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"Debra
lives in Southwest Arizona, and has been married to Mike for 36 years.
She's the mother of two awesome sons, who married their forever loves,
and she's a grandmother to three beautiful grandchildren with one more
on the way.
Debra
wrote her first novella thirteen years ago just for grins. That brief
taste into the world of an author started an undeniable writing
obsession rivaling only her love of chocolate. She's an award-winning
fine artist, and loves traveling with her husband."
CIA courier Lucy James never gets used to seeing innocent
people killed, but she copes with it—every day. Cursed with the ability to
glimpse into the future when a death is about to happen, she has a short window
of time to interfere—risking her life in order to change it. No one knows about
her curse, until she saves a handsome Los Angeles firefighter trapped between
her and foreign operatives hell-bent on intercepting her current assignment.
LA firefighter Johnny Cartwright’s life changes the moment
he meets Lucy. His uncomplicated days flip to dangerously unpredictable after
he’s drawn deeper into her secretive world of premonitions. His attraction to
Lucy grows as he helps her stop a terroristic plot against the U.S., putting
his life between her and certain death.
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When Egyptologist April Tanner is asked to translate the hieroglyphs on an ancient ring, she is unwittingly drawn into a world of danger and intrigue. Her colleague, Dr. Peter Scherril, believes the glyphs will lead to a treasure hidden nearly two thousand years ago by an Egyptian named Remaliha. The problem is the glyphs don’t make sense.
A week after Peter is killed in a suspicious car crash, the ring shows up in April’s mail. She vows to decipher the artifact’s code and figure out why someone wanted Peter dead. Her inquisitions put her in the path of dashing archaeologist Nathan Hayes and his mysterious friend James Reddingham. Nathan invites April to join his expedition near Luxor.
Once she arrives in Egypt, April aggressively pursues her investigation of the ring. But soon she suspects the motives of both Nathan and James and finds herself dodging thieves and assassins at every turn. In the end, uncovering the secrets of the ring could lead to Remaliha’s treasure . . . or April’s own tomb.
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Melanie
is an author, designer, and flight attendant all rolled into one. She graduated
from Utah State University with a degree in communications.
Melanie
has told stories all her life and finds her passion in sharing the plots that
spin through her head. She hopes to be on an airplane one day and see someone
reading one of her books.
Melanie now lives in Portland,
Oregon—with her two dachshund Chihuahua dogs—where the beauty of the Pacific
Northwest feeds her imagination and the rainy winter evenings encourage her to
curl up with hot chocolate and a good book.
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Character Casting
·April Tanner: Ashley Green
·Nathan Hayes: Jake Gyllenhaal
·James Reddingham: Jeremy Renner
·Peter Scherril: Travis Caldwell
Snippets
1
He had strode into her office demanding
to talk to her. Sean didn’t want to let him in, but Peter had pushed his way
through the door. Astonished, April had jumped to her feet. Peter looked like
he had just come from an archaeological dig, and with his leather jacket and
ruggedly handsome face, he had reminded her of Indiana Jones. As soon as he saw
April, Peter had apologized for the intrusion, introduced himself, and begged
for her help.
2
Once the men were out of sight, she
dashed behind the columns and into the roman Sanctuary, then ran deeper into
the temple. In desperation, she looked around, but could see no place to hide
and no way to exit the temple without being seen. Feeling hopeless, she backed
toward a dark corner until someone grabbed her from behind and clapped a hand
over her mouth.
3
She still felt a little dizzy and decided
it was just the heat and exertion from walking to the temple. At the edge of
the pool, she tested the water temperature with one toe. It was perfect. She
removed her flip- ops. Then everything started spinning.
April tried to reorient herself but felt
her body falling forward. She reached out to catch herself. Instead, her hands
slid into the cool water, and the surface of the pool slapped her in the face.
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"It could not be worse for ninth grader Becky Michigan on her first day at a new school, sitting in beet juice and staining her white jeans in a classroom about to fill up with students. In the nick of time, a gorgeous blonde boy named Danny comes in and offers his over-sized baseball jersey so she can cover up, get to the office, and change. By the time she pulls the shirt over her head, however, he has mysteriously disappeared.
Becky scours the school in search of her dream-athlete and wonders why after contact with him she has magically gained the ability to throw a fastball ninety miles per hour! Instead of finding the answer, however, Becky's new skill pits her against the school bully and the entire varsity baseball team.
That night, after her exciting showdown in front of the entire school, Danny shows up at her bedroom window. If she will agree to meet him behind Rutledge High at midnight on the ball field at the edge of the woods, he promises to reveal a secret meant to alter the past and change her life forever."
Nicholas Fisher is a college professor and
a sports enthusiast. He writes adult horror under another name, but thought of
the idea for Becky’s Kiss while
coaching his son’s baseball team. Since the story involved high school drama he
decided to write his first young adult piece. When not writing or teaching,
Nicholas Fisher enjoys pizza, reality television, and playing the banjo. He
lives in Pennsylvania with his wife and his son goes to Arizona State
University.
There
was only one place left to sit in the crowded cafeteria, at the empty table by
the trash cans next to the concrete support beam that had a poster of Frederick
Douglass on it. It was an old science desk at the edge of the walking aisle
separating the two halves of the room, and one of its legs was broken at the
base. The wobble-table.For losers.
One
kid was sitting there, the Asian boy from English class. He had stuck his math
book under the short leg, and was politely sipping soup, robotic and rigid,
nothing else on his tray but a couple of pieces of fruit. Becky walked over,
pulled out the chair across from him, and slipped off her backpack.
“What’s
your name?” she said.
He
was startled, but clearly glad he had a visitor.
“Joe,”
he said.“Joey Chen.”He smiled then, and even though he had funny
teeth, the expression had an interesting effect, like craft-show glass, like
sidewalk art. His eyes glinted.“You,”
he said, “are Becky Michigan.”
She
shrugged.
“Are
you new here?”
He
looked down at his soup.
“I
am from China. I been here one year, three months, eleven days.”
Becky
sighed. A whole year and he was eating lunch alone. And counting the days.
“You
like this great food?” she said.
“No.”
“Me
neither.”
“And
I don’t like bullies,” he said. “This place is full of them.”
Becky
sighed again, and then something hit her in the ear. The projectile rolled and
wobbled across the table, settling at the far edge. It was a grape. A purple
grape.
Another
one struck her right on the end of the nose, leaving a hint of moisture, making
her blink stupidly, and yet another plinked off her forehead. So immature!
Bullies, oh yes, Joey had a point now didn’t he? She pushed back her chair and
looked over in the general direction of the assault. There, across the aisle
and about eighteen rows down, was Cody Hatcher, the big kid who had been
teasing her in English class, sitting at the edge of the table with what seemed
to be four of his idiot friends, all of them laughing like hyenas, one stamping
his foot he was so overcome with the hilarity of it all. Hatcher stopped and
looked right at Becky. He reached in front of him and took a purple grape off
the stem. He put it in his mouth and chewed real slow. Swallowed. Licked his
top lip and winked. Then his friends were laughing again, slapping him on the
back.
Becky
didn’t think, she just acted. Joe didn’t have time to move. In a flash, she
reached across the table, knocked over his milk, grabbed his orange, and
pivoted back, side-stepping into the aisle. She had a split second to look at
her target, and Hatcher had his mouth open, all teeth, eyes up at the ceiling
he was laughing so hard.
She
kicked up a knee and spread her hands, throwing-arm dangling way low behind
her. There was a moment of perfect balance there, and then her body became a
machine: all hot fluid and angry levers. She stepped into it deep, cocked up
her arm, snapped her hips, and fired.
The
orange flew out of her hand as if on a clothesline. Even through the noise, she
could hear it hiss through the air, and heads turned with it as if in slow motion.
Hatcher had just enough time to adjust his eyes from the ceiling and focus on
what was coming. It hit him square in the forehead with a hard splat and his
hands flew up. It knocked him straight back out of his chair, and the fruit
ruptured in a blast of spray and peel.
People
roared. Gossip exploded, and Becky could hear a lot of “Did you see that?”and “Who is that girl?”and “What happened?”and “Did you see how freakin’ hard she
chucked that?”Everything was
echoing, sounding unreal, and the teachers on lunch duty were darting their
eyes all around to pinpoint exactly where the disturbance was. Becky got back
in her chair, and Joe had his mouth open.
Becky
was trying not to shake.
“He
had it coming,” she managed.
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