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Jojo Debrazza is a writer of young adult and children’s fiction. The Charm is her debut YA novella. Jojo has a vivid imagination and likes to make up stories. Her friends call it lying but she calls it writing. She lives mainly in a dream world with her partner and a house full of small furry animals. It’s a carefree happy place where everything is bright and fluffy. Jojo’s other passion is football (soccer). As well as playing and helping to run a club she works as a football development officer in Cambridgeshire, England.

Book Tour – Bewitching Hannah by Leigh Goff

Being
a witch is the last thing she wants…
Bewitching Hannah
Leigh Goff
Publisher: Mirror World Publishing
Publish Date: September 17, 2017
Genre(s): YA, Fantasy, Romance

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About Bewitching Hannah:

Sixteen-year-old Hannah Fitzgerald has always known she is descended from a troubled legacy of magic. Although a stranger to her coven in Annapolis, she is no stranger to grief and denial. However, when an ancient prophecy reveals the rise of a young, powerful Chesapeake witch and the impending death of another, she realizes she can no longer afford to suppress the magic that has taken away so much. She seeks out the frighteningly scarred, yet mysterious W, a Calvert descendant who is destined to change her life, but even he cannot prepare her for the danger that lies ahead. Engaged in a deadly game without knowing who her true rival is, Hannah isn’t certain she will survive, and if she loses she may lose everything, including the ones she loves.

Read an Excerpt:

Lightning flashed, followed by a rumble of thunder, jolting me alert. A tempest churned over the Chesapeake Bay and was rolling toward town. I stared at the clouds, ready to calculate how much time we had before the rain hit. Another bright flash of white-hot lightning forked across the purplish-black sky. One, two…twenty.

Boom.

The storm was at least four miles away. I pressed a hand over my chest, feeling the thumping slow.

I glanced at Aunt J, who was no longer bopping her head to the bad music. Instead, she blinked over and over, and rubbed her eyes with one hand.

“If you’re tired, I can drive.” Who needed a license when I’d already mastered a moped along with the Green Briar golf carts?

Her slender fingers searched for me as if I were a ghost she could only hear. She grasped my arm tightly.

“Hannah?” Panic drenched her voice.

My eyes widened. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t see. I mean, I see something, but it’s not the road. What’s wrong with me?”

I peered out the windshield. A distant telephone pole grew bigger as her foot stuck to the accelerator.

A frightening swell of adrenaline flooded my veins, sending my heart into a frenzy. “Stop!” I yelled, but she was frozen with fright. I grabbed the steering wheel and threw my leg over to jam on the brake pedal.

It was too late. Absolute silence fell over us in the grim second before we plowed into the pole. My lower body slammed into the dashboard while the seatbelt squeezed hard against my ribs. Metal groaned. White bubbles deployed. Glass shattered with a scream. Or maybe the scream was mine. The car groaned to a halt with a hiss and clank.

Stillness settled over us. My head was reeling as I checked myself for injuries. Bursts of pain sparked from my chest and leg.

“Hannah?” Aunt J’s quivering voice reached out.

I pried my eyes open. She had escaped her seatbelt. Her lips and hands were trembling, but I saw no blood or broken skin. Inwardly, I sighed with relief.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

I sucked in a shallow breath. “Me? Fine,” I managed, not wanting to stress her out, but I struggled to breathe and my left leg was wedged under the intruding dashboard.

She reached over, wiping her hands across my cheeks and forehead, dusting away crumbs of glass. She touched her trembling fingers to the seatbelt release and pressed on it, over and over. “Come on, dammit. Let go.”

I pushed her hand away, restraining a whimper. “It’s okay. Go get help.”

She nodded and with a hard push, shoved her door open. “I’ll be right back.”

A heavy silence fell over the car’s interior until a hiss sounded from the engine. Within seconds, the smell of burning oil seeped in through the vents.

One toxic breath went deeper than I meant it to. “Ow!” I coughed and writhed beneath the unyielding seatbelt like a five-year-old having a tantrum. Panic swept over me as I struggled for freedom.

Stress vibrated deep in my gut. Self-soothe, self-soothe, I reminded myself. The air grew thicker with burning oil and a starburst of pain wracked my body. I was going to die. Unless…

No. How could I even think it? There had to be another way because what if I couldn’t send it back? What if it took me to the same terrible place it had taken them?

I peered out the windows, searching. There was no one. I turned my focus on the glove box. Maybe Aunt J kept a knife in there or a pair of floral scissors. I pushed the button hard, again and again. Jammed. My heart raced.

A burst of smoke puffed into the car’s interior. I coughed and closed my eyes. The pressure on my leg intensified and the sickening fumes filled me with dread. Eff it. I balled my hands into fists.

I recalled the spell I’d overheard my dad utter once. I recited it in my head before casting, making sure I had it right. “By the power of fire, I do summon and churn, and call thee forth to blaze and burn.”

I stopped breathing, trying to sense any changes. I felt no different. And then it filled my core like a warm sphere of energy. Quickly, the power expanded into a blazing inferno. My back arched, pressing me harder into the seatbelt as my internal fire surged. Every cell jolted awake. My heart pounded out of control as I imagined channeling the smoldering energy. Suddenly, my hands tingled with intense power. I swallowed hard and aimed my fingers at the strap. The fiery threads trickled out in a wiggly pattern until I steadied my hand. The seatbelt burned orange, then cooled to black before separating.

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Exclusive Excerpt – Spellhaven by Sandra Unerman

The Unseen Spirits must be entertained, so that the city may prosper……
About the Book:

In the summer of 1914, Jane Fairchild, a young English musician, is kidnapped by magic and sent to Spellhaven, an island city ruled by magicians. Here, peace and prosperity are maintained with the assistance of Unseen Spirits bound to the service of the Lords Magician. The Spirits must be kept in good humour by the performance of all kinds of shows, dance, drama and music. Jane is one of many people kidnapped from the outside world and forced to contribute to these entertainments for a set period of service.

Only Jane is having none of it. She will not perform for her kidnapper, Lucian Palafox, but agrees to undertake an apprenticeship with another magician impresario, provided she is taught magic in return. Jane’s forays into magic lead her deeper within the mysteries of Spellhaven, her rivalry with Lucian escalates and the quarrels between them grow strong enough to shake the city to its foundations.

Genres: Fantasy, Adventure

Release Date:  August 17, 2017
Publisher:  Mirror World Publishing

 

Exclusive Excerpt:

Hours later she was seized with panic. If she kept walking, her legs knew the right way to go and her headache remained bearable, but she had lost all sense of where she was in the countryside. She could not see any landmarks that fitted what she knew of the Chilterns. Her feet were sore and her back ached. But more frightening than being lost was the suspicion that she was not in control of her own movements; that some nameless force was choosing her way and driving her forward. As soon as this thought crystallised in her mind, she decided to test it. She halted and this time she forced herself to turn round. At once the pain in her head tightened so that she could hardly see. As she took one step back the way she had come and then another, cramps twisted her legs and shoulders until she fell to the ground and rolled around, whimpering. She clutched her music bag and cradled it to her breasts.

When she could stand again, she no longer knew which direction she had come from, but it did not matter. She let her mind go blank and plodded onwards. She looked at the mark on her arm, which was dark and seemed to have gathered weight, as though it was growing downwards inside her skin. She was angry and afraid but she did not think she would survive another attempt to break away.

The evening was cool by the time she came to the side of a river and saw a rowing boat, small and battered, pulled up onto a mud slide. She was no oarswoman and in her ordinary state she would not have taken a boat that did not belong to her. She could not even tell how leaky it might be. But these thoughts slipped quickly out of her mind, set against the knowledge that she could not keep still and that her feet would not carry her much further. She inched the boat back into the water and scrambled over the side.

She did not attempt to row; at first she sat upright, one oar gripped between her hands, in case she had to fend off rocks or steer away from weeds, but the boat moved past such hazards faster than she could react to them. She was very tired. The night was clear, more like deep twilight than full darkness. Starlight gleamed on twists in the current, pale scrapes of stone or leaves along the banks, alarmingly close or puzzlingly distant, but all these glimpses rushed past at dizzying speed. Before long, Jane set down the oar and curled herself into the bottom of the boat, which was almost dry. She put her head on the rowing bench and fell asleep.

She never knew how long that journey lasted. She woke now and then to see daylight and black cliffs on either side of the boat or woods of gnarled trees with yellow leaves which belonged nowhere in an English July. And at least once she woke at night to hear owls call and fish splash around her, but the boat swept onwards and sleep was less painful than staying awake.

When the boat stopped, she knew she would have to rouse herself. She sat up stiffly and found she was beached on a gentle slope of sand, surrounded by a thick mist. She could smell the sea and light shone from somewhere above her. She clambered out of the boat and crawled up the slope, her music bag slung at her back.

At the top was a paved causeway and mist in all directions. She could hear the surge of waves and the calls of gulls but she could see nothing except far off down the Causeway. There white walls shone under the sun. She looked around while the mist turned and shifted in gusts of cold wind but nothing else came clearly into sight. At her end of the Causeway loomed dark shapes, which might have been cliffs at the mouth of the river or might not. In any case, she could again feel the pains that had driven her there. They had been quiescent while the boat carried her onwards but now they flared up again and harried her towards those white walls. She stumbled onwards, stiff and slow at first, and then more steadily. Near her destination, she came abruptly out of the mist. She faced a city on an island, where battlemented walls encircled towers of golden brown, grey stone houses, bridges, trees, and fountains in rising layers on a great hill. She halted in admiration and amazement but her fever drove her on before she had time for a proper look.

The Causeway led to an open gate in the city wall, under an arch wide enough for a steam engine. The front bristled with spears from which hung many-coloured banners, flapping in the wind. Jane could not pause to study their devices but hurried desperately on. Then, as soon as she walked under the arch, she stopped. Her fever vanished away, as suddenly as if she had been dragged here in the claws of an invisible lion, which had now released her. And she felt mauled and half-eaten, like a lion’s prey, barely able to remember who she was or what it would mean to take decisions of her own accord.

A man in a cloak with badges came towards her and spoke in a language she did not know. She stared at him and he tried more words. ‘Where is this place? Do you speak English?’ Jane said.

But she fainted before any answer came.

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Sandra Unerman lives in London in the UK. When she retired from a career as a Government lawyer, she undertook an MA in Creative Writing at Middlesex University, specialising in SF and fantasy, and graduated in 2013. Since then, she has had a number of short stories published. In 2016, these included stories in Three Drops from a Cauldron, the Midwinter issue and Aurora Wolf, the September issue, both available online. She writes reviews and articles for the British Science Fiction Association and the British Fantasy Society. She is a member of London Clockhouse writers and other writing groups. Her interests include history, folklore and medieval literature.

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Bull-Knox Sunflower Contest 2017 Winners Announced

Judging of the Bull-Knox Sunflower Contest 2017 took place on Saturday 5th August.

Judge Bowd measured the contenders for the tallest flower and named Em&Em the winner:

Em&Em winner of the Bull-Knox Sunflower Contest 2017
Taller than Clarky
Em&Em winner of the Bull-Knox Sunflower Contest 2017
One Em of Em&Em and Judge Bowd

On receiving the award, Clarky, the shorter half of duo Em&Em said, “I’m very proud to have won this contest. Being small, I never thought I’d win a competition for the tallest anything!”

New for 2017, the Indie Award, was introduced in memory of the beautiful bunny and chief sunflower slayer, Indie. Pauline and Mick had the task of picking the prettiest flower for this award and declared Shmelling the winner:

Shmelling - Winner of the Indie Award 2017
Pretty flower
Indie Award winners
Indie Award winners, Short and Melling, aka Shmelling!

Melling, said, “It’s an honour to win the Indie Award for the prettiest flower. Our weedy plant was almost destroyed by snails in its early days but it just goes to show that an ugly duckling can turn into a beautiful swan.”

Many of the flowers are yet to bloom so I’ll post their pictures when they come out to say hello.

Thanks for following the Bull-Knox Sunflower Contest 2017 and to all the competitors. You’re all winners!

Bobaul and Bears are Early Bloomers

Bobaul was the first sunflower to show its pretty yellow face in the Bull-Knox Sunflower Contest 2017. Bears followed, revealing a beautiful orangey red flower.

As gorgeous as they are, the early bloomers may have peaked too soon (putting their energy into displaying their flowers rather than reaching for the sky) to be able to catch the tallest competitors. However, they are both still in with a chance of winning the new award for 2017: The Indie Award for the prettiest flower.

With 10 days to go the tallest flower is hard to call with Em&Em, Shmelling, Pears and Gibbles all striving towards the sun.

Sunflowers along a blue fence
Race to the sky
Headless sunflower
Steclaire has lost its head!

Sad news for Steclaire who, although the plant still looks healthy, was found to be headless. The perpetrator of this horrific attack has not been found but a trail of slime was found on the upper leaves. I’m not sure if it’s scientifically possible but I’m rooting (sorry about the pun) for Steclaire to grow a new head and get back in the race.

The official judging takes place on 5th August 2017.

 

Sad News for the Bull-Knox Sunflower Contest

Indie, the chief sunflower slayer, has passed away. Indie has been a big fan of the sunflower contest since it began and can be seen below hopping past the first flowers as a baby in 2014.

Indie (rabbit) and the sunflowers
Indie and the sunflowers

The next year she realised how tasty the flowers were and, along with her sister Pongo, fought through all defences to devour the plants.

Indie gave the competition an element of danger and will be hugely missed. But don’t worry, Pongo is still waiting to pounce on any sunflowers should they get too heavy and fall from their current safety on the fence.

Despite the sadness, the contest goes on and Gibbles has reached above the rest.

Sunflowers along a blue fence
Gibbles takes the lead

Shmelling has enjoyed a growth spurt and is  now neck and neck in second place with previous leader Em&Em.  Pears, Gramps, Bears, Steclaire and Choltman are hot  on their heels. Although slightly shorter, Ricarah, Bobaul, Bull-Knox, Moomins and Amme are all looking strong and could make a late burst. Judging takes place on 5th August. Who will be the tallest?

Glastonbury 2017 – One Line Reviews

Glastonbury 2017 was fantastic. I love the wear-what-you-like vibe, the bright flags, colourful bins, Brothers cider, weird stuff, amazing food, the giant fire and music blasting spider, and the fact it’s acceptable to wash down your breakfast with a gin. There is also some music going on. Here are my one line reviews of who we saw:

Glass Animals (Friday, BBC Introducing Stage) – Nice and chilled.

Blossoms (Friday, Pyramid Stage) – I’d prefer them if he cut his hair.

Declan McKenna (Friday, John Peel Stage) – Pleasant to sleep to.

George Ezra (Friday, Other Stage) – Good soundtrack to DIY henna tattoos.

Radiohead (Friday, Pyramid Stage) – Watched for 40 minutes and didn’t know any songs so went to the circus instead.

In Heaven (Saturday, John Peel Stage) – Background music to more henna tattoos.

The Amazons (Saturday, John Peel Stage) – Gave me an appetite to eat junk food.

Busted (Saturday, Avalon Stage) – Should have headlined Friday night.

Katy Perry (Saturday, Pyramid Stage) – Unexpectedly brilliant.

Birdy (Saturday, Avalon Stage) – Soundtrack to UV face painting.

Foo Fighters (Saturday, Pyramid Stage) – Awesome.

Dropkick Murphy (Sunday, Other Stage) – Fun but a bit screamy.

Rag ‘n’ Bone Man (Sunday, Other Stage) – Expected better but he’s only human.

Kodaline (Sunday, Other Stage) – Nice to relax with a gin to.

Haim (Sunday, Other Stage) – Pleasant to sleep off gin to.

Biffy Clyro (Sunday, Pyramid Stage) – Bifftastic.

Ed Sheeran (Sunday, Pyramid Stage) – Fun, jam packed Sunday sing-a-long.

 

 

Midway sunflower contest measurements have been taken

The heat is on in the Bull-Knox Sunflower Contest 2017. Em&Em and Gibbles are still the tallest but Gramps is not far behind. Bears, Pears and Shmelling have all enjoyed a growth spurt in this sunny weather. The official judging  takes place in less than seven weeks but the competitors have been measured today to check their progress.

Sunflowers in the Bull-Know Sunflower Contest
Midway measurements have been taken

From left to right:

Pears – 61cm
Gramps – 66cm
Ricarah – 46cm
Em&Em – 71cm
Bears – 61cm
Steclaire – 57cm
Choltman – 59cm
Bobaul – 48cm
Bull-Knox – 44cm
Moomins – 43cm
Shmelling – 61cm
Amme – 48cm
Gibbles – 71cm

Meanwhile, Snail Removal Agent Knox has been busy keeping the flowers safe from unwanted visitors.

Knox removing a snail from a sunflower
Snail removal

 

Summer Reading Book Tour – Obsession by JoAnne Keltner

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Some obsessions know no boundary…not even death.

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Abby had the perfect life: shopping sprees at the mall, a pool in her backyard, a dream bedroom, a BFF… That is, until her family moved to the backwoods of Wisconsin.

Abby plans to prove this backwoods dump is no place for a thirteen-year-old. So when her parents hire a carpenter and his son, Greg, she hangs out with the older boy to make her parents worry. But Greg turns out to be a total creep, and although Abby tells him she doesn’t like him, he continues to make her life miserable, watching her, trying to get close to her, threatening her.

What’s creepier is the mysterious brown-haired girl that keeps appearing and disappearing without saying a word. When Abby finds the girl’s diary in the outbuilding, she learns that they share a common enemy, Greg.

Will they share the same fate too?

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JoAnne Keltner is the author of Goth Girl, Virgin Queen (Solstice Publishing, 2015) and Obsession (Musa Publishing, 2013 ed.). As an only child and avid daydreamer, she spent hours alone in her backyard on the South Side of Chicago, which she imagined to be everything from an alien planet to Antarctica. She currently lives in Raleigh, North Carolina, with her husband, four dogs, cat, and three chickens. When she isn’t writing or freelance editing, she’s obsessively streaming popular TV shows.

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Release Day Exclusive Excerpt – Lost and Found

 

Fairy Falls was bores-ville from the get-go. Then the animals started talking… 
 
 

The Fairy Falls Animal Shelter is in trouble. Money trouble. It’s up to an old calico cat named Whiskey—a shelter cat who has mastered the skill of observation—to find a new human pack leader so that their home will be saved. With the help of Nobel, the leader of the shelter dogs, the animals set out to use the ancient skill of telepathy to contact any human who bothers to listen to them. Unfortunately for fifteen-year-old Meagan Walsh, she hears them, loud and clear.

Forced to live with her Aunt Izzy in the safe and quiet town of Fairy Falls, Meagan is caught stealing and is sentenced to do community hours at the animal shelter where her aunt works. Realizing Meagan can hear her, Whiskey realizes that Meagan just might have the pack leader qualities necessary to save the animals. Avoiding Whiskey and the rest of shelter animals becomes impossible for Meagan, so she finally gives in and promises to help them. Meagan, along with her newfound friends, Reid Robertson and Natalie Knight, discover that someone in Fairy Falls is not only out to destroy the shelter, but the animals as well. Can Meagan convince her aunt and co-workers that the animals are in danger? If she fails, then all the animals’ voices will be silenced forever.

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“You have some news?” Nobel asked, cutting into Whiskey’s thoughts.

She jumped. “Yes,” she answered, and then decided to lick her leg. “This morning, while I was curled up on the chair in the office, I heard the Bossy One talking into one of those small, shiny things humans call a phone.”

Nobel lay on his blanket and crossed his big paws. “Did you understand any of her words?”

Whiskey stopped grooming. “Some, but you won’t like it.”

Nobel’s ears rose. “I don’t like the Bossy One to begin with. What comes out of her mouth is mostly garble and she stinks like a dead skunk.”

“I think you’ve just insulted skunks everywhere, my friend,” Whisky mewed.

Nobel growled impatiently. Whiskey sighed and said, “From what human words I know, I heard ‘no money’ repeated many times.”

“Money?” Nobel asked, inclining his furry head. “What is money?”

“Something humans need to survive on.”

“Survive on? Explain.”

Whiskey frowned. Sometimes dogs were thick-headed. “Money, my friend, allows the humans to eat well, sleep in a safe place, and cover their bodies with the strange hairless outerwear they call clothes. Clearly, ‘no money’ means the humans cannot function very well.”

“So how does ‘no money’ affect us?” Nobel asked.

“I also heard the word ‘shelter’ after ‘no money’, meaning that the humans who care for us can no longer provide us with the food we eat, the blankets we sleep on, and all the comforts we’ve come to expect of this place.” Whiskey’s ears lowered. “No money, my friend, means this shelter will not be around much longer.”

“What?!” Nobel howled. “But this is our place, our sanctuary! She can’t make it go away!”

“The Bossy One will if she doesn’t come up with enough money soon. I sensed her fear, her desperation. She sounded broken.”

Nobel snarled. “The Bossy One has become weak! Her weakness endangers the pack! Do you think the other Ones who take care of us will do something about this?”

Whiskey sat silent for a few moments. Who might challenge the Bossy One? She thought about it. The Kind One? The Loud One? The Quiet One? The Quick One? Which human might be dominant enough to do this? The whimpering had dulled down and snoring replaced the barking. Her body twitched as if electricity surged through it.

Louis stirred in his sleep. “Get her. Bite her. Chew. Chew. Chew.” He snapped his jaws and flailed his long legs.

“Shut up, you fool!” Mary Jane growled. She picked up her rubber toy and shook it viciously.

Whiskey’s ears pricked up as she realized something. “Fool, no. Genius, yes.”

Nobel leaned closer to his kennel door. “I don’t quite follow.”

“That’s because you’re the pack leader. You never follow. Don’t you see?”

Nobel gave her a vacant look. His whiskered brown brows bobbed up and down in thought.

Whiskey fluffed her jowls. “It’s simple. The shelter needs a new pack leader to survive. In order to do that all the animals must join forces to help find a stronger human who can stand up to the Bossy One.”

“And how do we do that, seeing as most of us are in cages?”

“By using what nature gave us,” Whiskey meowed, locking eyes with Nobel. “We send our thoughts to any human who will listen.”

Nobel’s brows rose. “But…what if it doesn’t work?”

Whiskey stretched again, allowing her paws to knead the air before her. “Then, my friend, we will need what humans call a miracle.”

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Kindle File Size: 667 KB
Print Length: 203 pages
Publication Date: June 17, 2017
ASIN: B0713S1DCR

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Sharon Ledwith is the author of the middle-grade/young adult time travel adventure series, THE LAST TIMEKEEPERS, and the teen psychic mystery series, MYSTERIOUS TALES FROM FAIRY FALLS. When not writing, researching, or revising, she enjoys reading, exercising, anything arcane, and an occasional dram of scotch. Sharon lives a serene, yet busy life in a southern tourist region of Ontario, Canada, with her hubby, one spoiled yellow Labrador and a moody calico cat.

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