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Friday, April 20, 2018

Blog Tour: TRACING SHADOWS by Alex Lidell An Excerpt & Giveaway!



Hey everyone! I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the blog tour for TRACING SHADOWS by Alex Lidell! I adore Alex she is a dear friend and I freaking love all of her books! She writes fantasy like nobody's business!

I have an excerpt to share with you today! And make sure to enter the giveaway below!


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Title: TRACING SHADOWS (Scout #1)
Author: Alex Lidell
Pub. Date: April 8, 2018
Publisher: Alex Lidell
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 312
Find it: AmazonGoodreads
To protect the throne, seventeen-year-old spy Kali must play a male guardsman trainee by day and royal lady by night. 


Orphaned and trained on a spymaster’s remote estate, Kali is a scout who works alone in the shadows. But when a terror group threatens the Dansil throne, the king forces Kali to accept a mission at the palace or forfeit her sister’s life. 


Suddenly thrust into the light, Kali must infiltrate high society as the royal Lady Lianna while penetrating the servant ranks as Kal, a male guardsman trainee. It doesn’t help that Trace, the harsh and enigmatic captain of the king’s guard, is soon assigned as both Lady Lianna’s palace escort and Kal’s commanding officer. 


As Kali edges closer to the truth behind the violent group’s identity, she uncovers dangerous secrets that could bring her mission to a brutal end. A scout’s job is to observe and report, never to engage . . . but if it means saving her sister and kingdom, Kali may have no choice. 


TRACING SHADOWS, by Amazon bestselling author Alex Lidell, is the first novel in the Scout series. Perfect for fans of Tamora Pierce, Leigh Bardugo, and Sarah J. Maas. 

Now on to the excerpt!

My eyes sink closed. The pressure of Trace’s mouth engulfs my world. His lips are smooth and warm. Hot. Trace’s damn hair, smelling of the creek’s freshness, falls across the groove of my exposed neck. I grip his arms, clawing my fingers into his flesh, dragging him closer.

Trace growls against me, his hand cupping the back of my head. His tongue claims my mouth and my core vibrates in answer. I can’t breathe. Can’t think. I want.
Trace jerks back. His eyes are wide, his fingers pressing against his mouth. “I . . . I’m sorry,” he says hoarsely.

I groan in frustration and pull him back down, feeling the noise he makes in the back of his throat all the way down to my ankles. He presses me into the tree with his whole body, running a hand up my side under my damp shirt, leaving a trail of heat from my waist to my ribcage.

This time, we both push away. He takes two steps back, just out of my reach. I swallow hard, the air suddenly cold and empty. We both breathe heavily, watching each other. Trace breaks the silence. “Stars. I didn’t mean to do that.”

My mouth opens. I shut it. The world spins and it’s an effort of will to keep my hands from grabbing on to his arms once more. “No. Of course not. We . . . I didn’t mean it either. Attacking you.” My voice sounds wrong. Everything I’m saying sounds wrong. I am a better liar than this. I grab my walking stick. Feel its rough bark. “Let’s just return to the palace, all right? I . . . I won’t press you for secrets. Or reveal them. Your decisions are your own. As are mine.”

Trace nods but avoids my gaze, staying several paces away from me as we reclaim our way back in uncomfortable silence.





About Alex:

Alex Lidell is the Amazon Breakout Novel Awards finalist author of THE CADET OF TILDOR (Penguin, 2013). She is an avid horseback rider, a (bad) hockey player, and an ice-cream addict. Born in Russia, Alex learned English in elementary school, where a thoughtful librarian placed a copy of Tamora Pierce’s ALANNA in Alex’s hands. In addition to becoming the first English book Alex read for fun, ALANNA started Alex’s life long love for YA fantasy books. Alex is represented by Leigh Feldman of Leigh Feldman Literary. She lives in Washington, DC.



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3 winners will receive an eBook set of Alex’s TIDES SERIES & an eBook of TRACING SHADOWS, INTERNATIONAL.
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Tour Schedule:

Week One:
4/9/2018- A Backwards StoryReview
4/9/2018- Confessions of a YA ReaderExcerpt

4/10/2018- Zach's YA ReviewsReview
4/10/2018- Reese's ReviewsReview

4/11/2018- Book-KeepingReview

4/12/2018- Myth and Magic Book ClubReview
4/12/2018- BookHounds YAExcerpt

4/13/2018- Smada's Book SmackReview
4/13/2018- Paulette's PapersExcerpt

Week Two:
4/16/2018- Read. Eat. Love.Review
4/16/2018- Zooloo Book BlogExcerpt

4/17/2018- Lauren is ReadingReview
4/17/2018- Book BriefsReview

4/18/2018- The UndergroundExcerpt
4/18/2018- Don't Judge, ReadReview

4/19/2018- Adventures Thru WonderlandReview
4/19/2018- A Dream Within A DreamExcerpt

4/20/2018- The BookWorm DrinkethReview
4/20/2018- TwoChicks on BooksExcerpt

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Thursday, April 19, 2018

Blog Tour- THE SPELLSPEAKER'S PROPHECY by Anna Abner Favorite Scene & Giveaway!



Hey everyone! I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the blog tour for THE SPELLSPEAKER'S PROPHECY by Anna Abner! 

I have an excerpt to share with you today! And make sure to enter the giveaway below!


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Title: THE SPELLSPEAKER'S PROPHECY
Author: Anna Abner
Pub. Date: April 24, 2018
Publisher: Mild Red Books
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 250
Find it: AmazonGoodreads
Roz Carrera is a witch on the fritz. Thanks to the Coven’s rejection of her application for membership, she’s been denied a proper magical education. Without a mentor, she’s nearly useless in helping her team of vampire hunters. Complicating matters is the hulking shapeshifter she stumbles upon outside Las Vegas who may or may not be a vicious psychopath.

The only creatures shapeshifter Lukas Larsson hates more than vampires are witches. He’s in the Nevada desert to destroy the vampires who murdered his family, but the witch Roz Carrera and her ragtag team sideline him. He can’t allow the very sexy Roz to distract him from his vengeance.

Now on to the excerpt!

Spellspeaker’s Prophecy (Beasts of Vegas #2) by Anna Abner
My favorite scene from my new paranormal romance:

The dangers of the bonfire forgotten for the shock of being in the direct vicinity of a shapeshifter, Roz whipped her magic up as the emotion in the crowd, the very air, energized.

Her power whirled like dust motes in a breeze. She couldn’t see it, no one could, but she felt it. A breath of wind passed through her, around her, up from her feet and spiraled around her body. Under her skin, energy surged through her veins.

Within the crowd, anger and righteous vindication broke down into undiluted fear. Half the people in the trailer park backed away from the shifter while the other half moved closer, firearms drawn. They may never have seen a shifter before. Neither had Roz. But, like her, they figured it out. And a supernatural creature was far more frightening and dangerous to their daily lives than a man-eating bear.

"Ladies, weapons up," Connor barked. "Roz, calm them the fuck down. Ali, shoot the first son of a bitch that makes a move. We're getting bear boy out of here before they tear his legs off."

Connor rushed forward, his .44 in the air. Firing once and sending the crowd low over the ground, he shouted, "Back off!" The masses smartly did what he said, perhaps sensing they should not fuck with Connor Beckett. A vampire with unlimited strength, speed, and healing abilities, he was nearly unbeatable by human foes.

"Calm, calm, calm." Roz's hands and knees shook, but not from the force of her power. She was scared. What would these people do to protect themselves? "Sleep, sleep, sleep," she intoned.

Her spells worked. Kind of. Connor already had the shifter out of his chains and slung over his shoulder as if the full-grown man was a sleepy five-year-old. The pissed off fire enthusiasts stayed away, but no one appeared very calm.

Maybe her magic was all used up. She’d made the shifter pass out, but he’d been in a lot of pain. He was probably thirty seconds from falling over, anyway. All she’d done was nudge him over the edge. She wasn't even a real witch. She was an amateur. A rogue spellspeaker.

A wannabe.



About Anna:

One of my first memories is dangling over the arm of our living room sofa telling myself a post-apocalyptic survival tale in which my mother and I were the last two people on earth. It was so fun, I never stopped telling stories. In high school, I faked being ill so I could stay home to work on a novel about a nanny who falls in love with her boss’ bad boy nephew.

As an adult I earned a college degree, got married, and had a child, but I never stopped writing. It only got more fun. I wrote through my lunch breaks at work. I wrote on the treadmill at the gym. Eventually, I had dozens of short stories, novellas, and full-length novels piling up on thumb drives and in plastic tubs.

Now, I’m ready to share my stories with you, starting with The Dark Caster Series, the Red Plague Series, and the Beasts of Vegas Series. I hope you love reading them as much as I loved writing them!

I also write LGBT short stories under the name Sadie West. All works available at Amazon, SmashWords, and Barnes and Noble.

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Giveaway Details:

5 winners will receive an eBook of THE SPELLSPEAKER’S PROPHECY, International.
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Tour Schedule:


Week One:
4/16/2018- BookishBookieExcerpt
4/17/2018- Simply Daniel RadcliffeReview
4/18/2018- Spilling WordsExcerpt
4/19/2018- Two Chicks on BooksGuest Post
4/20/2018- BookHounds- Interview

Week Two:
4/23/2018- Eating Between the Lines Inc- Spotlight
4/24/2018- Once Upon A TwilightReview
4/25/2018- Mama Reads BlogReview
4/26/2018- Becky on BooksExcerpt
4/27/2018- Read. Eat. Love.Spotlight

Cover Reveal- RUTHLESS MAGIC by Megan Crewe With An Excerpt & Giveaway!




Today Megan Crewe and Rockstar Book Tours are revealing the cover and an exclusive content for RUTHLESS MAGIC, her new YA Fantasy which releases May 30, 2018! Check out the awesome cover and enter the giveaway!

On to the reveal! 


Title: RUTHLESS MAGIC
Author: Megan Crewe
Pub. Date: May 30, 2018
Publisher: Megan Crewe
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: ?
Find it: Goodreads, Pre-Order  

In the contest to keep their magic, the only options may be die... or kill.

Each year, the North American Confederation of Mages assesses every sixteen-year-old novice. Some will be chosen. The rest must undergo a procedure to destroy their magical ability unless they prove themselves in the mysterious and brutal Mages' Exam.

Disadvantaged by her parents' low standing, Rocío Lopez has dedicated herself to expanding her considerable talent to earn a place in the Confederation. Their rejection leaves her reeling—and determined to fight to keep her magic.

Long ashamed of his mediocre abilities, Finn Lockwood knows the Confederation accepted him only because of his prominent family. Declaring for the Exam instead means a chance to confirm his true worth.

Thrown into the testing with little preparation, Rocío and Finn find themselves becoming unlikely allies—and possibly more. But the Exam holds secrets more horrifying than either could have imagined. What are the examiners really testing them for? And as the trials become increasingly vicious, how much are they willing to sacrifice to win?

The start of a new series by USA Today bestselling author Megan Crewe, Ruthless Magic combines the magic of Harry Potter with the ferocity of The Hunger Games alongside a poignant romance. Fans of Cassandra Clare and Holly Black, look no further for your next urban fantasy fix!


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Hail pelted us, and the wind lashed at us from all sides. I could hardly breathe. The only solid thing was Finn. I curled my fingers into the damp fabric of his shirt and sang into the stiller space between us. “Como veían que resistía.”

Magic hummed from the vicious air into me. An image swam up of the grate I’d come across in the courtyard, between the buildings. A grate that led to something below.

I knelt down, pulling Finn with me, and pressed my free hand to the spongy ground. The wind tried to steal my next lyrics from my lips, but the magic raced through me all the same—through me and down, down, into an open space I sensed below us like a gasp of fresh air.

I did gasp then, and forced out a verse. I’d never magically transported another person with me before, but I had to. I had to.

The magic rushed up around us with the thrust of my words. I clung to Finn, singing the energy around him as tightly as I could. Then I propelled us downward with a lurch.

We surged through rough blackness that rasped over my skin and landed with a feet-jarring thump. I exhaled in a rush, dizzy in the sudden quiet. My eardrums ached from the pounding of the storm we’d escaped and the effort of the conjuring.

We crouched in total darkness. The surface beneath me felt like concrete. Cold dank air hovered around us with a faintly salty flavor that reminded me of the ocean.

My fingers were tangled in Finn’s shirt. His arm was still around me. In the dark, I was abruptly aware of the rise and fall of his rasping breath, the warmth of his chest, and the answering warmth it sent through me.

He was alive—we were alive—and in that moment, it felt like a miracle.

About Megan: 
Photo credit: Chris Blanchenot
Like many authors, Megan Crewe finds writing about herself much more difficult than making things up. A few definite facts: she lives in Toronto, Canada with her husband and son (and does on occasion say “eh”), she’s always planning some new trip around the world, and she’s spent the last six years studying kung fu, so you should probably be nice to her. She has been making up stories about magic and spirits and other what ifs since before she knew how to write words on paper. These days the stories are just a lot longer.

Megan’s first novel, Give Up the Ghost, was shortlisted for the Sunburst Award for Canadian Literature of the Fantastic. The Way We Fall was nominated for the White Pine Award and made the International Literacy Association Young Adults’ Choices List, and Earth & Sky was an OLA Best Bet for 2015. She is also the author of the rest of the Fallen World series (The Lives We Lost, The Worlds We Make, and Those Who Lived), the rest of the Earth & Sky trilogy (The Clouded Sky and A Sky Unbroken), and the standalone contemporary fantasy A Mortal Song.
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One lucky winner will receive a $10 Amazon gift card and a pack of Ruthless Magic swag featuring the cover and character art.


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Cover Reveal: STRAYED by KristaLyn A. Vetovich With An Excerpt & Giveaway!



Today KristaLyn A. Vetovich and Rockstar Book Tours are revealing the cover and an exclusive content for STRAYED, her new Paranormal which releases September 2018! Check out the awesome cover and enter to win a $10 Amazon GC!

On to the reveal!



Title: STRAYED
Author: KristaLyn A. Vetovich
Pub. Date: September 2018
Publisher: Glass House Press
Formats: eBook
Pages: 85
Find it: Goodreads

In the struggle between good and evil, humans don’t stand a chance—not on their own.

Which is why, for every living soul, there is a Firn: a spirit assigned to guide and defend humans from demonic beings like the Aropfain. But earning a place in the fight is a process that requires several lifetimes—of service, experience, and sacrifice.

Having just returned from her most recent life as an Ancient Roman martyr, Anaya is only one step away from achieving that goal. And if she succeeds, she might become the Firn with the most important mission: guiding the human that will either save—or end—the world.

But when she’s paired with the notoriously difficult Jordin, her chances of success suddenly start to slip. Because Jordin isn’t like other souls. He’s strong, volatile—and a prime target for the Aropfain. And he almost immediately falls for an Aropfain ploy that could not only jeopardize his chances of becoming a Firn, but also endanger the entire world.

As his partner, Anaya is the only one who can save him. But will she succeed? Or will she fail—and take the world down with her?

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CHAPTER ONE
Well, it happened again. I died.

The bloodied sand of the colosseum shivers out of focus as my soul shakes off its physical limitations in favor of a higher vibration. Instead of centurions and weeping family, I’m now surrounded by snowy white noise and quiet.

They came for me at dawn. I can still hear my mother’s sobs. I was only twelve.

I blink the memories away just as a man bends and pulls into view before me, then straightens with a blithe sort of smile. “Welcome back,” he says in an excessively soothing tone. He wears glasses I know he doesn’t need, and behind them, his unearthly blue eyes trace my face, looking for signs of stress.

And it comes back to me like the snap of fingers. An Advokat. Here to help me adjust to the trauma of crossing over from life to death.

Suddenly I wonder how he sees me. Do I have blue eyes now? In life, they were brown, but here in death I’ve always imagined others see me with crystal blue. I guess it would depend on how much they like me. Appearance is entirely based on impression here. We see what we feel. Feelings are real, vision an illusion.

And this Advokat must be new, I realize a moment later. If he’d been here for any length of time, he wouldn’t be using the sappy voice they put on for the newer souls. The ones who don’t understand how it works. He’d know that I’m something of a regular in the transition between life and death—that I’ve lost count of how many of these interviews I’ve had to sit through. I’m sure I know the process better than he does.

Because I’ve had his job before, mastered it long ago.

I skim him, searching the endless trove of memories trying to break through the fog of earthly business still clouding my mind. I don’t remember him. And I can see that he doesn’t know me.
Definitely new. Which means he’ll play the interview by the book. I groan.

The Advokat reaches out as if to comfort me, like my groan was one of anxiety and not disdain. “Try not to panic.”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes and flatten my gaze at him instead. I understand it’s his job to help me recover from the shock of death, but honestly, I’m fine. So I died— so what? There are many things worse than death, and one of them, if anyone ever bothered to ask me, is living. I’m actually thrilled to be back here—and I don’t need an Advokat to counsel me through the transition.

Also, I’m in a bit of a hurry. I have important business to attend to, even higher vibrations to achieve. I’m so close now, and he’s the only thing standing in my way.

I tap my foot and glance around for someone—anyone who might recognize me and give me an opportunity to walk away from this unnecessary formality.

“Everything will make sense soon.” The Advokat’s voice echoes through the white expanse around us. Clearly, all other souls are keeping their distance to allow me to transition without any added shock. Or—I narrow my eyes at the Advokat—he’s followed protocol by requesting they give us space.

And do we ever have it. As far as the eye can see, there’s nothing but static white. But I smile, and my shoulders relax—because this is my true home.

Just the way I remember it.

The Advokat leans into my line of sight. “Do you know your name?”

My smile drops.

In life, my name was Agnes. In this life, anyway.

There have been so many lives, so many names, but between them all, just one feels like home.
When it comes, my voice sounds like a lost, cherished memory. “Anaya.” My first word after death. The truest word I know.

The Advokat smiles and nods. He doesn’t take any notes or write anything down, and I know about that, too. The answers are in his mind, ready when he needs them, downloaded into his head from the source of all truth on the highest plane of vibration there is: El Olam, our master and creator. He sits so high none of us can reach him, above laws and structure. The world is as he makes it, and we are simply stewards of his creation, here to serve.

And today I’ll go one step further in the process of becoming a defender of creation. I’ll become a Firn.

The Advocat, who is becoming more annoying by the moment, interrupts my thoughts with yet another question. “Good. And do you know where you are?”

Where I am? Well it’s a much better place than where I was…

I was in Rome, in the fourth century. I rejected a boy, and he sold me out as a Christian. It took them forever to kill me—first with shame, then with flames. But all I gave them was a blank stare through the numbness. They couldn’t shame me. I wouldn’t burn when they strung me to the stake and lit the fire—even the flames knew not to touch me. But the Roman officer’s sword through my throat did the trick in the end. I was gone before I felt anything. So I guess the joke’s on them. There was darkness, then a burst of light—

And now I’m home, where none of that matters anymore. I’m free here. Because no one can shame or kill the dead. I’ll be safe as long as I stay.

“This is Lemayle,” I say quietly. “The afterlife. The real world.” And I have no intention of ever living again.

He rocks back and grins. “Wonderful!” Then his face stiffens. He swallows and his eyes shake as he looks me over for a second time, now scanning for any truths beneath the surface, anything I’m hiding from him. If souls could sweat, he’d be a mess as he prepares for the most important question of the interview.

I used to have his job, so I know what comes next. My answers from here on out will decide my final destination.

“All right.” He clears his throat. He doesn’t have to. It’s the nerves. I will be his enemy if I answer poorly, but he has to remain objective. He’s a professional, after all, and he doesn’t know whose side I’m on yet—what changes this most recent lifetime might have made in me.

I was martyred, and not all martyrs come back home the way they should. Martyrs go into life as warriors for El Olam’s cause … but don’t always return feeling their suffering was justified. Some turn against him and defect to the one who seeks to depose him.

And me? How do I feel about the suffering I was put through? Have I changed my mind about who to serve? And how dangerous does that make me to the fragile balance of the world? That’s what the Advokat needs to find out.

“Do the names El Olam and Narn mean anything to you?”

Good and evil. That’s what they mean. Free will and slavery. But which is which? Is El Olam good … or is he evil? Are Narn’s plans for less service to living souls and more dominion over them more appealing? Are they justified? No soul chooses evil.

They simply choose what they believe is right.

I hide my laugh with a cough at the tension in the Advokat’s hunched shoulders. If he’s new—and he wants to stay—he’ll need a stiffer a spine than he’s got now. I might as well be the one to give it to him.

I level my gaze at him, eyes wide open to appear just a little less threatening.

“Yes. I know them.”

He nods, more rigidly this time, and rubs the back of his neck as he braces for my response to his final question.

“And … your allegiance?”

I stare at him for a long moment, watching the anxiety build behind his bright blue eyes. He doesn’t want any trouble, but his other hand twitches at his side, ready to summon the support of a slightly higher power—just in case I came back tainted.

Just in case I’ve decided I hate the way the world works … and want to serve the one trying to turn it upside down.

“Oh calm down,” I finally chide him. This has gone on long enough to bore me. I have business to attend to, and honestly, after fifty lifetimes, a soul should be able to just skip this process. “I chose El Olam lifetimes ago. I’m bound to be a Firn. This was my last run.”

His whole body wilts as the tension releases. Had I said Narn, the Advokat and I would have had a few issues. Because it would have meant I was a soul with eyes toward flipping the script, turning the world upside down—force living souls to do as we say, and ruling over them as gods.

He’d have had to immediately summon one of Lemayle’s second-highest authorities—a Malekh, El Olam’s archangels—to deal with me. And it wouldn’t have been pleasant. The Malekh don’t like jokes. Most of them, anyway.

“Well that is a relief.” The Advokat’s hand slides from the back of his neck to clutch his chest, steadying the phantom sensation of a palpitating heart.

And I grin, even though I shouldn’t. But what’s the fun in seniority if you can’t mess with the rookies?

“We need as many Firns as we can get,” he admits, “events accelerating as they are.” I perk up at that. 
Accelerating events is much more my speed—though it gives me less time to meet the final criteria for joining the Firns’ ranks. “The living souls need all the protection we can give them,” he finishes.
I couldn’t agree more. And that’s where I come in—where all the Firns stand and serve El Olam. Without Firns to guide living souls and protect them from temptation and harm, Narn would flip the script. And humans would walk right into their own slavery.

But El Olam won’t allow it.

So neither will I. I’m so close now. Just one step left, and if I impress the Malekh and El Olam enough in my next job as a soul collector, then I’ll become a Firn, and one day I’ll be even more than that. If I perform well enough, I’ll be chosen as the Firn who oversees El Olam’s plan to defeat Narn once and for all. It has to be one of us, so it might as well be me. And I won’t stop until I see it happen.

Meanwhile, the Advokat extends his hand to me. “Best of luck to you. I hope you make the cut.”
I glance at his hand and back up to him. So he really hasn’t heard of me, then. I may not be a Firn yet, but I have made a name for myself as the one to watch for earning the coveted position in El Olam’s plan.

Well, if he hasn’t heard of me yet, he will soon enough.

“Thanks.” With a smirk, I grip his hand and shake it firmly enough to knock him off balance. “But I really don’t need luck.”

About KristaLyn:

KristaLyn is the internationally published author of seven books and one short story, including the upcoming Prelude of the Reyn Gayst series releasing in 2018 from Glass House Press. She graduated in 2011 from Susquehanna University with a degree in English Literature and began traditionally publishing her novels the next year. KristaLyn is also a certified health and life coach and enjoys infusing her stories with motivational themes and characters from all walks of life.

KristaLyn lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and their corgi, Jack.

Born and raised in Central Pennsylvania, KristaLyn graduated a year early from Susquehanna University in 2011. She has visited twenty different countries on goodwill trips, once representing the US as a student ambassador with People To People Student Ambassadors. After college, KristaLyn dabbled as an amusement park performer, a Walt Disney World Cast Member, a Project Coordinator for Group Mission Trips’ Week Of Hope, and a life and wellness coach. She has always had a deep passion for travel, helping people, and spreading the importance of positivity and self-worth through fiction writing.

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