Val Muller

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This week’s post comes to us from Val Muller, author of the Corgi Capers mystery series (for young detectives) and the sci-fi romance For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal. Check out www.corgicapers.com for an upcoming anniversary celebration!

Next week’s post comes to us from RC Bonitz this week- a little out of order due to various personal commitments.  RC’s latest book in A Little Bit of Baby which is available on a special offer from Silver Publishing.

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Sam stood up from the wheelchair, using Remy’s arm for support. He rose to his feet, his arm around Remy’s shoulder to take the weight off his thigh. As the doctors warned him, the bullet wound would ache for months. But Remy’s body was warm against his, making him forget his pain. Sam smiled back graciously at the nurse who had wheeled him to the curb, hoping the gesture would dismiss her. He didn’t like being pampered even though he knew it was hospital policy. Remy handed him the crutch, and he stuck it under his arm and looked to Remy’s car, just a few steps away. He turned back, but the nurse was still standing there, smiling. He wanted her to leave. He wanted to be alone with Remy.

“Here you go,” Remy said, putting an arm around Sam’s waist to guide him toward the passenger seat.

Her touch felt warm, and he smiled automatically, instantly forgetting about the nurse. Remy had been visiting him every day at the hospital, spending all the time she was allowed. With Sam’s injury, the office had closed for the week, anyway. Irene referred the more urgent appointments to one of Sam’s colleagues. The others had been rescheduled, and Sam shuddered to think how busy he would be playing catch-up. He would have to hire additional help.

Sam stood near the passenger door and gazed into Remy’s eyes. She looked exhausted—but beautiful.

“How’s the packing?” he asked.

“Almost done,” she said.

“And the security deposit?”

“The landlord said that due to—circumstances—she was letting me out of the lease with no penalties. I get everything back.”

“Good,” Sam said.

“I just can’t wait to be out of that place. So many memories. More like nightmares. I can’t believe that night I almost fell for Jeremy. What was I thinking? And Barbara… I don’t think I’ll ever get the sound of that gunshot out of my head. I know she’s going to be locked up for a while, but that apartment just has too many ghosts haunting me.”

Sam frowned, his leg wincing as he remembered the incident that caused his injury. “Have you given any thought to where you’ll move?”

Remy shrugged. “Everything’s almost all packed. I’ll move most of it into storage until I figure out something more permanent. Irene said I could crash on her couch for a little while. With all the catching up at the office, I can’t imagine any of us will be getting much sleep in the next few weeks.”

“And after that?” Sam asked.

“ I—” Her face flushed.

Sam’s lips curled into a smile, and he leaned back against the car door so that he faced her completely.  “I’ve got an idea,” he said.

“What idea is that?” Remy asked, flirting and feigning naiveté to hide her embarrassment.

“I always thought my place was too big for just a bachelor.”

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Val Muller
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Deborah Dera
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Jessica Degarmo
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Back to the Future is my absolute favorite movie. In high school, I had a shrine in my room dedicated to anything BTTF I could find. A great inspiration for me as an author was the character of George McFly, an aspiring sci-fi writer/nerd who always shied away from confrontation and adversity until his son traveled back in time and helped him overcome that. Possibly my favorite scene in the novel is when George McFly (the George of 1985 after being visited by his son) receives a box of books–his first novel. As he hands a copy to his son, he reminds us all that “you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.” I’ve wanted to be an author since I can remember, and I’ve been watching Back to the Future since I can remember. That quote and scene has always stuck with me, and when I received my first box of novels last year, I felt like George myself.

In this time-travel novella incorporating sweet romance and science fiction, Anna, a young graduate student, has found her intellectual soul mate. She and Dr. Thomas Wellesley, forty years her senior, have been working on sensitive research involving time travel. She respects the man: he is married to his work and just as passionate about science as she is. He is her favorite part of the day and she'll stop at nothing to help their research.  When a rival professor threatens their research and their safety, Dr. Wellesley does everything in his power to protect Anna from harm. But in his effort to protect her, he inadvertently sends her back in time. Forty years back in time, to be exact—to a time when a young student named Tommy Wellesley is just embarking on his first degree in physics. And it’ll be up to young Tommy to see Anna safely back to her own time. If he can bear to lose her.   This edition also includes two short time travel stories. “Suicide Watch” explores the more dangerous ramifications of time travel. After an unfortunate fight with the love of his life, Matthew Mitchell discovers a time machine. Tempted to win back his girlfriend, Matt takes the machine for a spin, only to find out that time travel is much more complicated than he expected, and the results are catastrophic. “Toward Every Future’s Past” is flavored with sci-fi and fantasy and examines the cyclical nature of time and man’s difficulty in comprehending it.

In this time-travel novella incorporating sweet romance and science fiction, Anna, a young graduate student, has found her intellectual soul mate. She and Dr. Thomas Wellesley, forty years her senior, have been working on sensitive research involving time travel. She respects the man: he is married to his work and just as passionate about science as she is. He is her favorite part of the day and she’ll stop at nothing to help their research. When a rival professor threatens their research and their safety, Dr. Wellesley does everything in his power to protect Anna from harm. But in his effort to protect her, he inadvertently sends her back in time. Forty years back in time, to be exact—to a time when a young student named Tommy Wellesley is just embarking on his first degree in physics. And it’ll be up to young Tommy to see Anna safely back to her own time. If he can bear to lose her. This edition also includes two short time travel stories. “Suicide Watch” explores the more dangerous ramifications of time travel. After an unfortunate fight with the love of his life, Matthew Mitchell discovers a time machine. Tempted to win back his girlfriend, Matt takes the machine for a spin, only to find out that time travel is much more complicated than he expected, and the results are catastrophic. “Toward Every Future’s Past” is flavored with sci-fi and fantasy and examines the cyclical nature of time and man’s difficulty in comprehending it.

For this blog hop, I’m giving away a copy of my novella For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal. It’s the story of a college student who travels back in time to the 1970s and falls in love with her professor, someone who in her own time is close to retirement. When she returns, she finds the world is futuristic compared to what she remembers… and that isn’t the only thing that’s changed… The novella includes two other time travel shorts, one about a man’s personal struggle with a time machine and his own stubborn will, and the other about a group of people tasked–for the umpteenth time–with saving humanity.

To enter, use the RaffleCopter link below. Then, check out the other blogs on this hop (see the links at the bottom of this page). And remember, in the words of Doc Brown, “your future hasn’t been written yet… so make it a good one!”
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I received a review copy of this book in exchange for my honest opinion. The opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own.

The Crystal Scepter is based on the myth of Perseus and the Gorgon with many other details added. The book follows Pythius, the king of Paladya, who seeks immortal or lengthened life via a fabled crystal scepter found in Elysiel. To accomplish his goal, he marries Calli (a young woman from Elysiel). When she becomes pregnant and too sick to travel to Elysiel with him, he goes himself, meeting a gorgon in disguise and obtaining the crystal scepter. But his plan does not run smoothly. The scepter scars his hand, making it stiff and burning, and he can’t figure out how to wield it. To make matters worse, a prophesy has declared that his own son will kill him, just as he killed his father. Hearing the prophesy, he decides to kill his newborn son. Calli, learning of his plan just in time, sends the infant across the ocean in a trunk. The boy is found by a fisherman, who decides to raise the child as Perthin. It’s up to Perthin to discover his true identity and fulfill the destiny foretold by the seer.

The best part of this book is the plot: it’s engaging and inherently interesting. Pythius’s evil motives will keep you turning the page to see what happens next, and Calli’s situation is sympathetic enough that readers will care what happens to her. The actual telling of the story was a bit weaker than the plot, however. The first quarter of the book, I felt, contained a bit too much “telling” and background information about Calli’s homeland and the history of some of the people and places. This could just be a personal preference, though, as I tend to lose patience while reading fantasy books with too much back-story. About a quarter of the way in, I found the plot had picked up enough that I was turning pages without realizing it.

Because of the complex plot, the book switches from one character to the next. We follow Pythius as he travels to Elysiel to usurp the scepter. Then we shift to Calli as she dotes on her new-born babe. I did feel, however, that I wanted to stick with one character for a bit longer. As soon as I started to settle in to one character’s story, the perspective would switch. Again, this is a personal preference (I haven’t even attempted to read Game of Thrones yet for just this reason!). The first 140 pages comprise Part One, telling the tale of Perthin’s parents. Part Two picks up with Perth at age 15 (and noticeably smaller than the other boys) but with a heart many times as big. I enjoyed Part Two much more than the first part. I found myself turning the pages quickly and burning through the story into Part Three. The ending, which I will not give away here, was enjoyable as well.

Overall, an interesting mix of mythology, religion, and fiction.

Chapter 31 of Remy’s story is by Deborah Dera. Deborah traditionally ghostwrites articles and stories but is in the process of finishing up her first eBook to be released on the Kindle platform later this year. Keep your eyes peeled.

 Next week’s chapter will come from Val Muller, author of the Corgi Capers mystery series for young detectives and For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal, a time travel trio. Find out more at valm16.sg-host.com.

The Spot Writers’ blogs appear at the end of this story. Don’t forget to check them out.

 

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Chapter 31

 Remy immediately froze where she was, her eyes locked on Barbara.

Sam, ever ready to take control of a situation, started to speak. “Barbara, Remy had nothing to do with Jeremy’s arrest.” As he spoke, he took a step over to try to block Remy from Barbara’s view.

Barbara was crazed, eyes wide. She raised the gun to Sam’s chest and motioned for him to move aside. “Get out of my way and don’t move again.”

Sam slowly moved but only a half step. Barbara turned her gaze back to Remy, who was still standing near the entrance to the kitchen, feeling miles away from Sam.

“I don’t get it. I don’t get what he sees in you. I don’t know why my husband wants to hang out with trash like you.”

Remy struggled to hear Barbara’s words over the sound of her own heart in overdrive. The sight of Barbara waving a gun in front of the man she loved made her realize just that. She did love Sam, and she didn’t want him to be caught in the middle of this mess.

Remy took a breath and tried to keep her tone soft. “Barbara, you know as well as I do that Jeremy’s been stalking me. And he said you’re not married. I don’t know who to believe, and I don’t care. I want nothing to do with either of you. I meant you no harm – not ever.”

Barbara shook her head and seemed to twitch her shoulder. “You’re such a liar,” she spat. “Just like him.”

As she spoke she took a step and started to raise the gun-wielding hand. Remy watched as Sam, startled by Barbara’s sudden movement, moved to reach for her arm. He managed to keep Barbara from raising her arm, but she pulled the trigger as she made contact. The loud cracking left Remy’s ears ringing as she helplessly watched Sam slump to the floor, clutching his thigh. Her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest.

Barbara never even looked down at the man she’d just shot as she continued towards Remy. Remy barely heard Sam shout for her to go as she turned to dash towards the kitchen.

The funny thing about life or death situations is they’re nothing like you see in the movies. None of the fast action or motivating background music exists. To Remy, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, including her legs.

As she turned into the kitchen, Remy made sure to cut as far out of sight of the door as possible. She frantically searched for something to fight with and her eyes landed on the heavy iron skillet her mother had given her when she bought the condo. She’d never used it once – not for cooking, anyway. Remy grabbed the pan as Barbara’s footsteps approached the entryway.

She quickly swung the pan like a baseball bat, landing a heavy thud to the side of Barbara’s face and jaw the moment she crossed over the kitchen threshold. The gun flew from her hand and bounced across the floor moments before Barbara toppled over, unconscious.

Dazed, Remy hesitated.

“Is she out cold?” Remy peeked around the corner to see Sam on the floor by the door, positioned so he could see the kitchen doorway. Remy could only nod.

“Good. You did good, Remy. Listen to me. Don’t panic now. Go pick up the gun.”

Remy had never touched a gun before in her life. She moved quickly around Barbara’s body on the floor and picked up the gun. The tiny piece felt like it weighed a ton in her hand.

“Remy.”

Sam’s voice broke her from her adrenaline induced haze. Sam!

Remy rushed back out of the kitchen and slid onto her knees at Sam’s side. “Is it bad?” She tried to peel back his hand but he wouldn’t budge.

“Best not to look. Just call 9-1-1.”

Remy hurried to the phone and dialed as she ran to the hall closet for towels. As she spoke to the dispatcher, she managed to add the towels and extra pressure to Sam’s gaping thigh wound. Sam’s face was white, and he finally relaxed a bit, leaning his head back against the wall.

They waited.

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RC Bonitz

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Val Muller

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Catherine A. MacKenzie

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Deborah Dera

http://www.deborahdera.com

 

Jessica Degarmo

http://www.jessicadegarmo.com/

Eve Hallows and the Book of Shadows follows the adventures established in the first book of the series, Eve Hallows and the Book of Shrieks (you can read my review of Book One here). Where we left our heroes, Eve found herself a human living in Gravesville, the world of monsters, and somehow the one chosen to guard The Book of Shrieks (and the subsequent books, the second of which is the Book of Shadows). These books were supposedly used to create the land of monsters and are very important to the residents of Eve hallows ShadowsGravesville. But somehow, they have found their way into the world of man.

In the beginning of the book, Eve finds herself in a frustrating situation. She doesn’t fit in with the world of monsters (her father is a shapeshifter, her mother is a gorgon, and she is a lowly human). Returning to Gravesville, she even finds that the monsters hate and fear humans. Still, she sneaks off to her friend’s party (a werewolf coming-of-age gathering). There, she learns that long-held hatred between vampires and wolves has been rekindled, with werewolves supposedly kidnapping vampires and vice versa. Something smells fishy, and Eve is determined to figure it out.

She is quickly taken away, however, to meet with the Director of U.R.N.S., Death. Death reveals to Eve that when she was delivered to Gravesville, he wanted to kill her: he had long-held hatred of humans after a mishap with his own son, a human who went rogue and escaped Death. But Death learned soon enough that Eve would play an important role in protecting the Book of Shrieks, and he spared her life. Death wants Eve to continue her quest to find the rest of the books, and he assigns her a single U.R.N.S. agent, ceasing communication with Eve or her family for fear of a mole.

Eve is disgusted to find her agent is a succubus who tempts all the men and boys in her life—including her father. Still, she has little time for hatred: she and her friends are taken on a field trip to New York City to track down The Source, which disappeared at the end of Book One.

I enjoyed this book a bit more than the original: the characters were better developed, and the writing was better, too. It’s a good middle grade book for girls and boys alike. Eve is a strong female role model with just the right amount of teenage flavor. There’s plenty of action and imagery for boys, too. I won’t ruin the ending, but it does end on a cliffhanger, leaving the reader wanting to know what happens next. It’s a quick read and a page turner for anyone loving a little bit of spook in their book.

Chapter 30 of Remy’s story is by RC Bonitz this week- a little out of order due to various personal commitments.  RC’s latest book in A Little Bit of Baby which is available on a special offer from Silver Publishing.

Next week’s chapter will be from Deborah Dera. Deborah traditionally ghostwrites articles and stories but is in the process of finishing up her first eBook to be released on the Kindle platform later this year. Keep your eyes peeled!

The Spot Writers’ blogs appear at the end of this story. Don’t forget to check them out.

 

Chapter 30

 

“I’m very confused,” Remy murmured. “You’re my boss and we shouldn’t—”

“Never mind that. You can quit when—” Sam started,a twinkle in his eye.

“Are you teasing me? I need my job, Sam, I really do.”

“After we’re married?” Sam murmured.

Remy gasped and tried to calm her tumbling feelings. Married? “Sam, please, I told you, I need time.”

“For what? I love you. You love me. You do, don’t you?” Sam picked her up as if she were a feather and carried her to the bedroom, then stopped at the door, his face set in somber lines. “Don’t you?”

She hesitated, not knowing what she thought at the moment. “I said I needed time,” she whispered, watching worry lines appear around his eyes. He had such lovely eyes, brown and soft and gentle looking. She needed time for what- to decide whether to shag him- or marry him? She certainly didn’t have to seduce him- he was ready. And, oh yes, to be honest, she was too! That little tingle of excitement she’d been trying to squash down was setting her on fire! Decisions about marriage could wait. It was better to sample the merchandise before buying wasn’t it?

She grinned and touched her nose to his. “Enough about this time stuff. Kiss me.”

The doorbell rang.

“Do we need Chinese food?” Sam whispered.

Remy smiled. “We may need lots of energy tonight.”

Sam groaned and set her on her feet. “I’ll get the door while you get some plates ready.”

“No. I’ll pay for it,” Remy protested.

Sam shook his head. “I’ve got it. Dishes please, madam.”

She watched as he strode to the door, moving with a lithe grace she’d never noticed before. He really was an athletic looking man and handsome in his own way. Her heart warmed at the thought as Sam turned the knob on the door.

The door flew open with a bang.

“Who are you? Where is she?” a woman screamed, staring at Sam, then looking wildly around the room. “There you are, bitch. You got him arrested!”

Remy’s heart chilled. She’d seen that face before, a while ago. Barbara! She had a gun in her hand!

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 RC Bonitz

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Val Muller

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Catherine A. MacKenzie

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Deborah Dera

http://www.deborahdera.com

Jessica Degarmo

http://www.jessicadegarmo.com/

Book 2 continues the adventures of Wirt established in Book 1 (you can read my review here). I enjoyed the second book more than the first, as I felt the characters were already established, and I was rooting for them from the start. In this book, a new student arrives, and no one seems to like him—that is, except all the girls! Roland is the object of everyone’s crush, including Alana, who has ended her relationship over the summer with Spencer, as Spencer’s father does not approve of the match. But Roland’s father has had a past conflict with Spencer’s father, and there is immediate tension there.

Wirt has been bothered by strange dreams involving Merlin, and he has been reassigned to room with Roland (at the request of Spencer’s father, who thinks Spencer should have a single room). While Wirt and Spencer are both jealous of Roland mostly because he has alchemist2won Alana’s affection, there are hints that Roland is more sinister than a girl-stealing roommate. Upon first meeting, he shows Wirt a dangerous quantum ball, which is used for a deadly game (if you lose, you die!). We find out later that the school plans to reinstate such a game in the event of a tie-breaker for admittance into the elite class of third-years, which is a major conflict in the book.

The second-years are informed that they’re being tested all year—both with grades and official tests, and with informal observations and Quests. As a result of the testing, fourteen will be chosen to become the elite class of third-years. This means they will be trained in a specialty that will lead them to have an elite job (as a magical advisor to someone in power, for example, like Merlin was to Arthur).

In the meantime, Wirt has been discovering his talent in transmutation—turning one thing into another, surpassing even the talents of his teachers. It seems even the sinister headmaster recognizes Wirt’s talents, though no one will tell him much about his skills, or their significance, or their plans for him. Still, Wirt decides that he’s never had a real home—until he arrived at the Academy. With that in mind, he decides he desires to be accepted as one of the elite class next year, rather than being dismissed to a paltry job with the rest of the unselected students.

I read this book quickly, but I’ll give you fair warning: it ends on a cliffhanger, and you’ll want to read the third book right away!

I received a review copy of this book in exchange for my honest opinion. The views expressed in the above review are my own.

Chapter 29 of the continuing saga of Remy comes to us from Cathy MacKenzie, who has several e-books on Smashwords at: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/camack.

Next week’s chapter will be from Deborah Dera. Deborah traditionally ghostwrites articles and stories but is in the process of finishing up her first eBook to be released on the Kindle platform later this year. Keep your eyes peeled!

The Spot Writers’ blogs appear at the end of this story. Don’t forget to check them out.

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Chapter 29

Remy heard the door close behind her and suddenly felt very tired but, at the same time, she didn’t want him to leave. She dropped her purse on the floor and turned around to face Sam, who was preoccupied with locking the door.

“I’m sure you’ll be safe tonight, but just in case, I’m not taking any chances.”

For the first time in a long time, Remy felt safe and had no qualms about spending the night alone. Except Sam was before her. In her apartment.

“Come on, sit down,” Sam said. “What can I get you?”

“Sam. This is my place. What can I get you?”

“Hey, you’ve been through a lot. I want to wait on you.”

“I’m fine. Really.” Remy sat on the couch and removed her shoes. “I’m just exhausted. It’s been a long day.”

“Things should be calm from now on. Jeremy’s behind bars. Who knows where Barbara is? Without Jeremy around, she’s probably lost.” Sam said.

“She’s one creepy individual, that’s for sure,” Remy said. “I don’t think she’s pregnant at all. Who does that?”

“Just the crazies. People who have nothing better to do.”

Sam sat down beside Remy. “What do you want for dinner? I’m hungry, I know that.”

“I guess I am, too, now that you mention it.”

“Why don’t I call out for Chinese?”

“That sounds good,” Remy said, starting to get up. “King Wok down the road is pretty good.”

“Sit still. I’ll order.”

Remy relaxed back into the couch. “There’s a take-out menu in the desk drawer by the phone in the kitchen.  Top drawer.”

“Anything special you want?”

“I like everything. Surprise me.”

While Sam was in the kitchen, Remy stretched out on the couch. She felt numb, yet alive; tired, yet refreshed. She felt comfortable, like Sam belonged there with her in her condo, and wondered what she had ever seen in Jeremy and why she never looked at Dr. Sam differently. She figured it was because Sam was her boss, and she had made it a habit to never mix business with pleasure. Somehow, though, Sam had changed the rules on her. And it seemed right. She felt content, although she thought things might be moving along too fast. Did she need more time before making a decision?

Decision? She thought. Why the heck am I contemplating a decision? Nothing’s been put forward to decide on yet. But she knew. She knew how Sam felt. She was just unsure of her own feelings. I’m too wishy washy, as usual.

“Okay, thirty minutes,” Sam said, reentering the room.

He sat down beside her. “You okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine.”

“Remy, I know a lot’s happened in the last little while. But you have to know my feelings for you.”

Sam searched Remy’s face for some acknowledgment, but found none. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“Sam, I…”

“You don’t have to say anything. I just want my feelings out in the open. But I think you know how I feel.”

“Yes, I do,” Remy said. “I just need a bit of time.”

“Remy, you can have all the time in the world.” Sam hesitantly put his arm around her shoulder and gave her a small squeeze. Then he pulled her in toward him. Remy looked into his eyes and knew what was coming. Sam brushed his lips across hers, before latching on. “Ah, Remy,” he said, when he released her.

Remy wrapped her arms around his neck and they gripped each other, neither wanting to let go.

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The Spot Writers- our members:

 RC Bonitz
http://www.rcbonitz.com

Val Muller
https://valmuller.com/blog

Catherine A. MacKenzie
http://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/

Deborah Dera
http://www.deborahdera.com

Jessica Degarmo
http://www.jessicadegarmo.com/

From the start, this book reminded me of Harry Potter. The main character, an orphan named Wirt, mysteriously winds up at the Alchemists Academy. His arrival is a mystery, as the school is highly sought-after by students from many worlds and time periods and is highly competitive and even political: People don’t just “show up.” Still, the whole misfit-arriving-at-a-wizard-school smacked of Harry Potter. The author does try to distance herself from a Harry Potter connection: in one scene, the characters even discuss how the Academy is not like the silly stereotypes made popular by wizard books taking place in England.

In the beginning, as I was getting to know the main characters, I felt I was being told more than being shown. I felt too distanced from Wirt. I wanted to be inside his head. I would have liked more details—imagery from Wirt’s point of view, for instance—to make me feel like I know Wirt like a friend. For example, the school is actually composed of a giant tree. There’s some great potential for clever imagery here that I feel goes untapped.

That said, about thirty percent into the book, the characters seem developed enough to get lost in the storyline.

While Wirt is waiting for the adults at the school to figure out why he’s there and how long he has to stay before they can find a way for him to return home, he is enrolled in classes. He learns transmutation and glamour spells, and he—along with the rest of the school—is asked to participate in a Quest (Quests are an important part of the curriculum) to search for a chalice (though the Quest is soon cancelled suspiciously!). I enjoyed how the author weaves in Arthurian legend: one of the teachers, named Ms. Lake, is the Lady of the Lake. There’s also a mention of Merlin, which I hope is expanded upon in Book 2.

As Wirt becomes more involved in solving the Quest (even as he was told to stop!), he develops his friendships with Alana, Priscilla (the princess), and Spencer (his roommate), engaging in a bit of conflict and romance along the way. It’s clear that Wirt has more talent and “usefulness” than he realizes, and some of the teachers at the school seem to have plans—some sinister—for him. After the first third of the book, the story flies by, and I finished it in three sittings. I would especially recommend this book for male readers and anyone interested in books about magic. It doesn’t quite have the depth of Harry Potter, but it is enjoyable nonetheless. I am reviewing the second book in the series next week, and I look forward to reading it!

I received a review copy of this book in exchange for my honest opinion. The views expressed in the above review are my own.

This week’s chapter comes from Val Muller, author of the Corgi Capers mystery series for young detectives and For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal, a time travel trio. Find out more at valm16.sg-host.com and www.corgicapers.com

Next week’s post will come from Cathy MacKenzie. Check out her two books of poetry and three books of short stories available on Smashwords.

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Chapter 28

Remy sat in the small break room, Sam’s coat wrapped around her shoulders like a blanket. The police officer who sat across from her had convinced her to press charges, and he was jotting down the last of her statement. Remy looked around the room dizzily. The fluorescent lighting seemed to shine right into her brain. It was nauseating. And she couldn’t stop shaking, either. As she snuggled into Dr. Sam’s coat, she wasn’t sure it was just a matter of the cold, either. In a matter of moments, she had been asked to recall her whole sordid history with Jeremy. She could barely believe that the man who now sat outside in handcuffs, the man with the rapidly-swelling chin and drunken scowl, was the same man she had once dreamed of dating. She shook her head: she had always been bad with first impressions. It explained her bad luck with dating.

“Anything else?” Officer Dunlap asked.

“What else could there be?” Remy sighed. “Mistaken love at first sight, drunken jealousy, grief turned to craziness at his mother’s funeral? And a stalker, to boot. I sure hope there’s nothing else.” She longed for a normal, boring life. She’d had enough drama for a while.

“Okay,” the officer said. “If we have any follow-up questions, we’ll be in touch. We’ll look into this Barbara person, too, but if she bothers you again, you should contact us.”

Remy  nodded and snuggled into the coat. Then a shadow darkened the doorway, and Remy looked up. It was Sam.

“I’ve decided to press charges, too,” he said. “The boy was trespassing on my property and endangering my clients—and my employees.” His eyes found Remy’s.

Officer Dunlap nodded. “We were just finishing up here. If you don’t have anything else to add to your statement, Ma’am, you can—”

“No, let her stay here,” Sam said. “We can talk in my office.”

The officer nodded and followed Dr. Sam out the door. A heartbeat later, Irene flew into the break room and sat down next to Remy.

“My goodness!” she squealed, grabbing Remy’s hands.

Remy raised an eyebrow. “Were you listening at the door?”

“What?” Irene asked.

“You came in here so soon after the cop left, you must have been listening at the door.”

“Not me,” Irene insisted. “Dr. Sam. He was listening in. He said even if you didn’t press charges, he was going to. He wanted to make sure you told the cops everything you knew. Said he didn’t want you to go easy on Jeremy. Said the punk doesn’t deserve it.” Irene squealed again. “Did you see him lay out that punch? I mean…”

Remy couldn’t help the smile in the corner of her mouth.

“Anyway, Dr. Sam asked me to come in and sit with you as soon as the cop left. Said he didn’t want you to be by yourself.”

“Why? I’m a big girl.”

“But look, you’re still shaking.” Irene picked up Remy’s arm and held it in front of Remy. As soon as she let go, Remy’s arm started shaking. Remy pulled it down, squeezing it into her torso to steady it.

“Probably just shock,” she said. “Jeremy scared me. I’ve never been threatened like that. The guy needs help.”

The two sat in silence for a while. Remy kept her face grim and unchanging. Though somewhere deep down was an infatuation about her new hero, she would not allow such an idea to flood her consciousness until she had recovered from the shock of the incident. But Irene was clearly replaying the heroic occurrence in her mind: every now and again, her face cracked into a smile, and the semblance of a blush even crept across her cheeks. Then her face would blanch again, and she stared out into the distance with Remy, only to smile again a few moments later.

“Do you have anyone you can spend the night with?” Irene asked finally. “Or maybe someone who can just sit with you until you go to bed tonight?”

Remy shook her head. “I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl, remember?”

“No,” Irene said. “You shouldn’t be alone tonight. I have plans, but I’m going to cancel them. I’ll come to your place and sit up with you for a while. We’ll order take-out, and…”

“I’m fine,” Remy insisted. “Don’t cancel your plans on my account. I’ll be fine alone. You go have fun.”

“Yes,” Dr. Sam said, coming into the break room. “Go fulfill your plans, Irene. I’ll take Remy home and make sure she’s okay. Irene, see if my last two appointments will be able to reschedule. I’ll stay open late on Thursday to accommodate them if they’re able.”

Irene scowled.

“I’ll pay you overtime,” Dr. Sam offered. “It’s not every day something like this happens. Closing the office is justified. Remember, overtime on Thursday.”

Irene’s scowl melted, and she left to make the appropriate phone calls.

Alone in the room with her protector, Remy couldn’t take her eyes off Dr. Sam. Suddenly, his coat was much too hot, and she felt her face flush. And adding to the growing heat in her heart was the fact that as she stared into his eyes, Dr. Sam Kendrick stared right back.

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