Welcome to guest author Sherri Rabinowitz

Sherri's book Fantasy Time Inc. has been nominated for a Global eBook Award
 Sherri has been writing since she was a small child. She was inspired by Ray Bradbury and Agatha Christie. She had always loved writing but has had to make a living in a varied number of ways. She worked as an actress, a travel agent and in several forms of customer service. Her passion though has always been writing. She loves and enjoys both reading and writing fan fiction.
'Fantasy Time Inc.'  is a fantasy time travel story with romance.
It is about an agency where you can book a trip but instead of going to Hawaii you go back in time. There are three threads in the stories one follows the tour guide and then the other two follow her guests. There are two periods that we travel to in the book from the past one is the Roaring Twenties and the other is the Civil War. It takes place in the future, but Anne the owner and tour guide also goes on trip to her future.
In the future we as a people will be going through many strange and conflicting changes. We will be traveling and living in space and under water. We will have an even better network of communications and transportation but we will still need to have a vacation and to relax from this antiseptic new environment. People will need an escape and most people dream of the future and the past, because no one romanticizes about their own time.

Snippet from :Fantasy Time Inc.
“I want old fashioned excitement.  I want romance and
adventure and the most important thing of all is I want to be treated
like a real lady. I wish with all my heart to go to the south of
Scarlett O’Hara. The south before the war, the place of beauty and

          “And slaves.” Anne interrupted Heather’s passionate speech,
She was frowning at Heather’s choice. “Forgive me, I’m a
historian and I know the history of that period your selecting very
well. Yes, It might be romantic in an ancient novel like “Gone
With The Wind” ,but the reality was by far less pleasant. I assure
you it was not like Margaret Mitchell’s romantic version.” 

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Today we welcome award winning writer Renée Pawlish to the blog

Renée Pawlish is the award-winning author of the bestselling Nephilim Genesis of Evil, the first in the Nephilim trilogy, the Reed Ferguson mystery series (This Doesn't Happen In The Movies, Reel Estate Rip-off, The Maltese Felon, and the short story Elvis And The Sports Card Cheat), The Noah Winters YA Adventure series (The Emerald Quest), Take Five, a short story collection, and The Sallie House: Exposing the Beast Within, a nonfiction account of a haunted house investigation.

Renée has been called “a promising new voice to the comic murder/mystery genre” and “a powerful storyteller”.  Nephilim Genesis of Evil has been compared to Stephen King and Frank Peretti.

Renée was born in California, but has lived most of her life in Colorado. When she's not hiking, cycling, or chasing ballplayers for autographs, she is writing mysteries, thrillers and horror. She loves to travel and has visited numerous countries around the world. She has also spent many summer days at her parents' cabin in the hills outside of Boulder, which was the inspiration for the setting of Taylor Crossing in her novel Nephilim: Genesis of Evil.


A long-lost emerald, a missing treasure map, and a wealthy villain combine for an action-packed adventure!

Thirteen-year-old Noah Winter, the son of sea-exploring treasure hunters, dives the San Isabel shipwreck with his parents in search of a mysterious treasure map lost in the murky depths off the Florida Keys over a century ago. The map reveals the hiding place of the priceless De La Rosa emerald. But before the Winters can find the map, a wealthy treasure-hunting rival kidnaps Noah’s parents. Now Noah must match wits with a dangerous adversary, not only to discover the treasure map first, but to rescue his mom and dad before it’s too late.

Excerpt: from The Emerald Quest

Noah Winter saw the twisted piece of metal jutting from the side of the Spanish steamship a second too late. One moment he was swimming effortlessly beside the San Isabel. A moment later, the claw-like piece hooked the oxygen hose of his scuba diving gear.
Noah was jerked to a standstill and his regulator popped out of his mouth. Bubbles rushed out the end of the mouthpiece, racing to the ocean’s surface. Suddenly without air, Noah had to act quickly. His dive training kicked in. He held his breath and calmly reached down to his right and grabbed the alternate air source. He cleared the apparatus by exhaling into it, forcing the water out of it. He then started breathing the air again.
Noah smiled. Accident averted. Then he looked up and saw his mother poke her head out of the side of the shipwreck. She had seen him using the alternate air source so she kicked hard with her feet and shot through the water toward him. As she drew close, Noah could see through her facemask. Her eyes were wide with alarm.
Funny, he thought. She seems really worried about me today.
Noah gave her an okay signal and nodded his head. Even though he was only thirteen, he had been diving for three years, so he knew what to do in an emergency. Noah puzzled over his mom’s reaction. She usually trusted him to take care of himself. Seeing that he was okay, she patted him on the shoulder and gestured that she was going back inside the wreck.
It was a beautiful Tuesday afternoon in August. Noah and his parents, Frank and Riley Winter, were diving the San Isabel. The San Isabel was a passenger liner built in 1907. She was almost 400 feet long, with a 48-foot beam.  When the San Isabel ferried the seas, she was solid and sleek, with a steel hull, towering masts, and room for over a thousand passengers. In 1922, during a fierce storm off the small island of Key West, Florida, the ship went down with 312 passengers, 88 crew members, and a cargo of olives and wine.
Noah swam after his mom. She slowed as she came to a doorway on the bridge. Then she gingerly glided through the opening, being careful that her scuba gear did not catch on the doorframe, and she disappeared from view. Noah edged closer, but halted before going inside the wreckage of the ship. Since he was not yet sixteen, he was not allowed to penetrate, or go into, a wreck.
Noah spied his mom as she moved into the bridge, past what was left of the ship’s wheel. Her underwater dive light illuminated her way, the beam bouncing off the inside walls like rays of sunlight. Noah glanced around what was left of the San Isabel. Over time, the hull had rusted. All the wood had deteriorated and crumbled. The ship was only a shell of what it used to be.
Noah noticed something on the floor inside the doorway. He swam close to the door, peering through his mask at a white object. His curiosity getting the best of him, he moved into the doorway and grabbed the object. As he did, his tank bumped the ship. Noah backed out, his heart racing.
I’d be in big trouble if Mom or Dad saw me do that, he thought.
He examined the piece he’d retrieved. It was a circular piece of white porcelain, like the rim of a cup. It had round edges and there was writing on it. Noah looked more closely. Thin wires stretched across the opening, hooked to tiny screws in each side of the porcelain. It reminded him of a flour sifter, but with most of the wire mesh removed. Noah ran his hand over the piece and wondered about the people on the ship. Did a cook use this? Who were the passengers? Noah pictured a woman, dressed in a pretty full-length dress, dining as she sat across from her husband. She would be dreaming about when the long journey over the ocean would be over. Noah gazed at the wreckage. Only she didn’t make it, he thought sadly.
Noah looked back inside the wreck. Both his mom and dad had vanished into the innards of the ship. Noah imagined them, with their flashlights illuminating the darkness, poking around the depths of the San Isabel. They were searching for a treasure map, although Noah couldn’t see how a map of any kind would have survived in the water.
Noah meandered away from the bridge toward the bow of the ship. Above him, through the clear, warm water, he could see the underside of the Explorer, the cabin cruiser his parents owned. Sunlight pierced down from the ocean’s surface. Noah was in his own little world, where all he heard was the sound of his breathing through the regulator. He had spent countless hours diving with his parents, and he loved being beneath the ocean’s surface.
As he wandered about the wreckage, Noah came to a jagged hole in the ship’s hull. This damage was what had sunk the ship. The water here was only twenty-five feet deep and the San Isabel had apparently run into a reef, sending the crew, passengers, and cargo to the ocean’s floor. Noah spotted yellowtail snapper and queen trigger fish darting around the wreckage.
He touched the edge of the hole and felt the rough metal. The ship’s steel hull proved no match against the dangers of the ocean. Noah shook his head. Sunken ships riddled the waters off the Florida coast, the victims of reefs, hurricanes, and other storms.
A huge fish suddenly slid from the hull, his sharp white teeth smiling at Noah. Noah jerked backwards, pressing himself against the side of the ship. He dropped the piece of porcelain he’d been carrying and it sank into the sand below. His heart pounded in his chest. He worked to keep his breathing even and slow. The fish, a black-tip shark, swam leisurely past him. Although that species rarely hurt human beings, Noah wasn’t taking any chances. He waited, moving as little as possible, until the shark faded into the murky distance.
Noah turned and gazed through the hole again. Did that shark have any companions?
Something grabbed Noah’s shoulder, startling him again. His arms tingled with fear for an instant as he whirled around. What kind of fish was attacking him? With relief, he stared into his father’s face mask. Frank Winter’s long arms and legs moved slowly. His short brown hair waved in the sea water as he stared at Noah.
Scared twice in just a few moments! Noah chuckled to himself.
Frank gestured at Noah to follow him. Noah could see the anger in his dad’s blue eyes. He had wandered too far from his parents. Frank pointed up. Noah nodded. It was time to surface.
He followed his dad, kicking with his feet as they swam back to the bridge where his mom was waiting. She tipped her head upward and they all slowly ascended toward the ocean’s surface. As Noah rose, the water grew clearer and rays of sunlight danced around him. The San Isabel was a dark hulking pile of metal below him. Then Noah’s head bobbed into the open air. He slid his mask onto his forehead and pulled the regulator from his mouth. He sucked in a few breaths and smiled. What an adventure!
Noah’s dad emerged beside him and Noah saw his frowning face.
“What were you doing so far away from us?” Frank scolded him.
“But Dad, you usually let me swim around the wreck without you,” Noah said.
“I told you this time not to,” Frank said.
“Why are you worrying about me?”
Frank took in a deep breath and let it out. “It’s nothing, okay? But in the future, you need to listen to me.”
“Yes, sir,” Noah said.
Then his mom surfaced. She had a huge grin on her face.
“We found it!” she said as she held up something from the shipwreck.

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Excited to announce that Book six of the Seven Spell Saga Bartholomew Pike's Spell Book is now available

Excited to announce that Book Six of The Seven Spell Saga, Bartholomew Pike's Spell Book is now available on Amazon kindle.
and in the UK

I have guest authors for a few weeks but plan to give readers an insight into what's going on in the saga in a couple of weeks time with a blog post.
Book six has a preview of book seven at the end :-)

This weekend we welcome guest author Katie Jennings

Welcome to Katie Jenning the author of the fantastic Dryad Quartet

Katie Jennings is a mid-twenty-something year old girl with an imagination for days and a supportive husband who thinks she’s a colossal nerd. She writes because she loves it, and because breathing life into characters is the greatest escape she’s ever found. Most of her time is spent puttering around online, editing her latest book, or feeding people food to her cat. She lives just north of Los Angeles, and enjoys reading fantasy and romance novels, watching Once Upon a Time, playing around on Photoshop, and finding new music to fall in love with. She believes in, above all else, happy endings.

Breath of Air (book one)  

  Her name was Capri, and she was Air.
 She was born with a gift she didn’t understand. A gift so strange, so remarkable that she had kept it secret for as long as she could remember, despising that it made her different when all she wanted was to be normal, to belong. As an orphan, belonging to someone, anyone, would have been an incredible blessing, one she would have given up all that she had just to get a taste of.

But the truth was that she didn’t belong in the orphanage in Virginia, or even in the United States. In fact, she didn’t belong with human beings at all. Because she wasn’t one of them, not really. She was something much more extraordinary.

She could shift the direction of the wind, create billowing clouds out of nothing, and charm birds into dancing on her open palm. She belonged to an elite group of beings, responsible for preserving the balance of nature and the safety of Earth from an underworld that deserved to be feared, and needed to be controlled.

And after years of being lost, she had at last been found, and now the truth of how she had ended up so far from home was becoming horribly clear to her.

But there’s someone who doesn’t want her to return; someone who knows Capri was the only witness to an act of heinous treason and violent murder. And when she begins to search her memories for details of the night she was taken from her home, details that will implicate a killer, she finds herself the unwary target of an otherworldly dark force intent on silencing her by any means possible.

Firefight in Darkness (book two)

Her name was Blythe, and she was Fire.

She fought for what she believed in, and wouldn’t hesitate to unleash the fire in her blood on anyone who threatened those she loved.

But when an alarming truth is revealed regarding the one man she’s both hated and longed for her entire life, she finds herself in an awkward position of both acceptance and denial. But whichever way she looked at it, she was reminded that there was an evil out there gunning for her and her family, and she would stop at nothing to destroy him, even if it meant sacrificing everything she had and everything she was.

Fortunately for her, she had help. But even with the companionship of a skilled and lethal bounty hunter, Blythe couldn’t escape more of the truth, no matter how hard it was to swallow.

Because the evil she’s fighting has a story to tell, and she’d be a damn fool not to listen.

A Life Earthbound, third of the Dryad Quartet:

Her name was Rhiannon, and she was Earth.
She was graceful, intelligent, and undoubtedly a workaholic.  She could put a crack in the Earth’s surface a mile wide and grow the loveliest flower ever to have existed right beside it, a contradiction she held with both reverence and pride.  For she herself was something of a contradiction:  a girl, seemingly free, but silently trapped within her own heart and mind, never to be released.
Or so she thought.  She never wasted much time on impractical dreams or wishes she figured could never come true.  But all her life one person has been there, a constant reminder of the true girl living behind her mask of cool indifference and solitude.
But the tides of her fate were changing, and her helplessness building as a master plan was in the works that would only bind her wrists further, and destroy everything she never even thought she could have.
Throw in a dash of murder, vicious accusations, and plenty of family drama, and it could very well be a recipe for freedom, or for death.
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Of Water and Madness, fourth of the Dryad Quartet


His name was Liam, and he was Water.
His heart was as expansive and deep as the ocean, with emotions that could both rage like storms and soothe like a clear and quiet stream.  He lived for the smell of rain, and thrived in the knowledge that it was he who made it fall.
But while most everything in his life seemed to be going great, there was still this impending doom just over the horizon, threatening to wipe his home completely off the map.  All he had to do was rise to the challenge and fight once the war came.
But there was just one little problem:  he had gone, quite simply, mad.
Not that he knew it, nor did anyone else.  But he wasn’t himself any longer, and the truth behind the lies would eventually come out.  And when it did, Liam would discover the burned bridges and the destroyed hearts he’d left in his wake.
It was a funny thing, madness.  A funny, cruel, and violently destructive thing.
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Today we begin a new feature on the blog and welcome guest authors

Today for Sample Sunday we welcome author Alisa Jeruconoka
Alisa Jeruconoka is the YA Author of "Unparallel Worlds".

Although throughout college and University I had a reputation for writing really good stage plays for the drama department to perform, it was only when I left University that I decided I wanted to write books for a career. On leaving though, as with all students these days, I was burdened with heavy debts so I had to find paid work before even thinking about following my dream.
Then about 2 years ago (and at a point in when I had paid off all my student debts and had some savings) I happened to take my niece to the bookstore. I was shocked to see that there was a real lack in genres available for her to choose from in the young adult section. Nearly all the books that we saw were urban fantasies about vampires and werewolves. It was then that I decided I would take a career break and write a book that was nothing like the ones on the shelves. The result was Unparallel Worlds.  
With thousands of followers even before release and rave reviews on Amazon within the first month of publishing, YA Fantasy Fiction Novel Unparallel Worlds is fast gaining a reputation as a new type of fantasy fiction for young adults.
From the outside you could be forgiven for thinking that ‘’Unparallel Worlds’’ is a traditional fantasy book that is typical of the ones that have recently filled the shelves for young adults…but be prepared for very pleasant surprise. ‘’Unparallel Worlds’’ is unique as it also mixes into it science fiction that also educates young adults on the wonders of the universe as well as the advances made in genetic engineering.

The story is set on a distant planet called Adriana. On this planet two civilizations exist in parallel dimensions and they are called Light and Darkness. A chance meeting between the two triggers a series of events that threatens their future so a gang of weird and wonderful characters from both sides assemble and set out on an epic adventure to save their planet – only to soon realise they will be saving the universe as well!

‘Unparallel Worlds’ Excerpt:

The Castle, of the Kingdom of Darkness, was a stone fortification built that looked rather more like a prison than a palace. From a distance, it resembled the bow of a ship; it was surrounded by a ditch that was filled with horrific creatures that would devour any who trespassed or any that desired attack on the palace. From time to time they would jump out of the water for oxygen, before making their way back into the murky depths and anyone passing by who had never seen them would be shocked and scared and often never walked past the palace as closely again.
Gurvo was a slave, a slave of Zalion, The King of Darkness who lived in the palace. He was working today for the king’s sons. Zalion’s sons scared him as they were killing machines. They were hybrids of different species – plants, animals, birds and insects, the best of these genes had been implanted into their cells as surrogate babies and the result was terrifying, not only in their character but also their appearance. This was true except for one of the sons, Leonardo. He wasn’t like the other brothers as there was rumour that he had a beating heart, he also cared for his slaves.
Gurvo looked up; there was only a hundred meters or so to climb before he got to this secret place.
Slowly climbing the last few meters, Gurvo started to realise that something was wrong. Gurvo almost jumped the last few hurdles for he did not want to fall from the vibration…
It felt like a year’s sleep but Gurvo managed to slowly open his eyes.
After spending his life in internal night Gurvo’s eyes were large and all seeing and now that he had accustomed to this new world Gurvo was both shocked and awed by the colours around him.
He did not know where he was or what to do he needed a plan and just when he became comfortable sitting down he saw the most horrible creature enter the water. It was thin with long golden hair and glowing skin and looked weak. Gurvo knew that this horrible creature would not survive in the water too long for it did not have the webbed feet and scales needed for a water existence, Gurvo edged forward to get a better look, he stumbled on a branch....

Aurelia, the Princess of Light, couldn’t get rid of the unpleasant feeling that somebody was watching her. The look in the eyes was first curious, then intrusive, then wanting...
Aurelia jumped out of the water quickly and wrapped her golden tunic around her and started to run back to the Palace.
When Aurelia reached the Palace, she went straight to her parents quarters, eager to tell them about what she had seen, however the voices and what they were saying inside her parents quarters made her pause and listen. A heated discussion between her parents was ensuing inside. They used the mysterious word THEM and that the Empire need THEIR energy to survive.
Aurelia was confused by her parent’s conversation. She did not feel that this was a good time to disturb them and tell them her own news. Aurelia decided that she would do this tomorrow so instead she went to her own quarters to sleep.
That night Aurelia slept disturbingly. She awoke in the morning and although her dreams were unpleasant she thought that today was the palace masquerade made her feel better.
Impatiently Aurelia managed to hold her excitement until the masquerade started and now she was dressed and ready for it.
She glanced at the endless row of dancers that awaited her and cursed under her breath for wearing high heels, they would be no good for dancing or impressing anyone.
After stumbling her way through the first few dances, Aurelia composed herself, she was determined to impress her next partner, she would try her best not to step on his toes or stumble on her dress. She waited only a few moments and then it was time to dance with her next partner. She didn’t look up; she knew it was him. His arms rested confidently on her waist and then their eyes met…

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