Sep 23, 2024

Book Blitz SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY by Anna Gomez GIVEAWAY

Somewhere Along the Way
Anna Gomez
Publication date: September 24th 2024
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Charlotte “Charlie” Hastings never missed her mother. But when Charlie’s late father visits her in a dream and reveals the letters her mother had written to him over the years, she begins yearning for a connection she never desired to make. Reeling from a mix of emotions, Charlie embarks on a soul-searching cross-country journey to California to find the mother she thought she never needed.

Along the way, she stumbles upon Graham Mead, a mysterious stranger with a secret identity, who becomes her unexpected travel companion. Each pit stop reveals new truths from her mother’s letters, unveiling a poignant love story and the reasons behind her departure. From state to state, Charlie and Graham unravel their pasts, confront their fears, and discover a love that goes beyond their personal journeys.

But as they reach their destination, they must face the harsh reality of their separate lives: Charlie needs to find her mother, and Graham needs to rebuild his life. Pulled in different directions, can they find each other in the right place and at the right time, twice?

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SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY is a must-read for anyone who believes in the magic of unexpected encounters and the healing power of love.

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Author Bio:

Anna Gomez is a hopeless romantic who writes about real life, flawed characters and the saving grace of unconditional love. Her experience of living and growing up in a foreign country plays a large part in her stories. Her full-time career and ability to travel extensively also add flair and individuality to the vividly written settings in her books. They transport the reader to faraway places and make them feel like they’ve been there before. Anna’s inspiration stems from the people she meets and the places that she’s seen. Her stories are realistic and honest, thought-provoking and impactful. Her love for poetry is evident in her writing style. Prior to writing this book, Anna wrote under the pen name Christine Brae, with six books which have won literary awards and ranked as bestsellers upon release.

Anna is Partner and Chief Financial Officer of one of the world's largers global advertising agencies. She lives in Indiana with her husband and sheepadoodle, Izzy.

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Aug 18, 2024

Book Blitz - giveaway ANTI-HERO BLUES by Christopher Lee Rippee

I am so excited that the paperback of ANTI-HERO BLUES by Christopher Lee Rippee is available now and that I get to share the news!

If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book, be sure to check out all the details below.

This blitz also includes a giveaway for a $10 Amazon Gift Card courtesy of Christopher & Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, check out the giveaway info below.

 

About The Book:

Title: ANTI-HERO BLUES

Author: Christopher Lee Rippee

Pub. Date: August 16, 2024

Publisher: Balance of Seven

Formats:  Hardcover, Paperback, eBook, Audiobook

Pages: 400

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How do you save a world that believes you're the villain?

In Union City, where superpowered vigilantes are celebrated as saviors, rebellious grad-student Brandon Carter sees them as anything but. Haunted by the death of his father at the hands of a masked "hero," Brandon's defiance might have landed him in a jail cell if not for his gift for physics.

At twenty-three, Brandon is on the precipice of success. Using his research, his team is just one test away from a world-changing scientific breakthrough-a test that nearly ends in catastrophe due to an "error" in the code.

With the project set for termination, Brandon throws caution to the wind, sneaking back into the lab to rerun the test in secret. But when a mysterious, powerful assassin attacks him and sabotages the experiment, a devastating explosion levels the lab.

Against all odds, Brandon survives, transformed in mind and body. With his life on the line and no idea who to trust, he sets out to uncover the truth behind the attack, gain control of his strange, new powers, and protect those he loves-even if it means saving a world that would label him a supervillain.

 

Excerpt:

ONE

Failed Experiment

You want to know about the explosion and the pillar of fire in the sky at the Resistance Day celebration? What happened to Vincent Vaydan? Sure, we’ll get  there, but we need to start at the beginning.

It all went off the rails the day we turned MICSy on. 

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Union City University and the Vaydan Institute for Experimental Physics, welcome!” Claire’s South London accent colored her  greeting as she smiled at the research review committee.  She was really turning on the charm, which made sense  given that the committee could pull the plug on our project with an email. 

That worried me, but not as much as the possibility  of blowing us all up in the next few minutes. My heart  pounded against my rib cage as I raced through the pre-ignition checklist for the twentieth time, trying to focus. With my hands shaking and a tangled snarl of anxiety, excitement, and dread roiling in my stomach, I  glanced at the clock. 

9:57 a.m. 

Three minutes until the moment of truth. 

On the dubious bright side, if the test went badly, I  wouldn’t have a lot of time for regrets. 

“We have what will undoubtedly be an exciting  morning in store!”  

Dr. Claire Wright was the head of our research  team, my mentor, and basically a member of my family.  She was in her fifties, having spent her life climbing to the  top of her field. Despite her professional stature, Claire  was only five foot five in two-inch heels, and slim. Short,  iron-gray hair framed a face that seemed cheery despite  her aura of cool professionalism. As usual, she wore an  elegantly conservative blazer and matching skirt. 

For our test run, she’d gone with navy blue. A few members of the research oversight committee  were clumped by the door. Most were watching remotely.  We’d expected a better turnout, but I suspected the de sire to be present for a scientific breakthrough was outweighed by an aversion to the possibility of sudden energetic events—explosions, for the nonscientific. Two representatives from the physics department  chatted with the Vaydan Industries contingent, a suit in  his late twenties named Ashcroft and a tall woman I  hadn’t met, while Dr. Clifford from the Department of  Energy, a grumpy-looking bureaucrat in a tweed jacket  older than I was, glowered at everyone from behind an  impressive mustache. 

The lab used to be a bomb shelter, so it wasn’t exactly spacious. Despite taking every safety precaution  imaginable, the chance of us causing a massive explosion in a couple of minutes was slightly greater than zero, so it  was good we were wrapped in concrete and steel a dozen  feet underground. Unfortunately, it also meant the lab  was a cramped maze of fabrication machines, workstations, and bundles of wiring taped to the floor. Most of the equipment was impressive, but none of  it compared to the machine in the middle of the room. Claire turned to me and the rest of the team standing  awkwardly in front of the machine that dominated the  lab. “These individuals represent some of the brightest  young minds in our field, and they deserve the real accolades. Despite my title, all I did was approve purchase  orders.” Claire’s smile turned mischievous. “Rarely in a  scientist’s career does one have the opportunity to take  so much credit for doing so little.” 

The observers chuckled. 

She gestured to Harvey, who nodded curtly before  looking away. 

“Dr. Zhang comes to us from the University of  Toronto and specializes in the computational modeling  of energetic systems.”  

Harvey was pale and thin, with a mop of stylishly  unkempt black hair. Dressed in a tight, black button down and fitted jeans, Harvey looked more like a model  than a mathematician. He’d seemed like an asshole when  we first met, but he just wasn’t great with people. I  wouldn’t have called us friends, but we weren’t far from  it. 

He didn’t smile as the observation group shifted  their collective gaze to him. He made most stoics seem  emotionally unhinged. 

“Next is Dr. Itzel Rodriguez,” Claire continued. “Dr. Rodriguez is a mechanical engineer from the University of Mexico, by way of MIT. She specializes in exotic matter containment and applied xenotechnology.” Itzel was short, with an olive complexion and a mane  of wavy brown hair, streaked with blue, that surrounded  a face with round cheeks. She was in one of her many  science-pun T-shirts, battered jeans, and Chuck Taylors. Her shirt of the day had a smiling proton telling an  electron to be positive. 

Itzel’s endless enthusiasm almost made up for her  tendency to sing when she was excited. Nothing helped  complex engineering problems like lab karaoke. Still, I’d  put money on her winning a Nobel Prize. 

Vibrating with excitement, Itzel beamed when Claire  said her name. “It’s great to meet everyone,” she said,  with a hint of a Mexican accent. 

Claire pointed to our third team member. “Many of  you already know Dr. Nathan Chambers.” 

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. 

Barely. 

Nate was blandly handsome, with sandy-blond hair,  blue eyes, and the muscle tone of someone who worked  out for looks. Straightening his salmon polo, he smiled  with the casually smug air of a guy used to being showered  with praise. I guess it came with being the child of a  billionaire. 

Nate was the son and heir apparent of tech mogul  Jeremiah Chambers. His PhD was just part of preparing  for his legacy. 

As much as I disliked the rich, though, Nate’s money wasn’t why I couldn’t stand him. 

The guy was just awful. 

He ignored Harvey and treated Itzel like a waitress,  but he reserved his real contempt for me. I was the only one in the lab without a PhD, but that didn’t bother him  as much as the fact I’d grown up poor. 

The first time we met, Nate had asked Claire if she’d  given all her strays research projects. I’d asked him if he  was planning to be buried in his father’s shadow or just  live his whole life in it. 

It went downhill from there. 

As much as I hated the guy, though, Nate was good  at computational physics. It was why Claire had brought  him in on the project, even if his presence was a needle  in the heart of my chill. 

“And of course, I want to introduce Brandon Car ter.” Claire gestured to me, her smile expanding with  pride. “Brandon came to my attention years ago, thanks  to his high-school physics teacher.” 

Someone snickered. Maybe they’d been born with  an advanced degree. 

“While research is a team effort, Brandon’s equations—his revolutionary way of visualizing and modeling  gravitational waves in tandem with highly energetic systems—are this project’s foundation. The first time I read  the paper that launched all this,”—Claire gestured around the lab—“a paper Brandon wrote as a second-year under grad, I might add—I thought it was rubbish, mostly because I didn’t think what he was suggesting was possible.”  Claire chuckled. “When Brandon explained his work to  me, I realized I was holding something extraordinary.” 

The observers looked at me. Some seemed impressed; others, dubious or dismissive. 

I managed not to glare. 

Whatever they saw, I doubted physicist was the first  word that came to mind. Musician, maybe, if they were  being generous. Armed robber if they weren’t.

I was twenty-three and nearly six foot four, with a  wiry build and the colorless complexion of my Irish  roots. My hair was dark, a product of the Korean side of  my dad’s family, chopped short and shaved on the sides.  I wasn’t what people called handsome. Striking, maybe,  with deep-set hazel eyes under a heavy brow, a large nose,  prominent cheekbones, and a strong chin. 

My uniform—a hoodie, band shirt, jeans, and a pair  of boots, all black—didn’t exactly scream scientist. Neither did the tattoos that peeked out from beneath my  sleeves and spread across my hands. 

If asked, almost anyone who knew me growing up  would’ve said the only way I’d end up in a physics lab was  by robbing it. Before fifteen, I would have agreed. The  trajectory of my life hadn’t been aimed anywhere good. 

Why? 

Because a superhero killed my dad when I was eight. If it hadn’t been for that high-school science teacher  sending a paper I’d written to Claire, I probably would’ve  ended up in a jail cell instead of a lab. 

Claire smiled again. “Collectively, this team has  accomplished something monumental: the first step in  bridging the gulf between our world and the infinite other  worlds beyond.” 

She waved at the device behind us. “Our machine  uses alien matter to shape a gravitational distortion and  generate a microscopic breach in the membrane separating our reality from others, allowing us to receive electromagnetic radiation from a nearby multiversal strand. To  put it another way, we’ll be capturing radio signals from  parallel Earths.” 

The size of a cargo van, our machine might have  looked like a haphazard tangle of wires, cables, and components grafted at random to a metal frame, but  every module, field generator, and dedicated processor  had been custom built for this experiment. Collectively,  it represented three years of my life and more than $9  million of funding. 

The machine’s official name was the Multiversal  Intermembrane Communication System. We called her  MICSy. 

MICSy wasn’t pretty, but she didn’t need to be. At  her heart, straining against a xibrantium containment  bottle, was a piece of voidrium the size of a fingertip,  capable of generating enough gravity to punch a hole  through the fabric of space-time. 

Assuming the test didn’t kill us all in the next few  minutes. 

“That’s right. Some of you traveled two thousand  miles to watch us turn on the world’s most expensive  radio,” Claire said, eliciting more chuckles. “But if we’re  successful, the technology will pave the way for full matter  transference.” 

The multiverse wasn’t a theory. It was a fact made  hard to ignore by the occasional monster attacks and invaders from alternate timelines. Masks had been known  to travel to other multiversal threads, or parallel worlds,  and tread on strange and “undreamed shores,” to borrow  a phrase from Shakespeare. They did it in ways not easily  replicated, however: Magical portals. Falling through  black holes. 

If successful, we’d take a step toward making the trip  easier. 

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, shall we make history?” Claire turned to the team and raised an eyebrow. I looked at the clock, my stomach churning.

It was 10:01 a.m. 

Breaking apart, we headed to our workstations. Har vey and I were on one side of the room, monitoring the  control system and the voidrium to ensure the exotic  material’s energy output remained within the containment fields’ tolerances. On the other side, Itzel monitored MICSy’s power system, while Nate watched CPU  usage on the control-software servers to make sure they  didn’t crash. 

I glanced at the team. They seemed as nervous as I  felt, even Nate, who had the least to lose, outside his life. Taking a breath, I pulled up the ignition sequence.  “Everyone ready?” 

Harvey nodded. 

“Make it so!” Itzel chirped. 

“Get on with it, Carter,” Nate groused. 

“Here we go.” I took another deep breath and  clicked the initialize button. 

The refrigerator-sized xenotech power block began  to vibrate, and MICSy hummed as she generated a series  of overlapping containment fields. The smell of ozone  filled the air, but the diagnostics showed everything as  nominal. 

“Containment fields on, control system running,” I  breathed. “How are we looking on your end, Itzel?” “Stable. MICSy’s purring like a kitten.” 

“Opening the containment bottle and bringing the voidrium online.” Hoping I wasn’t about to kill us all, I started the activation sequence. 

The power block’s hum deepened as the xibrantium  bottle at MICSy’s heart opened. The voidrium inside  glimmered with violet light as energy flowed through it. A stillness filled the room. This was the real test. If it went well, we’d change the world. If it went poorly . . .  well, we might still change the world, at least on local  topographic maps. 

“Uh, Brandon, you should look at this,” Harvey  murmured, a ripple of tension in his tone. 

“What?” I asked, hoping my voice wouldn’t carry to  the observers. Harvey’s calm demeanor was a joke in the  lab, which meant the worry in his tone amounted to  hysterics for anyone else. 

“We’re getting some instability in the voidrium modulation field.” 

A chill ran through me. Shit. 

Voidrium was highly unstable. Investigators had discovered it among the wreckage of the Rakkari ships that  assaulted Earth nearly three decades ago. The Rakkari  had used it for faster-than-light travel, but research so far  had produced no results other than fatal accidents. Our  project was one of a handful authorized to work with the exotic matter, and only for a brief window of time. 

Sliding out of my seat, I made my way to Harvey as  quickly as I could without running, weaving around  equipment and through wires. Harvey slid to the side as  I stepped in front of his terminal. The screen was covered  in graphs and other monitoring tools that would have  been incomprehensible to most people, but we had designed the system. I saw what he meant instantly. 

An alert message flashed in the field control system. Uh-oh. 

Voidrium’s energy production rate was unstable.  Previous attempts to harness it had failed due to unpredictable power spikes, almost as if the voidrium were  fighting to break free. To compensate, Harvey and I had  created an algorithm to predict energy fluctuations and modulate the overlapping containment fields in real time.  Without it, we couldn’t have put enough power into the  voidrium to penetrate the membrane separating our reality from other multiversal strands without it exploding. Some of the best computational physicists at the university—and by extension, the world—had reviewed our  algorithm. We’d run thousands of simulations, using data  models constructed from other experiments. It should have been working. 

Instead, the algorithm was failing to predict nearly a  third of the energy spikes, pushing the field generators to  the limit of their tolerances. Unless we could get the  spikes under control, the generators would burn out. If  we lost one, failure would cascade through the rest, which  would be very, very bad. 

Our theoretical modeling predicted that an explosion probably wouldn’t generate an ever-expanding singularity that would engulf the solar system, but it would destroy the lab, along with a significant portion of the  building, not to mention kill everyone inside. 

No pressure, I thought, breaking into a cold sweat. I racked my brain, ignoring the voice telling me to  shut MICSy off. If I hit the emergency shutoff, I could  check the field generators and debug the algorithm. I  could blame a faulty power relay and use the incident to  demonstrate our rigorous safety protocols. But our research review was at the end of the month, and there was  no guarantee the Department of Energy would let us  keep the voidrium long enough for a second test run. This needed to work. 

Suddenly, the solution hit me. My fingers flew across  the keyboard as I threw commands into different windows.

“Is there a problem, gentlemen?” Claire asked from  behind me, her normally unflappable cool unable to  keep the tension from her voice. 

“It looks like the algorithm isn’t modulating the  fields properly,” Harvey whispered. “It’s failing to prevent roughly thirty percent of the energy fluctuations.” 

“Shut it down,” Claire ordered. “Immediately.” Harvey reached for the emergency shutoff. 

I grabbed his wrist. “Don’t.” We locked eyes. His were wide with fear. “I’ve got this.” 

We looked to Claire. 

“We’re still within tolerances,” I said. “I need sixty  seconds.” 

Claire’s eyes narrowed, and she glanced at the committee. “One minute. If the power fluctuations aren’t  under control in one minute, shut it down.” 

I was typing before she’d finished speaking. Our energy growth model wasn’t the issue. It had to  be a software bug. The night before, Nate had “fixed” a  syntax error I’d supposedly overlooked. I was guessing  whatever he’d done had broken something. I initialized the previous version of the control software on a backup server. MICSy sent data to both primary and secondary control systems as a failsafe. I could  compare the readings on the secondary server to the  primary and, if there were no errors in the earlier version,  switch to it. The two control systems ran concurrently, so  there shouldn’t be any interruptions. If I was right, the  switch would stabilize the process. 

The program was system intensive, so it took time to  synchronize. Each second felt like an hour as the diagnostics flashed alarms. 

I tried not to think about the consequences of being wrong as MICSy’s smooth purr shifted into a rumbling  growl, drawing concerned murmurs from our observers. “Apologies, gentlemen!” Claire flashed them a practiced smile. “It wouldn’t be science without a little excitement.” 

Nearly there. Five seconds until the backup came  online. 

The lights flickered. 

Four seconds. My pulse pounded in my ears. Three. 

The grumbling increased. Harsh, violet light radiated from the containment bottle. The field generators’  output levels began to redline. 

Two. 

The acrid stench of overheating electronics filled the  room. Electricity crackled, and a blue flash, followed by  a spray of sparks, erupted from MICSy. It was only the  secondary power relay burning out. We were still good. 

One. 

A field generator blew, sparks erupting from the side  of the machine, but the other generators still worked. The fix was going to work. I was sure of it. 

The prior version of the control system finished initializing. Immediately, I could see I was right. The energy  curve began to smooth out. I switched control systems,  and the levels started to stabilize. 

“I’ve got it—” 

Claire hit the emergency override. MICSy sputtered and went silent as the diagnostic panel flatlined. The stench of smoldering electronics intensified, and a haze filled the room. 

People coughed behind me. 

Shit.

 

About Christopher Lee Rippee:


Christopher Lee Rippee won a young authors contest in third grade, which was the day he officially decided to become a writer. He prepared by reading comics, playing too much Dungeons & Dragons, and devouring every sci -fi and fantasy novel he could get his hands on.

Along the way, thanks to some great people and a lifelong love of punk rock, Chris found his way to social work and currently works at a Pittsburgh-based nonprofit. He's also a certified mental-health first-aid trainer, has worked as a neurodiversity consultant for several Pittsburgh-based tech startups, and has contributed to several tabletop RPG products. When not writing, Chris reads, plays games, and spends time with his lovely wife, Nicole, and their adorable rescue dog, Belle.

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Jul 17, 2024

SAGA OF THE SELENIXIES: COLLAPSE OF THE CRYSTAL FORTRESS by Kristie Ferrugiaro Blog Tour

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the SAGA OF THE SELENIXIES: COLLAPSE OF THE CRYSTAL FORTRESS by Kristie Ferrugiaro Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

 

About The Book:

Title: SAGA OF THE SELENIXIES: COLLAPSE OF THE CRYSTAL FORTRESS

Author: Kristie Ferrugiaro

Pub. Date: March 11, 2024

Publisher: Inspired Girl Storybooks

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 192

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With the Destruction of the ancient Crystal Fortress, the Selenixies were sent hurling through different worlds, losing their power and connection to one another. Dark forces are holding them back as they must complete seven trials to recharge themselves, reunite with each other, and regain trust in the Universe before it's too late.

A fantastical tale about teamwork, friendship, resilience, and the trials we all go through to see if what we want is really worth fighting for, Saga of the Selenixies illustrates that we are most powerful when we empower each other.

 

 

Excerpt:

With the destruction of the ancient Crystal Fortress,  the Selenixies were sent hurling through different worlds,  losing their power and connection to one another.  Dark forces are holding them back as they must complete  seven trials to recharge themselves, reunite with each other,  and regain trust in the Universe before it’s too late. 

Prologue

 

The sun crests over the majestic mountains that protect the land of the Mystics. The sky shines  with symphonic shades of pink and purple with a  glowing orange ball in the center. It is the most magnificent morning Mystic Neoma has enjoyed in a long time.  She stretches her arms to the air in a deep V, lifting her  head to invite the sunrise to envelop her completely. Her  platinum blonde hair cascades down her back like waves  whispering to the wind that’s gently swirling through her  long locks. She takes deep breaths in through her nose  and out through the mouth as she appreciates the beauty  of the day that is unfolding before her. She reaches up to  

touch the sky, dancing her fingertips in the air. This is the most perfect time for her daily affirmations, and with this glorious daybreak she feels her day is  going to be just as spectacular. She sets her intentions for  a magnificent day, blows kisses to the sky, and bows her  head in thanks to the Universe.  

Mystic Neoma affirms, “I am ready to take on a new  day. I am full of love. Everything that is meant to be, will be. My heart is open. I attract beautiful things. I will be  present in every moment. I am safe and secure. The Uni verse is full of endless possibilities. I am grateful for my  

blessings. I am at peace with the Universe.” Still reeling from her amazing morning routine, Mys tic Neoma sits down with her optical lens in front of  her. To the ordinary person, the optical lens looks like a  crystal ball. But to the Mystics, it is the eye of the seer.  They can see what is going on in other lands.  Mystic Neoma’s optical lens is a glowing, perfectly  round orb set on top of a sculpted base, purple in color  with shimmering specs of gold. She closes her piercingly  purple eyes and takes a deep breath. With her left hand,  she swirls across the top of the crystal ball. The Mystics  are the only ones able to harness the power of the extraordinary lens. Others have tried, but anyone who is  not a Mystic sees only a clear glass sphere.  

Every morning, each of the five Mystics takes her turn  peering in the lens to check on her designated world. The  Mystics are able to see complete visions of those worlds:  the good, the bad, and the ugly. But unfortunately, the  lens has its limits too. It can see the present perfectly, but  the future can be cloudy because the future depends on  choices that are made in the present.  

Mystic Neoma recites over the lens: 

Spin, swirl  

Star shine twirl 

Moonlight, sunrays 

Clear eye, bright days  

Glittery sparkles and purple stardust swirl in the lens. 

Slowly, Lumina comes into focus.  

Mystic Neoma smiles softly. Lumina is the land of her  beloved Selenixies. She loves the Selenixies dearly. Every  one of the Mystics does. The Selenixies are the most special and protected throughout the Universe.  

Mystic Neoma considers herself the luckiest of all  the Mystics as the guardian of the Selenixies. She enjoys  peering into their world to check on them and their daily activities. Each one of the Selenixies is very special to  her. Each of them has unique qualities and characteristics that make them so interesting.  

And Lumina, all the creatures in all the lands in all  the worlds of the Universe love Lumina: the Mystics, the  Selenixies, the Mermaids, the Goblins, the Pirate Pixies,  the Giants, and the Helios. Lumina is the most beautiful  landscape you have ever seen. It used to be a barren land,  but ever since the Goddess Selene gifted the Crystal For 

tress to Lumina, flowers bloom all year round. The colors are spectacular, with the most vivid blooms of pinks,  purples, and reds all dancing together. The kelly green  trees reach for and unfold toward the sky, their branches  endless and their brilliant leaves lush. The mountains are  sharp and regal. The river runs ever so softly and stays  crystal clear. Birds sing the most glorious of songs. The  bees create the sweetest honey. All the woodland creatures live in the most perfect balance. Everything in this  world is in perfect harmony.  

Lumina is powered by an ancient power source,  which is a grid of crystals. There are two of each crystal.  Two Moonstones, two Sunstones, two Goldstones, two  Bloodstones, and two large Selenite veins that keep everything charged. The ancient power source is part of the  spectacular Crystal Fortress, which houses the most rare  and beautiful crystals. The fortress is a place where all the  Selenixies gather to celebrate every full moon. It is the  best place in the realm to enjoy the fullness of the moon,  and the Selenixies are total moon lovers.  

The fortress serves many purposes. It houses the Ancient Scrolls that are filled with the history of the realm,  offering the Selenixies detailed information of the past.  The Scrolls discuss things that worked in the past as well  as things that were disastrous. They are almost as important as the power source.  

The Selenixies have lived in Lumina for their entire  lives. In Lumina, there is no time. They work and play  simultaneously. They emerged from the rubble as what  humans would call “teenagers” and have never aged.  There is no stress and aside from some personality differences, very little to worry about. They feel completely  safe. They don’t even realize they can leave the realm if  they want to. But why would they leave? Nothing out  there is as amazingly beautiful as Lumina. They spend  their days picking flowers and herbs, collecting nuts and  honey, and preparing for their full moon celebrations.  Each has a job that complements the others, and they all  work happily.  

The Selenixies are completely unaware, however, that  there are always others trying to get into the land of Lu mina and that there are beings out there who are jealous of their beautiful existence. They want to take it for  themselves. There are constant threats, but the Selenixies  continue to live their best lives. The ancient crystal power source has always been so strong that it is almost impenetrable, though many have tried and failed. All of the Selenixies are living in perfect harmony in this beautiful  dimension.  

But today is different.

 

 

About Kristie Ferrugiaro:


Kristie Ferrugiaro, author of Saga of the Selenixies is a teacher, a fundraiser, and an entrepreneur. She has been teaching for the better part of 20 years, at multiple grade levels primarily in elementary through middle grade. Her creative side has led her to several business endeavors all rooted in celebrating life, from balloons and party planning to gourmet and custom gift baskets to now penning books that take readers on fun and fantastical journeys! However, her most important job is being a mom to her three boys as she coined herself a certified “chaos coordinator”.

You can always find Kristie at a football or lacrosse field cheering on her boys. She enjoys creating things to make people smile and loves to be surrounded by craft supplies, especially glitter. Her love of creativity inspired her to write about a world created through her overactive imagination. She has always enjoyed writing and has participated in several creative writing classes, and she has taught creative writing as well. She always encourages students to use their imagination.

The concept for Selenixies was created out of her love of all things girly and being the mom of three rough-and-tumble boys, there are very few things that are girlie in her house. Much of the story and characters are based on real-life events and people, including her student and her boys. The good, the bad and the ugly. many of the themes associated with the Saga of the Selenixies come straight from things that the boys have faced.

Kristie has a Bachelor of Arts in Communication TV and Radio from Monmouth University. She is working on her Master's in Education as well. She resides in sunny Florida with her family.

 

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Tour Schedule:

Week One:

7/8/2024

Two Chicks on Books

Excerpt/IG Post

7/9/2024

Lady Hawkeye

Excerpt/IG Post

7/10/2024

Daily Waffle

Excerpt

7/11/2024

Book Review Virginia Lee Blog

Excerpt/IG Post

7/12/2024

Little Red Reads

Excerpt/IG Post

7/13/2024

The Momma Spot

Excerpt

Week Two:

7/14/2024

@darkfantasyreviews

Excerpt

7/15/2024

Comic Book Yeti

Excerpt

7/16/2024

GryffindorBookishnerd

IG Review

7/17/2024

@evergirl200

IG Review

7/18/2024

jlreadstoperpetuity

IG Post

7/19/2024

@dreaminginpages

IG Review

7/20/2024

@callistoscalling

IG Review

Week Three:

7/21/2024

Country Mamas With Kids

Review/IG Post

7/22/2024

Kim's Book Reviews and Writing Aha's

Review/IG Post

7/23/2024

@stargirls.magical.tale

IG Review

7/24/2024

A Blue Box Full of Books

IG Review/LFL Drop Pic/TikTok Post

7/25/2024

Dana Loves Books

Review/IG Post

7/26/2024

Lillian Estrada

IG Review

7/27/2024

The Book Critic

Review

Week Four:

7/28/2024

@enthuse_reader

IG Review/TikTok Post

7/29/2024

Books and Zebras

IG Review

7/30/2024

avainbookland

IG Review

7/31/2024

enjoyingbooksagain

IG Review

8/1/2024

Edith's Little Free Library

IG Review/LFL Drop Pic/TikTok Post

8/2/2024

nerdophiles

Review


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