Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Witch of the Cards Playlist - Guest post by Catherine Stine

Here’s the playlist I created for my historical paranormal novel Witch of the Cards. It is set in 1932, so I made sure to mix a couple of era classics into the songs having to do with witches, magic, and the ocean, where an epic battle takes place between the witches in my tale. Enjoy!  
Thanks for having me on your blog.  Catherine

Deep, Wide Ocean – The Jezabels

I Put a Spell on You – Nina Simone

Alice Underground – Avril Lavigne

Pennies from Heaven – Bing Crosby

Season of the Witch – Donovan

Heartless – The Fray version

Black Magic Woman – Santana

Cuban Love Song – Ruth Etting

Hunting for Witches – Bloc Party

Heavy Like a Witch – All Them Witches

How Deep is the Ocean? – Brenda Lee

Do You Believe in Magic? – Lovin’ Spoonful

WOC Buy links:

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01COACFVU
Amazon UK: http://tinyurl.com/hze9ekh
Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/witch-of-the-cards
B&N/Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/witch-of-the-cards-catherine-stine/1123499606?ean=2940152837797
Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/Witch-Cards-Catherine-Stine-ebook/dp/B01COACFVU

Amazon AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/Witch-Cards-Catherine-Stine-ebook/dp/B01COACFVU

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Tuesday, March 22, 2016

What's Been UP

The launch for Finding Me went well. There were a few hiccups but it all worked out in the end. Also, as a note to other authors, never schedule a book launch at the start of a vacation with your family. Sure vacation started two weeks after the launch, still, I was or should have been, busy promoting. Truthfully, I wasn't. My family kept me busy. So, I'm playing catch-up now. Honestly, I wouldn't have traded the time with my fam for anything. I love them dearly. Yeah, I got a tad sappy there...it won't happen again. 

One of the things we did as a family was catch two movies. You know how much I love movies. Right? I was so excited for each of these movies, too. So this is what I saw: 

10 Cloverfield Lane

It's a science fiction and psychological thriller mixed. What's not to love? I give it two giant thumbs up. Great acting, plot, and visuals. And can I just say that I like smart movies - or movies that make the main characters smart. They don't just flop around on the screen and do things that even a toddler knows better than to do. They make decisive, intelligent decisions - even if the decisions turn out to be a disaster. 


I scrambled to make sure I'd had the book read before watching the movie. Honestly, there was no point. They deviated from the book so much it made it hard for me to get into it. I tried to love it. I tried to like it but I couldn't. I'm not saying don't go see it. I'm saying don't walk into the theater thinking what you read is going to be even remotely displayed on the screen. It's not. My family loved it. I'll have to watch it again before I can begin to recommend anyone watch it. I hate to sound like a cliche but the book was so much better. 

What have you been up to? Seen any great movies? Read any great books? Share in the comments. 

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Thursday, March 3, 2016

Finding Me Has Arrived

Finding Me Release Launch Banner

Today is the re-release for Finding Me, the first installment in the Finding Me trilogy. This YA Fantasy cover was designed by Yosbe Designs.

About the Book
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Sixteen-year-old Chloe Carmichael’s perfect world is in chaos. It’s not because she has a vision of her boyfriend murdered and then he’s found dead exactly as foreseen. It’s not because she suddenly has the ability to move objects when she’s upset. It’s kinda cool to close a door without touching it. And it’s most definitely not her overbearing mother, who only cares about appearances. Chloe has already grown quite accustomed to her family’s distance.

So what has Chloe cringing in fear? It’s having to become another person for a new group of people. She knows she’s not perfect, but apparently she was in another life. In that other life, she was known as Amanda. Amanda was perfect. Chloe, not so much. Her new friends won’t allow her to forget.

Chloe struggles with a love that exposes the soul. It’s a love that defies reason. It’s a love that speaks to her heart and demands attention.

It’s the stench of impending death that hovers over her every move.
It’s that final threat as she tries to acclimate to a life of superhuman proportions. It’s the enemy she can’t see and doesn’t remember.
And most importantly, it’s never discovering who she really is that truly frightens her.


One of the weirdest days of my existence began with a kiss.

Standing beside my locker before the start of my first-period class, I had to do a double take at what I saw. My mouth fell open, and I stumbled into the closest locker as I scrambled to stay hidden from view. Zack, who was supposed to be my boyfriend, had his lips locked with Lauren’s, who was supposed to be my friend. I pressed my mouth into my cupped hands to quiet my laughter as it erupted from me.

I couldn’t have cared less who he kissed. Or who she kissed, for that matter. My relationship with Zack was built on a lie. The lie: my mother loved me. She didn’t. Well, maybe a miniscule amount, but she had the strangest ways of exhibiting her affection. Mostly, she only wanted what was best for her. And what was best for her was having people believe I dated Zack. Family dynamics of the rich were confusing, but one thing was clear—the rich dated the rich. Period.

I had an issue with the concept, but that wasn’t public information. Prim and proper, I stayed in my place because, if my mother had to force me into my place, it was never a pretty scene.

As I ceased my laughing fit, I spun around to find Zack and Lauren standing before me. Oh! I instantly whirled around in the opposite direction. If I could forego a confrontation, that’s what I typically did. So my fleeing was a normal response to this situation. But then the tilt of Zack’s mouth and sharp angle of his head as he stared down at me gave me pause. He caught my hand, pushed me against the closest locker, and narrowed his eyes. He lowered his head to mine, like what he had to say was extremely private, and he didn’t want Lauren to hear.

“We need to talk. Now.”

I glanced at Lauren. Her face was slack with no emotion. Umm. Weird much? She stood bone-straight, with her head bent and her eyes on Zack. Like she was locked in a trance.

What’s her problem? And why is he angry? With me?

His anger stole away any humor I’d found in our awkward situation. His grip on my arm tightened, and my fury grew.

I tried to suppress it, to push it back. But it was palpable and fueled by his reaction. To calm myself, I took a deep breath and tore my eyes away from him. That was when it registered.

The silence.

It was deafening.

The normal clank of heels hitting the floor and melody of cell phones were non-existent. There were no classmates hunched in groups telling secrets and whispering lies. Only an abyss of silence.
And, of course, Zack, standing over me, scowling. Maybe I should have turned and bolted in the opposite direction. But Zack wasn’t patient. He wouldn’t wait for me to contemplate a response to him kissing Lauren.

I forced my eyes upward, letting my mind rifle through all the things I could say to avoid making this worse than it already was. My thoughts were scattered; the right words slipped away. “I… no… you are not–”

My head jerked back suddenly, which cast a dozen sparkling stars across my eyes; a bolt of electricity shot up my spine. The zap was so intense, I stumbled face-first to the floor. The fall should have thrown me to the smooth, dry surface of the wood school hallway.

It didn’t.

My hands met moisture. My eyes bulged as I took in what lay beneath them: grass.

I lifted my head to scan the area, stunned to silence. A sea of green enveloped me. The urge to scream overpowered everything, but I fought it. I clasped my hands over my mouth to muffle the sound that escaped anyway.

The Payton football field stretched before me.

How can I be here? This isn’t possible. I scrambled to my feet, spun around, and gazed at the school I’d been in just moments ago. I shut my eyes tight. “Please, let me be back in the school, about to have the biggest fight with Zack,” I said aloud.

My heart thrummed at my chest, but my eyes remained shut, afraid of what I might find once I dared a peek. But standing with them closed wasn’t an option. A crow cawed overhead to urge me on. My eyes sprang open. Confusion twisted away at my insides. Why was I still on the field? I swallowed back the lump in my throat and ran a shaky hand through my thick hair that was blowing into my face, obstructing my vision.

Straining against the glare of the midday sun, I tripped, my feet two cinderblocks in my boots. Although late August, the wind that had kicked up seemed to scream winter and not fall. I tucked my unruly strands of hair away from the rebel wind and took another reluctant step forward. That was when I saw it—crimson against the emerald green of the field. The colors blended, reminding me of Freddy Krueger’s sweater in A Nightmare on Elm Street. There was a lot of blood in that movie; I was certain that blood was what I saw red on the field.

I gasped. My breath caught in my throat, and the stench of copper invaded my nostrils. I fought against the urge to vomit yet couldn’t contain my desire to move closer.

I’d never seen a dead body before.

About the Author

Dawn wants to live in a world fully inhabited by fictional characters; she thinks fictional characters are cooler than real people, except herself, of course. But since the world is not comprised of dreamy book boyfriends, she creates them for everyone to fawn over. Her debut novel, Finding Me, book 1 in the Finding Me series, is set to release on March 3rd 2016.
When she is not writing, she can be found with her nose in a book – swooning over another book boyfriend, drying up tears from a recent heartbreak, or shouldering a wound she received in battle. She also loves to create magic in the kitchen, with an array of inspiring dishes she pulls from Pinterest. Dawn lives in South Texas with her sports-obsessed husband, three technology-infatuated teenagers, and her great big colossal imagination.
She is currently editing the final book in the Finding Me series, Becoming Me. The book is set to release the summer of 2016. She is a master juggler and is working on two other Young Adult standalone novels – a high-fantasy tearjerker, and a science fiction story with a romance that will make your heart ache.

Contact Information

Finding Me (Teaser #1)


Finding Me

Publishing/Marketing Contact
Lauren Jones Book Marketing Manager Booktrope Publishing lauren.jones@booktrope.com
About Booktrope Booktrope is a new type of publishing company, founded in 2011 in Seattle, WA. Committed to the creation of quality books and to our unique marketing methods, we’re pioneering a book development process called team publishing. Learn more at www.booktrope.com.

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Tuesday, March 1, 2016


I just sent out my very first newsletter. 

YAY!!! And guh. 

It was work. I won't lie to you. Not because it was super hard to navigate the Mail chimp system (it was not). Not because it was difficult to come up with the content. So why am I going on about it....???

It was like pulling teeth to find the time to put it together and make sure it looked good. 

But I digress. It's out in the world now. And when I say, out in the world, I mean all 9 (nine; IX, nueve...) recipients have received it. 


I've been assured that one day I'll most definitely see the benefit in creating a list/newsletter. Right now though, knowing that I'm only getting maybe 3 or 4 hours of sleep, again, I want to smack myself in the head with the nearest sharp object. 

But hey, you've got to work hard for what you want. Set a goal, dream it, eat it, be it. Then do it. Just do it. Maybe that's the point of this post. Not the fact that I wrote the dang newsletter. The fact that I did it and I only had 9 people sign up. The fact that I stayed up late to get it done. 


Because I don't want to zoom into the future and hate myself because I didn't make every effort to accomplish this BIG, Huge, Colossal dream of becoming a successful author. Because I want to use every tool at my disposal to find my readers. So, in another month or two, I'll send out another newsletter. 

I might not be making a post about that one, though. If you want to check out said newsletter, you can do so here

Have a great day. Read a book and laugh!