Big Announcement: My new young-adult fantasy novel has officially come out and is available for order. This paperback book is called Junction 2020: The Portal (my experiment with POD). To celebrate, I am having a drawing for a FREE copy! Your chances are quite high since my followership is still new and growing.
1. For 1 entry, simply leave a comment below this post saying you want to enter (click on the word "comments")
2. For a 2nd (3rd, 4th…) entry, tell about this giveaway via your blog, website, Facebook, or Twitter tweet, etc., and leave a comment with a link to it. For each link, you get an additional entry
2. Enter by midnight Pacific Standard Time on Tuesday, September 7
3. The randomly chosen WINNER will be announced on Wed., September 8
4. TWO books will be given away if by some strange miracle over 50 people sign up
6. Winner will receive a FREE copy of Junction 2020: The Portal
7. Entrants from the USA only, please
Questions? post a comment or email me at artzicarol [at] gmail [dot] com.
When 16-year-old Mari Stratton attends a New Year's party with her brother and her hearing-impaired friend, she joins in a collecting game outside in the dark fields. As midnight strikes, she finds herself and four others propelled by a violent green storm into a confusing landscape of beauty, danger, and mystery. In this alternate world, ruthless black-cloaked riders on horseback called Shifters comb the countryside hunting them down. Why is this world patterned after the things Mari adores, and why does it feature the hideous things she fears the most?
More importantly--how will they get back to the real world?
SEE BOOK COVER on right sidebar
Junction 2020: The Portal
New Year's Eve, 2019. Nine o'clock at last. Mari Stratton snapped a checkered cloth over a table, exhaling with impatience as it billowed like a sail over uncharted waters for a suspended moment before settling into place. She threw on a white flash of napkins, added a hasty clanking of silverware, and returned the Parmesan and hot pepper shakers to their rightful places next to the wall.
There. Her shift, completed. Another efficient and industrious evening at Aunt Lacey and Uncle Jim's pizza restaurant. Too bad her father wasn't around to take notice. She really could do more than read adventure and romance novels in the backyard hammock.
She hurried past Uncle Jim in the kitchen, through the thick smells of sizzling pepperoni, pungent jalapeños and steamy detergent. In the cramped employee bathroom, she changed into jeans and a powder-blue top. Her reflection in the mirror frowned like a grumpy evil twin as she checked her make-up. And now, time for that blasted party. She would've much rather spent New Year's Eve with only Lauren and one or two other friends. But Lauren was a junior and wanted to go to Stefanie Anders' big End of the Year Bash.
Honestly. The things a person did in order to keep new friends.
Mari ran fingers through her layered dark hair, threw on her jacket, and dashed out the back door to the car. Her mother stood there in a waitress outfit, handing the Chevy keys to Randall as though relinquishing control of the known world to a chimpanzee. Randall looked scrubbed and shaved, his brown hair spiked to flawless precision. Mari rolled her eyes. All for Stefanie's benefit, she'd bet. He'd been unsuccessfully trying to impress Stefanie since September.
Randall kicked the tire as Mari climbed into the front seat. "And why do I have to drive her there?" he asked their mother with a jerk of his thumb at Mari. "Arriving with my sister and her deaf friend is such a loser thing to do."
Their mother's eyes narrowed. "You could always go back inside and start washing dishes."
"Fine, I'm leaving," Randall growled. He hopped into the car and revved the engine to life. Cranking the wheel, he spun out of the alley with a spray of gravel, leaving the sight of their mother with her arms folded into an incredibly peeved pretzel.
"And for your information," Mari notified Randall as he turned onto the street, "Lauren is hearing impaired, not deaf."
He shrugged. "Same diff. Man, are you that hard up for friends?"
"I don't see you hanging out with a whole herd of new buddies."
A muscle on the side of Randall's face twitched. He grunted and said nothing more.
[end of excerpt]
This book is also available for order HERE