Remember how last time, I mentioned my podcasting pal and increasingly-frequent collaborator, Lauren “Scribe” Harris? Right, that one. She’s pretty cool, and this week, she’s revealing the cover for her latest book: THE GIRL IN ACID PARK. I was lucky enough to hear snippets of this during last year’s Smoky Writers Retreat, and even luckier to read a completed draft. I could gush about it…but instead, I’ll turn the mic over to Lauren. 🙂
Welcome to the cover reveal for THE GIRL IN ACID PARK, book two in The Millroad Academy Exorcists series. I’ve been sitting on this cover for about a year, ever since it was created by the inimitable Starla Huchton. I’m so excited to release the both the cover and the preorder link today! Book one hit #1 in three Kindle categories, which is sort of like making the indie pub honor roll. I’m hoping book two does just as well. So, without further ado, THE GIRL IN ACID PARK.
Unlike her best friend Hiroki, Georgia Collins can’t see or talk to dead people. But she recently discovered she can help ghosts move on–no exorcism required! Unfortunately, so did the national media. Her underground blog is not so underground anymore and the Millroad Catholic Academy students with their scandals on exposé are less than thrilled about Georgia’s journalistic success.
But Georgia has never been one to let things blow over, so when the police request paranormal assistance on a new murder case, Georgia decides to make the unwanted spotlight work her way and agrees to help…except she didn’t expect Hiroki to refuse.
Pre-order here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B018O7RZXU
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Lauren Harris is an author, narrator, and the assistant editor for Orson Scott Card’s Intergalactic Medicine Show magazine. She lives in a renovated tobacco pack house in rural North Carolina, where she is pleased to have running water, wi-fi, and all her teeth.
What I’m Listening To This Week
I have a longstanding soft spot for Andrew Lloyd Webber. It’s hard to get one-woman shows to work…unless you’ve got an actor like Bernadette Peters (pretty sure I once saw Song and Dance with Louise Pitre as well – marvellous).
Authors spend a lot of time peering carefully at things in their head. It’s fun, but it’s also difficult…so when you get to see things outside of your head, it is very exciting.
All of which to say—when I saw Heartstealer’s cover for the first time, I gave a piercing squeal of delight. Then I swooned.
Starla Hutchton doesn’t just write about superheroes. She is one. She’s captured the feel and atmosphere of the novel. She’s got a woman on the cover who looks just like Sara. Look, there’s my heroine!
And she even managed to work in my beloved cloak. No, it’s not actually my cloak on the cover, but in my heart of hearts, it is totally my cloak.
So…ready to see Heartstealer?
Are you sure?
Here it is:
Back cover copy reads:
Autumn came early that year…
Sara Wolfe was told three things:
Her husband and sister-in-law died in a backwater village. Wraiths are only stories. Her nephew needs her.
She believes none of it.
Following her husband’s supposed death, Sara travels to Grey Run in search of answers, quickly becoming embroiled in the village’s old hurts and older magic –
Grey Run sits on the crossroads between the human realm and the Gloaming: a shadowy world of ghosts and little gods. With the curtain between the worlds thinning, Sara must unravel the truth behind her husband’s disappearance—
Because the wraiths are not the only ones lurking in the night.
Heartstealer is slated for a March release. When more information (and pre-order links) are available, I will let you know. In the meantime—please share, far and wide.
What I’m Listening to This Week
If I’m revealing the Heartstealer cover, I can’t really listen to anything other than Marie’s Wedding/Mairi’s Wedding/Mari’s Wedding/Mary’s Wedding/Mhairi Bhan/The Lewis Bridal Song.
Yeah, this song has a lot of names.
Sara may be the protagonist, but her pal Mairi has a very special place in my heart. Backstory: one day in New Zealand, as I was homesick and forlornly looking up harmonica tabs, I came across a song called “Mairi’s Wedding.”
“Hey!” I said, “I wonder if it is related to the play of the same name!”
It isn’t. Not at all. As near as I can tell, the identical titles are a complete and utter coincidence. But when I heard it for the first time, Mairi’s character burst into my head—fully formed, complete, her eyes already sparkling with mischief.
I love when that happens.
At 2:43, when the chorus returns after a mini-violin solo, I pretty much see the entire novel flash before my eyes. Also, I dance.