Book Tour: Fashion forward by LightBurst Media

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60scoverTitle: Fashion Forward: a 1960s Fashion Coloring Book For Adults

Author/Publisher: LightBurst Media

Release Date: 26 February 2016

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Summary:

Fashion Forward: a 1960s Fashion Coloring Book for Adults features 27 original fashion illustrations for you to color and enjoy. Images are printed single sided so that you can easily cut them out. Relive the fashions of 1960s including hair, accessories and outfits. Pick a page that jumps out to you and let the fun begin!

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~ About the Author ~

LightBurst Media is a publisher of unique adult coloring books. We use only original, hand-drawn art in our coloring books. Our first book, Space Dreams: Sci-Fi Adult Coloring Book Adventure, was published in December 2015. It is receiving a lot of good attention and is also a good adult coloring book for men as well as women. We have several other adult coloring books coming out in 2016. For more information about our new releases, promotions and giveaways visit us at our website at:

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~ Other Books by this Author ~

coverTitle: Space Dreams

Release Date: 12 December 2015

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Summary:

Space Dreams: Sci-Fi Adult Coloring Book Adventure features 38 original sci-fi illustrations for you to color and enjoy. Images are printed single sided so that you can easily cut them out. Immerse yourself in a land where robots, portals, aliens, and beautiful space villages exist. Pick a page that jumps out to you and let the fun begin!
-38 Original hand-drawn pages, no computer generated images
-Images printed single sided
-Perfect coloring book for men and women!
-Bonus offer to get two free images from Space Dreams, inside the book

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Title: Dream Journal Diary

Author/Publisher: LightBurst Media

Release Date: 5 February 2016

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Summary:

Dream Journal Diary: Write, Sketch and Color Your Dreams will guide you to record, process, sketch and interpret your dreams. The book is laid out with a two page spread for each entry. 5 coloring pages are included in the back of the book from Space Dreams: Sci-Fi Adult Coloring Book Adventure.

*Size 5×8”
*Lined areas for writing down and interpreting your dream
*Unlined sketch box on each entry you to sketch or doodle
*White paper
*Features 5 coloring pages from Space Dreams: Sci-Fi Adult Coloring Book Adventure to help you get your creativity flowing!

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Book Tour & Review: The Journey by Shadahyah Elizabeth (The Ultimate Power #1)

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Title: The Journey

Author: Shadahyah Elizabeth

Release Date: 23 March

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Renee, Elizabeth and Jasmine’s were three ordinary girls, living a boring life in a small village right outside the great kingdom of Aden. But when a deranged king forces them to leave their village, these three girls embark on an incredible journey that will ultimately lead them to discover who they really are and what their birth means to the world.

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“Don’t touch me!” screamed Elizabeth frantically, as she tried hard to fight off an unknown attacker. She was in the forest with her two best friends when, all of a sudden, they were attacked by a half dozen men, who looked as if they were in the king’s army. “Leave us alone,” Elizabeth ordered. Her voice was shaking, and so were her hands, she was petrified. Her intuition was telling her to run, get as far away from that place as humanly possible, but she couldn’t move, there were too many of them and neither she nor her friends were strong enough to take on all the men and live to tell about it. The men only laughed at her demands, while each one joked about what they would do to them after they had captured the girls.

“Just be good little girls and come with us,” one of the soldiers said. His face was dark; in fact, all of their faces were, and the only thing the girls could make out was their mouths—all up in a Cheshire cat smile, waiting to attack their prey. The men proceeded to put the girls in a carriage.

“NO!” Elizabeth yelled. The moment she did, the scene vanished, and she was sitting in a dark room. The only light came from an open window a few feet away from where she sat as the moon shined brightly inside what seemed like a bedroom.  It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, and the moment they did, she realized that she was in her room and sitting on top of her bed, with covers over her.  She took in a deep breath and sighed. “It was only a dream,” she said as she brought her hand up to her forehead, which she soon discovered was drenched in sweat. What was that dream all about, she wondered as she proceeded to pull the covers back over herself and lay back down, trying to go back sleep. However, after ten minutes of tossing and turning, she decided to get up and go outside—hoping that the night air would help cool her down so she could go back to sleep. Placing one foot on the floor at a time, Elizabeth rose to her feet, and headed for her bedroom door.

The hallway was dimly lit with at least five candles between Elizabeth’s room and the stairs. Ever since she was a little girl, her father John Kimache, would have the servants leave a few candles lit, just in case Elizabeth had a bad dream—and that night wasn’t any different. As she made her way down the long stairway, she made sure not to make any noise for fear of waking up her father, who had just come back to the village after being away for a month on business. John was the wealthiest merchant in all their village, with store fronts in many neighboring and far away villages, so his business kept him gone a lot. At first, Elizabeth would complain about his frequent absence, however, after a while she got used to it and always asked to be brought back a trinket from his trips; this time it was a gold butterfly ring that she hadn’t taken off since he came back.

The moment she opened the front door, Elizabeth felt the warm breeze from the summer night swoop upon her like a thief, stealing her breath and forcing her to close her eyes for fear of what it would take next. Her heart began to calm down as she slowly breathed in the night air. As she opened her eyes, she noticed something very peculiar; the moon was huge and purple. Never in her life had she ever witnessed something so miraculous, and the way it was shining made her feel as if it was shining only on her. 

“Are you okay?” She heard a voice call out to her. Turning her head towards the voice, she saw her best friend, Renee Clover, staring back at her with a puzzled expression, and her beautiful hazel eyes sparkling in the moonlight. Renee stood almost a foot taller than Elizabeth, with long, sandy brown hair and beautiful caramel skin. Her figure was full, both in the breast and in the butt, and though Elizabeth had almost the exact same frame, unlike Renee, she felt insecure and looked away. Mostly because when they would walk around town together with their other friend, Jasmine, Elizabeth would normally be in the back and ignored, while her two friends got all of the attention.

Elizabeth shook her head and Renee sighed. “Did you have another bad dream?” she asked as she made her way to her friend. For the past few weeks, Elizabeth had been having bad dreams, some more violent than others, and each time she would end up in front of the house. 

“Why are you here?” Elizabeth asked, ignoring Renee’s question. She knew why Renee was there, it was the same reason every year, not to mention the link they all shared that told each of them when the other was in trouble. It was almost like a sixth sense—or a seventh in their case; because they could also talk to each other telepathically. Both skills they discovered when they were young, and had been using ever since.

“You know why I’m here,” Renee replied with a smirk as she gently brushed one of Elizabeth’s curly strands from her face.

“Thanks,” Elizabeth replied softly.

“You’re welcome. Now are you okay?” Renee asked, concerned.

“I’m fine,” Elizabeth softly said, though she didn’t feel fine. In fact, she felt afraid and vulnerable, only she didn’t understand how a dream could get to her so bad.

“You don’t look fine,” they heard another voice say. The two girls looked over and saw Jasmine walking up towards them. Her cat like eyes were nearly engulfed by her wide smile as her honey-bronzed complexion sparked in the moonlight. Her arms were folded perfectly across her breasts. She was just as curvy as her friends and, to some, considered to be extremely short tempered, however, she was still considered to be one of the most beautiful girls in the entire village, much like her friends.

Elizabeth sighed. “What are you doing here?”

“You know why I’m here. I couldn’t sleep either and you needed me. So, are you okay?” Jasmine replied.

Elizabeth sat down on the ground and her friends joined her, she then turned her attention to the huge, purple moon and after a few seconds finally decided to speak. “Don’t you guys think that moon is weird?” she asked completely ignoring their question.

“Yes, it’s weird, we’ll talk about that later. Right now we need you to answer our question,” Jasmine declared, unwilling to let her off so easily.

Elizabeth sighed then looked at her friends. “I’m okay, it was just a bad dream,” she assured them. She wanted to change the subject, anything but reliving that dream would have made her happy.

“What happened in this one?” asked Renee. She was just as determined as Jasmine to find out why their best friend, who always seemed so collected, would be standing in her doorway at almost midnight, looking as if she had almost been run over by a carriage. Elizabeth knew that the only way she could get rid of them was by telling them exactly what they wanted to know, even though it meant they would laugh at her.

Elizabeth took in a deep breath and then closed her eyes, in order to remember her dream and calm her heart, which was still beating a bit too fast. A few second later, she opened her eyes, released her breath, and began to tell her friends about the dream. “We were somewhere in the forest, only I’m not sure where because I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

“What did it look like?” Jasmine asked, interrupting her. She had placed her head on her knees and was looking up at Elizabeth like a child being read a bedtime story by her mother.

“I can’t remember what it looked like. All I know is that there was a river nearby, and it looked like we were about to bathe.” Elizabeth said, shrugging her shoulders as she tried to remember the images from her dream. She recalled that while she was sleeping, everything seemed so vivid. She could smell the water and even feel the warm breeze from the evening sky, however, the moment she tried to remember it, she couldn’t.

“Okay, so the three of us were in this mysterious forest about to bathe. Then what happened?” Renee asked.

Elizabeth looked down. She wasn’t sure if she should tell them what happened next or not, because given their personalities, she knew they would laugh at her and tell her it was stupid. However, she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was more of a dream to her than a nightmare.

“Lizzy?” Renee and Jasmine said, in unison. They said interrupting Elizabeth’s thoughts.

Elizabeth closed her eyes, and then in one breath she said, “We were attacked by some men that looked like soldiers.”

Jasmine frowned, “Why would soldiers attack us?” Her tone told Elizabeth that she wasn’t buying it. That the mere thought of it was unbelievable because in the king’s eyes, they and their village was just another small village in his reach.

“I don’t know.” Elizabeth admitted. “They wanted to take us somewhere, only we didn’t want to go, so they tried to force us into these carriages.” Elizabeth shuddered just thinking about it.

“Then what happened?” Renee asked

      Elizabeth shook her head, “Then I woke up and came outside. I can’t remember anything else.” She admitted. “Do you guys think it means anything?” She asked hesitantly. She could already tell that they weren’t taking her dream serious, and instantly regretted telling them about it.

“It sounds like your daydreams are getting to you.” Renee replied with a laugh.

“I agree. You should really stop daydreaming before bedtime, it’s starting to affect your sanity.” Jasmine said.

“Besides Lizzy, why would the soldiers come after three country girls from a small village?” Renee added.

Elizabeth sighed. She knew they wouldn’t take it serious. Who would? Besides, Renee had a point. Why would the king send soldiers to get them, it wasn’t like they had ever met the king; in fact, they had never even been out of their little village, except in their imagination, so the idea itself was preposterous. “You’re right. It must have been my imagination running away from me.” Said Elizabeth, just so they could change the subject. She knew that they wouldn’t be of any help. The idea of the soldiers coming after them was too unreal, however, this wasn’t the first time she had dreamt about running from the king, and something told her that it wouldn’t be the last, either.

Renee put her arm around Elizabeth, and Jasmine did the same. “Of course we are. Just stop daydreaming or reading before bedtime and you’ll be fine.”

“So besides seeing about me, why are you guys here?” Elizabeth asked, as if she already knew the answer. It was pretty much a tradition and it happened every year before the clock struck twelve.

“I told you. I can’t sleep and I am too excited about tomorrow.” Renee informed her. Her hazel eyes staring politely at Elizabeth.

“Oh, our birthday?” Elizabeth asked. Besides being good friends, Renee, Elizabeth and Jasmine shared the same birthday and not just the day, but the year as well. They were all born at the same time and looked so much alike, that many people began to question if they were related, which they would politely reply “no.”

“Right, I can’t believe we are going to be 18 this year.” Jasmine said with a smile.

“It’s just another year, nothing to get too worked up about.” Elizabeth said, nonchalantly.

“It’s not just another year.” Replied Renee, “It’s the year that we have to choose who to marry.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. It was tradition in their village that once a girl turned eighteen, she would be married off; which was why it was so important for them to court early in life, so they wouldn’t be stuck with someone no one wanted. “No thank you.” She retorted in a snarling tone.

“Really Lizzy, you mean to tell me that you hadn’t once even thought about it?” Jasmine teased. She, like Renee, knew Elizabeth was lying, and it wasn’t because her head was screaming it—it showed in her face. She always wanted to get married but was too worried about leaving her father alone, and that is why she would deny every guys advances. All of her life, it had just been her and her father. She had no mother to speak of, nor any other family. In fact, Renee and Jasmine were the closet thing she had to sisters, with their parents being more like her family than just her friends’ parents.

“No never.” Elizabeth said so quickly that it made her friends laugh and her face fluster so brightly that she was glad they couldn’t see the rosy coloring of her cheeks.

“Liar.” Said Renee with a tenacious laugh.

“I’m n—” Elizabeth started but she knew there was no use in finishing her sentence, especially since lying to them was pretty much impossible—so was keeping any secret because of their ability to read each other’s minds, however, it was only each other’s. Over the years they had tried to expand that ability by staring intensely at other people—only to come off as weird, so they gave up and decided to only use it on each other. They had gotten so good at controlling the ability, that after a while they found that they could actually sense when the other was in danger or needed any help.  So instead of lying Elizabeth just shook her head and said, “Okay, maybe I do, but there is no one here that interests me.”

“Then how about for our birthday we go to the capital?” Jasmine said, excitedly. She had felt the same way as Elizabeth about the men in their little village. No one there sparked her interests either. So she figured that if they left the village for a few hours, maybe they could find someone interesting or at least have an adventure.

Elizabeth shook her head vigorously. “The capital is half a day’s ride from here, if we go we could get into trouble.” She explained. Ever since they could remember, their parents had prohibited them from going anywhere near the capital, even leaving the village was prohibited unless they were with their parents or Jasmine’s older brother Ethan, which never happened.

“Maybe, but you said it yourself, there is no one in this little village that you want to marry,” Jasmine reminded her as a way to get Elizabeth into saying she would come.

“But there might be one in the capital.” Renee added.  They both stared intensively at Elizabeth as if to say, you’re going no matter what you say; even if we have to make you. It was always like that with her. She had to always be the responsible one while Renee and Jasmine ran amok and did whatever they wanted.

Elizabeth sighed, she knew she wasn’t going to win this argument, she never did, which was why they always ganged up on her, and besides, what was the harm of going to the capital. So despite the small voice in her head telling her that it was a bad idea she said, “Fine. What time do we leave?”

Her friends let out a small squeal then hugged her.

“Thank you.” Jasmine said whole heartily. She had always wanted to go to the capital. Ever since she was a little girl, she had heard stories about how grand and beautiful the great capital of Aden was, with its many lakes and beautiful gardens. The way the moonlight danced off the river, not to mention the marketplace, so full of life and energy. It was unlike anything they had ever experienced there. In the small town of Cerin, a little village located just on the outskirts of the grand kingdom. It was so small that it went unnoticed by mostly everyone, including the king.

“Don’t thank me just yet.” Elizabeth said with a tiny laugh.  “You still haven’t told me the time.”

“After breakfast,” Renee happily replied with a little nod.

“Okay, I have to feed the animals first, but I’m sure I can get away afterwards.” Elizabeth explained. She was just as excited as her friends were, only she didn’t want to show it.  They had never set one foot out of the village their entire life, so the idea of leaving even for the day was enough to make her say yes—anything to get away from the boring existence that was that village.

“Great, then after you’re done feeding the animals, meet us at the edge of the forest—and Lizzy, don’t be late!” Renee warned.

“I’m never late, that’s you,” Elizabeth corrected. The girls laughed, then stood up and went back into their respected houses, more excited than ever about the coming day.

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~ Review ~

I can’t say i loved or hated the book. it was just not my cup of tea. i started the book as soon as i got it, but here’s the truth i was stopping every chapter and putting it aside. now that i’m writing this review i can;t find anything wrong with it.  There’s a good writing style. but it just didn’t suck me in as i would have wanted it to. i believe i should reread the book once i get over it completely. i do want to read the next book. hopefully, there will be at least one more!

Enjoy it!

~ About the Author ~

Shadahyah Elizabeth was born and raised in Saint Louis, Missouri. She grew up loving the art of music, acting, photograph, and writing. Nothing else really sparked an interest. She first began writing when she was twelve years old when she and her sisters would make up stories and act them out with each other. In order to come up with new ideas for these stories, they would write them down, and from that, her love of writing began.

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Book Tour: Dream Journal by Light Burst Media

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Title: Dream Journal Diary

Author/Publisher: LightBurst Media

Release Date: 5 February 2016

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Summary:

Dream Journal Diary: Write, Sketch and Color Your Dreams will guide you to record, process, sketch and interpret your dreams. The book is laid out with a two page spread for each entry. 5 coloring pages are included in the back of the book from Space Dreams: Sci-Fi Adult Coloring Book Adventure.

*Size 5×8”
*Lined areas for writing down and interpreting your dream
*Unlined sketch box on each entry you to sketch or doodle
*White paper
*Features 5 coloring pages from Space Dreams: Sci-Fi Adult Coloring Book Adventure to help you get your creativity flowing!

~ Except ~

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~ About the Author ~

LightBurst Media is a publisher of unique adult coloring books. We use only original, hand-drawn art in our coloring books. Our first book, Space Dreams: Sci-Fi Adult Coloring Book Adventure, was published in December 2015. It is receiving a lot of good attention and is also a good adult coloring book for men as well as women. We have several other adult coloring books coming out in 2016. For more information about our new releases, promotions and giveaways visit us at our website at:

Website | Facebook | Instagram | Pinterest | Twitter

~ Other Books by this Author ~

 

coverTitle: Space Dreams

Release Date: 12 December 2015

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Summary:

Space Dreams: Sci-Fi Adult Coloring Book Adventure features 38 original sci-fi illustrations for you to color and enjoy. Images are printed single sided so that you can easily cut them out. Immerse yourself in a land where robots, portals, aliens, and beautiful space villages exist. Pick a page that jumps out to you and let the fun begin!
-38 Original hand-drawn pages, no computer generated images
-Images printed single sided
-Perfect coloring book for men and women!
-Bonus offer to get two free images from Space Dreams, inside the book

 

60scoverTitle: Fashion Forward: a 1960s Fashion Coloring Book For Adults

Author/Publisher: LightBurst Media

Release Date: 26 February 2016

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Summary:

Fashion Forward: a 1960s Fashion Coloring Book for Adults features 27 original fashion illustrations for you to color and enjoy. Images are printed single sided so that you can easily cut them out. Relive the fashions of 1960s including hair, accessories and outfits. Pick a page that jumps out to you and let the fun begin!

 

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Book Tour: The Death of Ink by M.M. John

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Title: The Death of Ink

Author: M.M. John

Release Date: 30 January 2014

Publisher: CreateSpace

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Paige Langley is a bright girl with a troubled home life. Devon Connors is a star athlete and school journalist with a past he wants to hide. When Paige reads Devon’s short story binder, Paige thinks she’s reading fiction. She doesn’t know about the dead girl who haunts him every night… Rather than have his secrets exposed, Devon befriends Paige and helps edit her entry for a writing contest that Paige desperately wants to win. High school politics—and the spark of chemistry—keeps their relationship interesting. But can she trust him?

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Germaine’s Used Books

Paige Langley rushed past the poster advertising the latest New York Times Bestseller, and rested her books on the only table available in Germaine’s Used Books.

Catching her breath, nostrils flaring, she surveyed the area before starting down a book aisle.

Bookshelves made of oak stretched from floor to mid-ceiling with an impressive showcase of titles. Quotes from Faulkner and Shakespeare were stenciled over bookcases. On the far-left wall was a mural of a family reading under a tree. Ads for half-off and buy one get one free sales lined the wall. Everything in the store seemed to encourage, even beg people to buy a book.

Paige picked up a book from a shelf, an old Linda Davis title. On the cover, a busty brunette rested in the embrace of her equally as attractive male counterpart. Paige read the tagline near the bottom: Will a decade’s old secret tear lovers apart?

The book pages felt worn under her fingers. Dog-eared pages revealed love scenes, the especially salacious bits underlined in red. The blurb promised late night trysts with barrel-chested, hairy men.

Maybe reading would help her forget the knot in her throat, the memory of eating her lunch in solitude, choking back tears. Everyone seemed to have a friend. But being fifteen, a new student and a senior could take a toll on anyone.

Paige lowered her eyes, sighed, and walked back to her table. She gingerly rested the book on the table, pushing her school bag and textbooks under her seat.

She searched through the aisles for the book she needed for A.P. History and even talked to the man at the customer service desk without any luck. She started back to her chair, and stopped.

The book she rested on the table was pushed aside, replaced by a clutter of papers and folders. In the chair opposite hers a boy, mumbled to himself and wrote on a paper.

Devon Connors cursed and erased something. Sunlight from the vertical window hit his cheek and reflected off the metal rings of his binder. His planner told him what he already knew: Essay. Four pages. Due tomorrow.

Chewing his bottom lip, he watched his pencil sitting uselessly in his hands.

Of all the writing prompts, Mr. Gerard chose one that promised to be devoid of any joy or fulfillment.

Describe the advantages and disadvantages of Dickens’s use of present tense narration in Bleak House.

Maybe it would have been easier to write if he had actually read the book. The book looked like an interesting read, but like most of his assignments, he had gotten to it too late. Senioritis had reared its ugly head, leading to a dull sense of complacency and the sensation that high school was over before it was done.

He wished to be struck with a bolt of inspiration, an idea, a thought, anything. Still, he knew genius didn’t come from thin air. Writing took time, practice and patience.

He just didn’t have any right now.

A shadow fell over the table. He looked up at a short kid scowling back at him. Weird.

Confused, he turned back to his work. The girl let out an exasperated sigh and retrieved her book on the other side of the table.

“Oh, were you there?” he asked.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I’ll just go somewhere else.” She brushed her red hair off her shoulders.

“Sit here,” he said. “Sorry, didn’t know anyone was there.” Well, there had been that book, but people left books on tables here all the time.

“I’m Devon, by the way.” He pushed his things aside to make room for her.

“Paige.” She sat down and immediately opened her book, lips twisted.

On second glance, she didn’t look that young. Freckles sprinkled her cheeks. Her lips were full and pink beneath a nose too small to be called bulbous and too big to be considered diminutive. She was pretty, if he sort of squinted. And she looked familiar, as if he’d seen her just that morning. “You live around here, don’t you? I’ve seen you before.”

She must have been caught in a dream world. She looked up, startled.

But those eyes, nothing plain about them. As if she was so much more than the deceptively simple package she was wrapped in. Bright green irises that melted into pupils as dark and enigmatic as the expression she was wearing.

Paige set her book down. “I’m sure you haven’t,” she said. “I live in Leesburg.”

“That’s a long way.”

Leesburg was called the Lakefront City for good reason. It was nestled next to the teeming waters of Lake Harris, about twenty-two miles away from Clermont.

“I just started at Bass Towers,” she said. She fingered the corners of her book, eager to get back to whatever garbage bodice-ripper she’d picked up.

“That explains it. I’ve been going there for three years. I’m a senior.”

“I guess you must have seen me around campus.”

“It’s a big school,” he said. “Do you like it so far?”

Paige paused for a moment.

“Not much?” Devon asked unaware Paige’s attention was by the doors.

Paige focused on Devon again. “Well…” she tilted her head thoughtfully. She laughed, “I guess not, but I’ve made a few friends.” Something about the way she hesitated told him she was lying. “Some things confuse me. Why is Room 103 next to Room 110 on the first floor?”

“Prank,” he said. “It happens at the beginning of every school year. Some idiot switches the plate numbers on the doors. It usually stays that way for about two weeks until someone cares enough to change it back.” He studied Paige for a second. “I hope it didn’t throw you off too much.”

“I got along fine, thankfully,” she said.

He realized he was staring. He looked down at his paper, erased a sentence and sighed.

“What are you working on?” she asked.

“This?” he laughed, and pushed his paper over to her. She leaned forward. “Just an assignment I have for my literature class.”

“You’ve made excellent progress on it,” she said.

The page was blank.

“Glad you think so.”

She giggled.

“Yeah, well, wait until you get into your senior year. The amount of work they give us is ridiculous,” Devon said.

Paige started to speak. Her smile faded and she stared past him again. He turned around.

“I thought you were saving a seat for me…”

Cristina Spradley stood behind him, wearing track shorts, a hoodie and neon orange crocs. She rested her Jansport backpack on the table.

“I was.”

“God, look at this table. Almost as bad as your room. I hope my stuff isn’t in here.”

The table was crowded with open folders, papers and textbooks. Bits of eraser and crumpled notepad paper were scattered. There wasn’t enough room on the table for an elbow, much less a textbook.

Devon’s face turned bright red. Paige went back to reading her novel—or at least pretending to.

“It’s under the table.”

Cristina looked around, her light blue eyes stopping on Paige. She paused as if really seeing her for the first time. “Hey.” She sounded embarrassed.

“Hi,” Paige said quietly.

“You’re done getting your books?” Devon asked.

“They’re not here. I’m ready to go.” Her tone soured.

Devon started to pack his things. “I’m not going to another store.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

He stuffed his things in his book-bag.

Cristina put a hand on her hip and looked at Paige. “Sorry he was bothering you.”

Paige nodded, lowering her head deeper into her book, not seeing, not hearing, though a smile played at her features.

Devon zipped his backpack. “Happy?”

“Fine, let’s go.”

Cristina hurried to the door without a glance back.

Bye. Devon mouthed over his shoulder.

Paige waved at him and watched them exit. She returned to her book. Definitely a flirt. The blonde had to be his girlfriend.

She realized she hadn’t done what she needed. She put down her book, which she decided to purchase later. With a less crowded table, there was plenty of space to work.

But a binder she did not recognize was with her other things. It was white with a protective sleeve on the cover. It didn’t have any identifying marks on it, only two words written on the front with a black sharpie: The Collection.

She opened the binder and read the first page, again only two words: “Drummond Island.”

She did a quick thumb-through of the pages, taking into account that there weren’t any names, only pages full of words. Every so often there was a break in the words, and then a page with a drawing or sketch.

It couldn’t have been an assignment. There would have been some form of a header on it. There was none.

Maybe the binder belonged to Devon? But she was sure she saw him put the only binder he had out back in his bag. Almost positive. The binder could belong to anybody. Dozens of people passed through Germaine’s in one day. Perhaps someone left behind by accident?

Acting against her better judgment, she stuffed the binder in her bag. She would look it over tomorrow.

***

Paige spent the next afternoon sitting in the living room, reading The Collection, and eating bowls of Pops cereal.

From “Godless,” about a minister’s wife who posed as a prostitute and killed her husband, to “Drummond Island,” a sentimental account of a father-son relationship, there were sixteen stories in all. The binder was three inches thick with the protective cover tattered on the front. The stories were recorded on white, lineless paper that was yellowed and creased at the corners.

She was mesmerized by the stories, and the author behind them. Paige flipped back a page.

The author. He or she was hard to identify.

Rob.

The name was on a page by itself surrounded by white canvas. It was struck through three times. Then there was the name Olivia a few pages after that in the same fashion. Smack in the middle of the narratives that Paige got her answer.

DevonJConnorsDevonConnorssDevonJayCnnrsDevonnconnor…

She thought so. Unless it was dumb chance that she met a Devon at the same time she found the binder, it belonged to him, or someone obsessed with him. Paige closed the binder.

***

The binder was still in Paige’s room on Saturday.

Her grandmother and sister were at work. Paige was at home watching a trashy reality show on TV and babysitting her niece, Justice. All part of a healthy weekend diet.

Justice sat in the corner of the living room, her legs splayed over the pale beige carpet. A Barbie and Ken doll in her hands, she smashed their heads together in a false kiss.

Paige frowned. “Juney, that’s not a nice thing for dolls to do.”

The girl just made a face at her aunt and continued the dolls’ make-out session.

Paige hadn’t seen Devon on Friday. So the binder remained in an isolated spot on her bookshelf.

Okay, so she hadn’t exactly been looking for him at school, either.

She unraveled the ad she took from the school’s bulletin board:

The First National Linda Davis Writing Contest

Do you have a passion for writing?

Do you dream of seeing your name on bookshelves?

Do you long for the fame of being a celebrity writer?

Sponsored by the author of the award-winning book The Novel Affair, the Linda Davis High School writing contest is now open.

Three (3) contest winners will receive a $5,000 dollar cash prize each and an autographed copy of Linda Davis’ latest: Nighttime Enemies. One (1) grand prize winner will win a trip to New York to meet Linda Davis and receive a free critique from her editors with a chance at publication.

Open to all high school seniors in the continental United States. For full contest rules, details and exclusions, visit: lindadavis.com/fiction_contest

The timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

Still in her pajamas, Paige lounged in her grandmother’s two-position recliner and changed the speed on the seat’s back massager. Her phone vibrated on the side table next to her.

She ignored it. Landon always called Saturdays.

They’d met five years before, when his parents divorced and he moved into his grandmother’s house at the end of the cul-de-sac. Two years older than her, he’d been one of her only friends at her old school. Actually, they’d been more than friends.

The phone beeped for the second time that morning. Out of curiosity, she listened to the message. His phone was choppy. It always was. There was a lot of background noise: music, voices, and the robotic whirl of some type of machinery.

“Hey,” Landon’s voice came out through the sea of static. “Um, I don’t know if you’re not there, or if you’re just ignoring my calls.” That last bit sounded angry. “Still, I know you’re alone this Saturday, and I was wondering if you want to hang out.” There was a break in his words, it sounded like he was talking to someone in the background. “It’s busy in here,” he said, laughing. “Anyway, I get off work at three, so call me by then, okay?”

The line went dead.

Paige ended the call and returned the phone on the side-table.

~ About the Author ~

College student by day, clandestine writer by night, M. M. John lives in a Florida town full of ghosts, mysteries and secrets. The Death of Ink is her first novel.

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Title: How to Make Maximum Impact in Life

Author: Bibi Bunmi Apampa

Release Date: 20 Jan 2016

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Summary:

There are some people who live in a dream world. There are others who face reality. Then there are those who turn their dream to reality. Discover how you can maximize your potential, control your destiny, ignite passion into your life and relationships, leave a legacy and turn your dream to reality. Imprint your deed in the hearts and mind of people around you. Learn how to utilize the three powers that is inside you to become a living legend and Make Maximum Impart in Life

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International bestselling author, Award winner and High Performance Business Coach Bibi Apampa is pleased to announce the publication of How To Make Maximum Impact In Life, a comprehensive guide to helping you become healthy, wealthy, and wise.

Bibi Bunmi Apampa is an award-winning international bestselling author and top high performance business coach who will show you how to make maximum impact in your life, business, ministry, and relationships. She is a recognized consultant and adviser on rich retirement planning, as well as a regular trainer on transformational leadership, wealth creation, financial empowerment, and business breakthrough strategies and techniques. Bibi not only knows how making money Online, Offline and in between… but she also knows how to coach and mentor successful people, change mindsets … and ultimately lives

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