raised a huge fuss when she'd found her rat-chewed apron.
"Yes, Father?"
A slight smile creased his father's face at the eagerness in his voice. Jarl had tried to contain it, but he loved good surprises. The smile made him even happier, slight as it was. Geraint Ilmarinen was not a man used to smiling.
"If you're good, and you master that spell you've been struggling with, you'll find out tonight. Meet us in the stables an hour after dinner."
Jarl's heart sank again, but only a little. He almost had that spell down. Requiring concentration on two different components at once, thus far he'd managed to fail at the last minute every time.
"Yes, Father."
"Go practice, Jarl. We'll forgive you if you need to miss your dinner." His mother's smile appeared more often, but still he treasured it. He grinned back at her.
"Yes, Mother. If I may be excused?" Having permission to skip dinner meant he could send a servant for food and avoid having to dress nicely and all that stuff he hated about court.
"Of course."
He gave a quick bow and, unable to contain his excitement, he ran from the room.
"Walk!" The tolerant reprimand followed him out the door and he forced himself to slow once he reached the public hallway.
It didn't take long for him to arrive at the practice room, and he set to work on the spell with renewed enthusiasm.
∞ ∞ ∞
It took him several hours, and he almost forgot to eat the dinner that the servant brought for him, but Jarl finally got the spell to work. For all the effort, it was a relatively simple result. He was supposed to take a regular candle and make it burn with a green flame. Lighting the candle with magic was simple enough. However, altering the components of the wick to make it burn green wasn't as easy. Jarl could have cast a simple illusion on the flame, but that wasn't the point of the exercise. Supposedly, once you could perform the spell reliably with a candle, and then other fires, you would be able to apply the principles to much more complicated and powerful works of magic.
Jarl, now able to focus on something other than the magic singing through his veins, distantly heard the bell toll seven times. He was late! He should have left for the stables twenty minutes ago. He hastily grabbed a fresh candle, along with the one he'd managed to craft the spell on, and slipped into the servants' ways so he could run. His parents would understand. They always did when magic was involved, however he didn't want to keep them waiting, or they might decide he hadn't mastered the spell in time.
He hadn't even had time to wonder about the surprise. He thought it might be a horse of his very own since they were meeting in the stables. He could ride any horse he wanted—as long as it wasn't one of the hunting or warhorses. To have one of his very own seemed special. It also meant his father might start taking him out into the countryside more. Jarl felt confined, like he was missing out on life, since he mostly had to stay on castle grounds until he went off to school in a few years. Those with magical talent had to be protected until they could protect themselves. Shadow creatures called Ovattr hunted mages, very effectively. Now and again, a body would be returned to the castle, or the Mage School, torn by claw and tooth. The treacherous Alfar created the creatures long ago to destroy the human mages.
Jarl forced himself to walk when he reached the door leading from the servants' ways to the outer courtyards. Though still light out at this time of year, the oppressive heat of the day had lifted, and a light breeze dried the sweat dampening his hair. A seabird cried out, circling overhead, seeming to mock Jarl for running late. In his impatience, Jarl ended up half jogging when he wasn't in view of the stables, and walking as properly as he could when he knew his parents might see him. Liveried guards stood outside the main doors, the green contrasting nicely with the stone that made up the front of the stables. They didn't so much as glance at Jarl. Still, he imagined he could feel their eyes on him as he scooted passed their forbidding presence. The statue-like guards had always unnerved him, though he worked hard not to let it show.
Airy and open, the stables smelled of horse and dust and sweet hay. A dapple-gray that Jarl occasionally rode nickered when he saw the boy. Jarl smiled and scratched the horse on the nose before heading deeper into the large building.
A high-pitched angry squeal, followed by the thump of hooves against a wooden stall, startled him. By the time most horses made it into the stables, they were quiet. The horses in training and the warhorses were kept elsewhere.
A bucket crashed to the ground. Jarl heard other angry thumps and squeals, and he thought he heard the ghost of a voice screaming: Let me go!

J.A. Campbell

Julie has been many things over the last few years, from college student, to bookstore clerk and an over the road trucker. She’s worked as a 911 dispatcher and in computer tech support, but through it all she’s been a writer and when she’s not out riding horses, she can usually be found sitting in front of her computer. She lives in Colorado with her three cats, her vampire-hunting dog Kira, her new horse and Traveler-in training, Triska, and her Irish Sailor.She is the author of many Vampire and Ghost-Hunting Dog stories and the young adult fantasy series Tales of the Travelers. She’s a member of the Horror Writers Association and the Dog Writers of America Association and the editor for Steampunk Trails fiction magazine.

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Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Blog Tour & Giveaway -Into the West by J.A. Campbell @jacampbellauth @sparklebooktour

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Into the West by J.A. Campbell

Audience: Young Adult 13+ - Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Time Travel, Adventure - Format: E –book - Publisher: Untold Press - Cover by: Sean Hayden, Untold Press - Pages: 287 - ASIN: B00X6TCUIM - Date Published: May 29 2015

A romantic, young adult, time travel adventure! 13+
Tina Harker is a typical teenager. She loves hanging with her friends at the mall, buying shoes, and getting manicures. Most of all, she loves horses. Her life is everything she wants until her father drags their family to Arizona. Now she’s living in a virtual ghost town in the middle of the desert, millions of miles from the nearest shopping center.
The one small highlight in the dreadful situation is the local ranch. They have a horse Tina can ride anytime she wants. Trying to make the best of her situation, Tina goes on her first cattle drive and gets a lot more adventure than she expected.
Bandits, cattle thieves, and a really cute cowboy are only the beginning as she finds out the ranch she is coming to love is in grave danger. Can Tina find the strength to travel back in time and save the ranch when her very life is on the line? It’s no simple trip to the mall, but with a little help from her cowboy, she might just save the day

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So, how is it?
Tina stared at her phone, amazed she had cell service, then back out the window of her parents' car.
OMG. Just…OMG. I can't believe they're doing this to me, she texted back.
When Jessica didn't reply, Tina sighed. It's like being on Mars. All red and brown and flat. No trees. Some mountains, I guess. Alien. Horrible. She sent that text and waited.
Her phone beeped, searching for signal, then found reception again.
Hugs. I'll come visit soon. I miss you. Gotta go. TTYL.
Tina put her phone away and stared out the window. She saw nothing out there. No stores, no restaurants, no school, no people. Just empty desert–horrible.
"Honey, we're almost there," her mom said, sounding excited.
"Almost where?" she muttered, crossing her arms and glaring at her feet.
Her dad glanced over his shoulder with a big grin on his face. "Almost home, sweetheart."
"Almost to hell," she said, even more quietly so her parents wouldn't hear. Even the radio broadcast more static than music as reception faded in and out.
Tina went back to staring out the window since it was marginally more interesting than her feet. She supposed she would have to get used to the view. Like it or not, she couldn't escape this hellhole until she went to college. The next two years would drag before she could return to lush green trees that dotted the concrete sea of New Jersey.
Her dad slowed and turned off the highway onto a dirt road. The car bumped, waking her little sister, Betsy.
"Are we there yet?" Her sister stretched and glanced out the window. She paused mid-stretch and Tina could see the surprise on her face. "Wow!"
Tina shook her head. Of course Betsy would be excited.
"This is so cool!" She bounced in her seat. Or maybe that was the potholes in the road. Did they ever fix things out here?
Tina ground her teeth. All she could see in the distance were more of the weird, red mountain things and a dirt road stretching to nowhere. "Where is this place we're supposed to be going?"
"Home, sweetie," her mom said in a sugary sweet tone.
"Sure, if we were Martians."
"Tina Harker," her dad said. "Do not talk that way to your mother."
Tina sank down in her seat and crossed her arms again. This totally sucks, she thought to herself. She tried not to hit her head on the top of the sedan as they jolted down what was supposed to be a road.
"Hey, look, a house!" Betsy bounced again in her seat. This time Tina knew it wasn't just the bad road. "And, Tina, a horse. Maybe they'll let you ride it."
Tina sighed and tried to ignore her little sister. Her parents had obviously sold the ten-year-old on the adventure, but Tina had left more behind than Betsy. Not wanting to see any horses right now, she didn't even try to look. She missed Frankie, the thoroughbred she had leased for over a year. It wasn't fair that she had to leave him behind. Tina had planned on buying him, but with the move, there was no way. Her parents had told her there were plenty of horses in Arizona and she'd find one there. They didn't understand. She didn't want just any horse. She wanted her horse.
Tears welled in her eyes, and she took a couple of deep breaths, trying not to cry.
A few minutes later, they passed another house on Tina's side of the car and she couldn't help but stare. A fence surrounded a large, dusty yard. The front porch seemed welcoming, except that one side sagged dangerously and the chipped tan paint peeled badly.
She wondered if anyone actually lived there. She didn't see anyone, but saw a swing set in the yard and a rusty pickup parked in the backyard. It reminded her of a bad T.V. show.
Ages later, they passed a couple more houses in better repair than the last. Finally her dad pulled off the bumpy non-road onto another bumpy non-road. They continued for another small eternity before Tina saw a cluster of buildings that looked like stores. Her dad turned down something like a main street and stopped in front of one of the small stores.
"Welcome to Golton, kids."
Tina looked around her, horrified. "I thought you said we were moving to a town."
Her dad smiled at her and opened the car door. "It's a ghost town."
Tina stared while he got out and stretched. The hot blast of dry air made sweat bead on her forehead, and then quickly dry. She felt like her skin would crack. Her dad shut the door, but with the car off, it would heat up fast. She didn't want to get out, but she couldn't stay in. Betsy had already jumped out and, as usual, bounced around her dad.
The heat made her wish she were wearing a halter-top, but the intense sun made her glad that her shirt covered her shoulders. The tan she had from riding her horse wasn't enough to protect her.
She wondered if her dad joked about this being Golton. Forget about ghosts. There was nothing here to haunt.
"Come on, honey, let's go see the store."
Tina sighed. Maybe it would be air-conditioned.
Her dad talked quietly with the man behind the counter. The store had a little of everything, but not much of any one thing, and no variety. If you wanted toothpaste, you got Crest. If you wanted apples, you got red. Tina folded her arms across her chest and tried to pretend she was in a bad horror movie and she'd eventually be rescued and taken back to civilization, but not before the movie-monster got her sister.
Speaking of horror movies...Tina picked up a book called Missing in Arizona. The intro page said something about Golton being an area with a large number of disappearances.
"Tina, come here for a minute," her dad called.
She hastily put down the book, hoping it was a joke, and joined her dad. Betsy shook the clerk's hand.
"Tina, this is Mike. He owns this store," her dad said.
The man behind the counter had the brownest skin she'd ever seen with short, jet black hair and an easy grin. He looked about her dad's age, forty or so.
"Hi," Tina said, smiling, and trying not to stare. She offered her hand and managed not to ask Mike if he was a real Indian.
Betsy had the benefit of being ten. "Tina, guess what? He's a real Indian. A Nav…" She hesitated and looked up at Mike.
He smiled down at the little girl. "Navajo."
"Betsy, they are Native Americans," Tina's mom said, sounding horrified.
Mike smiled at Betsy and winked. "Navajo," he repeated.
"It's nice to meet you," Tina said, glad to meet another human in this desolate waste.
"It's nice to meet you, too, Tina. Welcome to Golton. If there is anything you need and we don't have it here, I can probably order it for you." He smiled again. He had an accent, but Tina didn't know if it was because he was a Native American or an Arizonian.
"Thanks," Tina said. "Hey, that book back there said a lot of people go missing here. What's up with that?"
He shrugged. "Conspiracy theories mostly. Seems like people go hiking in the desert and get lost and die. Stay close to civilization until you know your way around and you'll be fine."
"Thanks!" Tina was glad to know that the book wasn't serious.
"It's good to see you again, Mike. I just wanted to introduce the girls and my wife," Tina's dad said.
"Oh, those government boys were by the house with your things yesterday. I stopped in, didn't seem like they were making too much of a mess, so I left them to it. My wife locked up after them. I'll call her and have her meet you there with the other set of keys," Mike said.
"Thanks." Her dad placed the money for Betsy's candy bar on the counter, and reached across to shake Mike's hand.
They spoke for a few more minutes, but Tina tuned her parents and Mike out and glanced at some of the knickknacks in the store.
Finally, her parents and Betsy headed for the door. Tina followed them outside.
"See, it's not so bad here," her dad said, opening the car door. "Lots of nice people."
Tina wondered where the other people were, but she didn't feel like getting into another argument. At least not right then.
The car had baked in the sun and it hadn't completely cooled down by the time her dad stopped again in front of a house. It was a two-story house with wooden siding and a large front porch. It looked like it may have been painted sometime in the past decade. As an added bonus, the porch only sagged slightly in the middle.
"There's a fence," Betsy said, bouncing again. "Can we get a dog, since we have a yard and a fence?"
Tina rolled her eyes. Their townhouse back in Jersey wasn't big enough for a dog, or at least that's what her parents kept saying.
"We'll talk about it once we get settled," her dad said.
"Cool." Betsy nodded, as if they had already decided they would get a dog.
Tina wondered if she could talk her parents into a horse if Betsy got a dog. She doubted it. Especially since the horse she wanted lived in New Jersey. Frankie probably wouldn't like it here anyway. Tina didn't.
The hot, dry air blasted her as she stepped out of the car. The paint was probably white at one point, but it looked kind of yellowish now, though it hadn't started to peel yet. It reminded Tina of a farmhouse out of an old movie.
Her mom had a funny expression on her face, kind of like the first time she'd tasted Betsy's cooking and had to pretend she liked it. She stared at the house.
Tina's dad put his arm around her and gave her a hug. "Just needs a little fixing up."
"Well, let's go explore," her mom said after another few moments of silence. She sounded as cheery as before, but Tina wasn't quite convinced. Betsy, on the other hand, seemed excited.
"Look, we're in a real house, with space and stuff. Can we get a swing set?" She bounced up the front porch and tried the doorknob. "It's locked."
"I have the key," her dad said, following Betsy.
Tina placed her foot gingerly on the steps up to the front door. They also sagged in the middle, but at least held her weight.
"Tina, I bet it's haunted," Betsy said once they were inside. "Look at this old picture. Think she's still here?"
Betsy pointed to a portrait of a woman on the wall. She wore a bonnet like in an old movie and a dress with flowers on it. Tina wasn't sure, but she thought the woman might have been a Native American.
Her dad laughed. "Mike assured me the house wasn't haunted. This house has been in his family for a long time."
"I thought Indians lived in teepees," Betsy said.
"Some of them used to, honey. Most of them live in houses these days," Tina's mom said.
Tina turned away from the picture. A lighter spot on the yellowed wallpaper next to it had probably held another picture. She noticed stairs to the second floor that started right by the front door. The bare wood floor looked polished, probably by years of footsteps. The kitchen was straight back from the front door, and there was another room opened off to her left. Their new house didn't seem terribly large, but it was bigger than their townhome in Jersey.
Huffing, Tina glanced around. "Is there electricity?"
Both her mom and dad gave her the don't-be-ridiculous look.
"Hey, a fireplace," Betsy shouted from the living room. "Can we have a fire, Mom?"
"When it is cooler, dear."
Tina sighed and followed the sound of her sister's voice into the living room. Their stylish leather couch and loveseat were completely out of place across from the stone fireplace. Boxes were stacked everywhere and spilled into the kitchen. She wandered toward the kitchen.
Betsy screamed.