This tour will be January 22-26
I am scheduling spotlight stops
To participate in this tour please send:
To participate in this tour please send:
A couple suggested dates during the tour
One
is Come
Five
in Circle Series
Book
1
C.
H. MacLean
Genre: Fantasy, YA
Publisher: CNH Publishing
Date of Publication: February 23,
2014
ASIN: B00IMF6APE
Number of pages: 251
Cover Artist: Heidi Sutherlin
Book Description:
One is Come is the first
installment in a YA fantasy saga full of hidden plot twists and turns. The
centuries-old prophesy of the One is being fulfilled, and the ancient dragon
clans are coming out of hiding to remake the world. The king of the magic users
will stop at nothing to be sure the prophecy is fulfilled the right way--with
his oppressive government ruling. As they struggle for power, Haylwen (14) and
her brother Cadarn (16) just happen to be caught dead center.
In this first book, meet
fourteen-year-old Haylwen Rightad. She doesn’t think “crazy” runs in her
family, but she might be wrong. Fish seem to listen when she talks. She finds
herself wearing jewelry she can’t remember putting on. And then there was the
explosion at school…and her ex-principal trying to kidnap her…and her brother?
Don’t even ask. All she wants is to be an ordinary teenager. Live a normal
life. Go to school, make friends, and not have to move a zillion times. Oh, and
getting the bullies off her back? That’d be nice, too.
What Haylwen doesn’t know is why
all this crazy stuff is happening to her. But she’s about to find out. The bad
news? Things aren’t going to be “normal” any time soon!
With a mysterious prophecy,
magical secrets and more than a few dragons, ONE IS COME is the first book in
the adventures of siblings Haylwen and Cadarn as they come to discover they
have powers they never dreamt of — and a destiny only they can fulfill.
Available at Amazon
Free January 22-26
About
the Author:
To young C. H. MacLean, books
were everything: mind-food, friends, and fun. They gave the shy middle child’s
life color and energy. Amazingly, not everyone saw them that way. Seeing a
laundry hamper full of books approach her, the librarian scolded C. H. for
trying to check them all out. “You’ll never read that many before they expire!”
C. H. was surprised, having shown great restraint only by keeping a list of
books to check out next time. Thoroughly abashed, C. H. waited three whole days
after finishing that lot before going back for more.
With an internal world more vivid
than the real one, C. H. was chastised for reading in the library instead of
going to class. “Neurotic, needs medical help,” the teacher diagnosed. C. H.’s
father, a psychologist, just laughed when he heard. “She’s just upset because
those books are more challenging than her class.” C. H. realized making up
stories was just as fun as reading, and harder to get caught doing. So for a
while, C. H. crafted stories and characters out of wisps and trinkets, with
every toy growing an elaborate personality.
But toys were not mature, and
stories weren’t respectable for a family of doctors. So C. H. grew up and
learned to read serious books and study hard, shelving foolish fantasies for
serious work.
Years passed in a black and white
blur. Then, unpredictably falling in love all the way to a magical marriage
rattled C. H.’s orderly world. A crazy idea slipped in a resulting crack and
wouldn’t leave. “Write the book you want to read,” it said. “Write? As in, a
fantasy novel? But I’m not creative,” C. H. protested. The idea, and C. H.’s
spouse, rolled their eyes.
So one day, C. H. started
writing. Just to try it, not that it would go anywhere. Big mistake. Decades of
pent-up passion started pouring out, making a mess of an orderly life. It only
got worse. Soon, stories popped up everywhere- in dreams, while exercising, or
out of spite, in the middle of a work meeting. “But it’s not important work,”
C. H. pleaded weakly. “They are not food, or friends, or…” But it was too late.
C. H. had re-discovered that, like books, life should be fun too. Now, writing
is a compulsion, and a calling.
C. H. lives in a Pacific
Northwest forest with five cats, two kids, one spouse, and absolutely no
dragons or elves, faeries, or demons… that are willing to be named, at least.
No comments:
Post a Comment