Several months ago I finally signed up for Twitter. When it comes to networking and sharing information about books--mine and others--how did I ever do without Twitter? Two things about tweets I figured out right away: 1. A tweet with an image is far more eye-catching and effective than a tweet composed only of words. 2. A banner (landscape) image works better than a book cover (portrait) image. In keeping with that, I finally found some public domain images of auroras to use for background and made some twitter banners for my Aurora Rescue tweets. Here is one for the entire series (right now that is only two books).
Here is the banner for the first book in the series, Aurora Rescue.
Here is the banner for the second book in the series, Aurora Redress.
The next thing I need to do is listen to the clamoring of my Aurora Series fans and get the third book, Aurora Recover, written and published. In the meantime, I'll see if these new images draws more attention to my first two books.
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Becky meets the boy of her dreams, too bad he keeps disappearing.
"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."
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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.
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Top Ten
List –
Favorite things.
1)Pizza
2)Baseball
3)Football
4)Heavy Metal
5)Horror Movies
6)Autumn
7)Tee Shirts With
Cool Logo Graphics
8)Coffee Mugs With
Cool Designs on Them
9)Red Mustangs and
Other Muscle Cars
10)My Red Mustang With the Black Ragtop
Snippets
Snippet
1
-Becky meets her mystery – boy at
midnight on the school baseball field. This is their first embrace.
She
went through the batter’s gateway, approached heavily, and threw her arms
around his neck.He embraced her, and
they pressed together, form and contour.He had the fragrance of some old-school cologne on him that brought up
images of churches, mountains, valleys, and sunsets.She closed her eyes and melted into him, head
in the crook made by his neck and shoulder, hot wax spreading into the grooves
and grains of some lovely antique.
Snippet 2
-Becky Michigan walks into 9th grade English class on the
second day of school, slightly late, and the atmosphere is tense.
She
pushed inside.
“Meyers…”
Mr. Marcus called out.
“Here,”
some guy said, his voice cracking a bit on the first ‘e,’ and the class
laughing back at him.The chairs were
arranged in the ‘U’ shape like yesterday, with Becky’s seat at the far corner
under a Salinger poster.But today, all
the desks had been pushed back farther, so close to the wall that she had to
make kids shove in as she passed.Teachers were insane and cruel, they really, really were.
“Messersmith,”
Mr. Marcus said.
“Yeah.”
“Messersmith?”
“What!What?”She was had short hair and a ton of bracelets going up her arm.Mr. Marcus looked up with a thin smile.
“Take
out your ear buds, and you’ll better know the volume of your voice.”
The
girl was a statue.The smile on the
teacher’s face vanished.
“Take…out…those…ear…”
“I
hear you!Whatever!She took them out and folded her arms. Becky
rounded the near corner of the ‘U’ and banged her book bag on the laptop cart
parked behind her, blunder number one of the day.Slow
down! she thought. One step at a
time, and of course, her bag swung back a tad and brushed the crown of this
muscled guy in a black t-shirt, blunder number two and counting.He hunched in and rubbed the back of his crew
cut.
“Head
shot, dude.Hit in the head.Can I go to the nurse?”
“No,”
Mr. Marcus replied.
“I
gotta see the counselor,” someone else chipped in.
“Not
today.”
“I
left my calculator on the bus,” another tried.
“Buy
another.”
“My
cell buzzed.It’s my mom.Can I take it?”
“No.”
“What’s
for homework?”
“It’s
on the board.”
“Where’s
the pencil sharpener?”
“Michigan,”
Mr. Marcus said.
“Here.”She had arrived at her seat, and she’d also
pretty much solved the mystery of the little rebellion going on.The guy sitting in the chair next to hers had
been absent yesterday, and he was clearly establishing himself as the class
troublemaker—tall and wiry, knees and elbows everywhere, flannel shirt with a
rip in the elbow.He had chin-zits
slightly covered by a peach fuzz goatee, haphazard hair curling up a bit on the
sides, and a big mole under his left cheekbone.And all through Becky’s awkward entry, he’d been rocking back and forth
in his chair, hooting at each outburst, and adding a little “Ooooh-ahhh” at
each of Mr. Marcus’s retorts.He wasn’t
even the one misbehaving, at least not in any provable way.He was just the instigator, sitting back and
prodding.
He
also had his foot up on Becky’s chair.Black Converse high top.Dirty
too.
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