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Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Spotlight, Excerpt, & Giveaways: Twisted Tales Series by Stephanie Fowers

With A Kiss
Stephanie Fowers
Series: Twisted Tales, #1
Publication: April 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal (Faeries)

There are seven rules of the faery kingdom that Halley Starr must never break:

1. No trespassing sacred faery territory
2. Don't ever say thank you
3. Using a faery’s given name is a no-no
4. Never break a promise to a faery
5. Faery music is forbidden
6. Resist all faery food
7. And never, never fall in love with a faery

But Halley is cursed. Yeah. No joke. She can barely survive Omak High with that shard of ice in her heart. How could she possibly be a proper godmother and stop Rumpelstiltskin from taking the heir of the faery kingdom? And let’s be honest, there is no way she’ll go with Goldilocks (some hot faery guy) who won’t bother telling Halley his name or that she looks like she’s talking to herself when he’s around. Not a chance.

And really, who can blame her?

If Halley wants her heart back again, she can’t worry about the rules…

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The door opened in the kitchen and a green mist oozed into the room. Daphne coughed on it, but Hobs was right. It wasn’t after her. It sped after us. “How do we stop them?” I cried.

“Are you kidding? They’re immortal! They’re cursed never to die!”

How did you fight something that couldn’t die, whose very touch was death? I chanced a look behind us to see flaming red eyes stare at us through the dark mist filling the air. The grandfather clock began its first strike to nine. Hobs dragged us behind it just as we spied five not-quite women searching us out with jerky movements. At this close range, I could see they couldn’t stop crying. That’s why their eyes were so red. If they were so sad about taking us, then they should go back to where they came from.

Their maws gaped open at an unnatural angle, and they chanted through it—their tongues slithering around their teeth. I couldn’t make the words out, but I could definitely hear them. It sounded like a death rattle. They ducked around the living room furniture, their bodies cutting in and out of the air, howling as they went.

“Get as much distance between us as possible,” Hobs shouted. One of them reached out for me. I shrieked, feeling the cold emanating from the gray, decaying finger. Before it could get to me, Hobs knocked a candlestick against it. The silver warped at the Banshee’s touch and bent to the ground like melted wax.

“Lost, lost, lost,” it sobbed. At such close proximity, I could hear the words, but they didn’t make sense.
“Our treasures, our queen, the child. All lost!”

Hobs picked up a picture of me from the mantle and got ready to smash the Banshee’s face with it. The creature stilled to stare at it. “You like this?” Hobs held up a staying hand at me to keep me back, then advanced on it, holding the picture up like a shield. “Does she look familiar?”

 “Honey? What are you doing?” My lovely mother sat in front of the TV in her workout clothes, calmly eating popcorn. I scrambled further back before she could see me hiding behind her grandfather clock. I didn’t want to be thrown into a mental institution. Actually, I might prefer that than to this being real.

Honey?” a Banshee breathed, mocking my mom’s voice from behind the couch where she sat. I saw the rusting crown resting over hair that once was beautiful; she was their leader. “Stay . . . stay still. Don’t be scared . . . honey.” Her voice deepened into a vicious growl.

“Thief. Thief. Thief.
The rule of Ratis defiled.
For a thief.”

The others chanted the words in a drumming rhythm as the Banshee queen floated over my mother’s head and past the fireplace. Her fingers scraped past the walls in dead silence—like they weren’t really there. The grandfather clock stopped ringing. The face on it cracked as she passed. Tears streamed down her mottled face. My heart lurched—the Banshee queen had killed my mom’s favorite clock. I was dead in more ways than one. 

At Midnight
Stephanie Fowers
Series: Twisted Tales, #2
Publication: April 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal (Faeries) 
    Stop the clock from striking twelve
     Who is Bridgette anyway?
     1. Loser of Omak High
    2. Girl who rubs her fingers raw working fast food
    3. Victim of the evil stepmother who runs the group home
    4. Not-so-proud owner of a hearth where fire-starting goblins live
    5. Asylum wannabe with occasional schizophrenic episodes
     Not even Bridgette knows. Not that she can do anything about it. Besides, her godmother is supposed to save her, not the other way around! But Halley Starr is a little busy fighting Rumpelstiltskin flunkies and his beanstalk, so her godmother sends some rude faery guy to help Bridgette instead. It’s up to him to make sure she gets that true love’s kiss that will undo the banishment curse, except he seriously knows nothing about love or faery hunters, red riding hood, spindles…or high school!
     Excuse me?
     Even if he did, how is Bridgette supposed to find true love if everyone she loves disappears?

As the Sun Sets
Stephanie Fowers
Series: Twisted Tales, #3
Publication: April 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal (Faeries)
     Will it be happily ever after or the end?
     Daphne’s sister and stepsister are in big BIG trouble!
     1. It’s the third and final day
    2. Rumpelstiltskin plans to suck their powers dry
    3. The queen wants them dead
    4. The wolves switched sides
    5. The world is about to end
    6. And did they seriously expect to keep this all from Daphne?
     Oh yeah, A LOT of trouble! Daphne Starr pricks her finger on a spindle and it awakens the power that was always within her. That’s a big time no no! Now Rumpelstiltskin and some evil queen are after her. Even more annoying, the biggest player at Omak High is a shapeshifter and he goes beast on her, dragging her into a beanstalk and getting them stuck in a time-warp. He won’t stop asking her to marry him to get to her powers. I mean, give up already! Sure, it’s cool when she scores matching boots with the weirdo cat, and some cute faery guy accidentally tags along for the ride, but…
     Enough is enough already!
     Halley and Bridgette had better get her out of this—especially since she only has until the battery runs out of her cell phone before she loses…to a beast.

Stephanie Fowers loves bringing stories to life, and depending on her latest madcap ideas will do it through written word, song, and/ or film. She absolutely adores Bollywood and bonnet movies; i.e., BBC (which she supposes includes non-bonnet movies Sherlock and Dr. Who). Presently, she lives in Salt Lake where she's living the life of the starving artist. Stephanie plans to share more of her novels, films, and even a musical in the near future. May the adventures begin.

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  1. I really like the covers on this awesome books looks like some kind of medieval or Renaissance type of book

  2. Sounds fun! Thanks for sharing :)

  3. sounds really good

  4. They sound really good and an awful lot of fun.

  5. Hi Reanna, your website is beautiful. Thanks for featuring me on your site!