Cover reveal of THE STARS FELL SIDEWAYS by Cassandra Marshall

Today I have the pleasure of introducing you all to the cover of a book by a wonderful author who I am very proud to know. Not only have I had the honor of reading this book, but I also get to take part in it's reveal! (Buy the book and find out the other surprises too! Trust me, they're there.) But this post isn't about those surprises. It's about Cassandra Marshall's debut novel The Stars Fell Sideways. A Young Adult Steampunk Fantasy filled with adventure, humor, and romance with steamy guys!

So here is the part you've all been waiting for! The cover reveal to THE STARS FELL SIDEWAYS!

You can buy the book here!

Book Summery:
Alison Arroway takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’. She has to, or she won’t get paid. Alison is a stunt double for pampered teen actress Pomegranate and when the director takes the shoot to Portugal, Alison is anything but thrilled to be rooming with Pom. But getting to hang around teen hearthrob Erik? Now that’s a plus.

Erik invites both girls on a sunset boat trip and Alison manages to have a decent time. Until the storm hits and the boat is shipwrecked on a small island, leaving Erik missing and the boat captain dead.

In the morning light, Alison and Pom find themselves on the lost island of Atlantis. Only one problem: now that the girls know the secret of the island, the Atlanteans don’t want them to leave. They're stuck with corsets, full-skirted dresses, and the strange steam-driven contraptions that are just a way of life for the islanders.

When a plot by the ruthless army Captain to take over the island and declare himself General over all emerges, an underground group promises to return the girls to the mainland if they can help stop him. They'll go through a mountain, literally, to find the Book of Blue, a book that will explain how to make ‘the stars fall sideways' in order to save the day and earn their freedom.

THE STARS FELL SIDEWAYS, a YA Steampunkish fantasy, coming October 1st from MolliePup Press! 

I love this cover because if you look close enough, you can see a gear around the moon. The colors draw me in and I wonder whose feet are in the sand. Is it Alison? Pom? Someone else that may be super steamy? Who knows! But isn't that exactly what a book cover's supposed to do? Make you want to pick it up to find the answers to those questions!

Now here is something extra special just for you!

Cassandra Marshall is giving away a signed pre-order of THE STARS FELL SIDEWAYS! To enter, visit each of the blogs below to find special inside info about THE STARS FELL SIDEWAYS and Cassandra Marshall. The special inside info for this blog is [ "Cassandra writes Mollie, her dog, into every book. In THE STARS FELL SIDEWAYS, Mollie appears as a yellow mining canary." ]. Be sure to visit all of the blogs to find all of the insider info and then visit thestarsfellsideways.com to enter to win a signed pre-order! You can gain additional entries by sharing links to the cover reveals! 

  Click on the links below & find the other inside info that will help you when entering to win THE STARS FELL SIDEWAYS! Trust me, this book is worth reading! So, what are you waiting for? Click now!

Shiela Blank - http://www.shielawrites.blogspot.com
Julianna Helms -http://thereviewsnews.blogspot.com
Liana Brooks - http://www.lianabrooks.com
Jamie Corrigan (That's me & you're here!) - http://thiswritersworldplotbunnies.blogspot.com
James Matlack Raney - http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6430715.James_Matlack_Raney/blog
Colleen Hampton - http://adventures-in-word.blogspot.com
Rhen Wilson - http://blog.thenaturaltale.com
Kate SitHere- http://www.sithereandread.com
Erica Haglund - http://thebookcellarx.com
Alice M. - http://notveryalice.wordpress.com
Becca - http://beccaweston.wordpress.com
Amanda - http://www.otherawesomewords.blogspot.com
Eleni - http://elenialexandraki.blogspot.com
Lauren - http://lscribeharris.blogspot.com
Cassandra - http://www.camarshall.com

I really hope you enjoyed this reveal and buy The Stars Fell Sideways. It truly is a delightful read and one I believe everyone will enjoy! Until next time, happy reading/writing everyone!

The post where I talk about my hair...

Instead of writing or anything book related, this post is about my hair. A little shallow, I know. But being a creative person, I need other outlets to let my creativity flow. "Hair?" I hear you asking. Yes, hair. The thing is, I'm really excited about getting my hair cut and dyed sometime this next week. (I'm a DIY-er when it comes to hair dye and I have to say I do a pretty good job for an amateur. No unintentional weird color yet!)

So I'm sure you're asking yourself why I'm writing about this? Well, it's because I'm going to dip dye my hair and I can't decide what color I want to use. So, I'm going to show the base color and the four colors I'm thinking of using. (I'm only using one. Not all four.) The fun part is that you get to voice your opinion on which one you think I should go with and you never know, I just might do it!

So, here is the base color-       Pure Darkest Brown (Not the brand I'm using, but the color.)

And here are the colors I'm trying to decide between.

Magenta

   Red     

Sky Blue

Purple

So there you have it. Let me know what you think the color is I should use in the comments and I'll let you know what I've decided in the next post. There may be even a picture included.

Until next time, happy reading/writing everyone!

So I entered another one of Leah Clifford's flash fiction contests...

As the title mentions above, I entered awesome author Leah Clifford's flash fiction contest. I am part of the fine tradition of story sharers and this one is something I'm considering making into a full novel. If you've seen my other stories I've submitted to Leah, then you know how it works. If this is your first time here, then let me explain the details. Leah posted a picture prompt and we had to write a 1,000 word or less (maybe a little more cause she's amazing like that) based on that picture. Once we were done, we emailed it in and she read them. Although I didn't win this time, (I've won before and am still over the moon that she loved my story enough to pick me!) I still had fun getting my mind off family things and being sick. So here it is and I hope you enjoy.

Source: Beautifully Goth

Perfectly Torn

by

Jamie Corrigan

Smiling faces line the top of mama's piano. I stare at them, wondering what made them feel that way. When nothing comes to mind, I walk away and admire my new white dress in the mirror.

“Such a pretty linen,” I say, fingers running along the skirt's soft fabric. Eyes narrow, I study my reflection waiting for my face to mimic those I've envied so much. No matter how long I stare though, I know it'll never come. Daddy says I'm not made that way. But what does he know? He's a drunk and I despise him with all of my soul.

“Vivian!” he shouts from the other room, making me jump and back out of the room. He has no idea what's coming as his heavy footsteps come closer to where I'm hidden. “Vivian, where are you?”

Holding my breath, I replay all of my practice runs through my mind. How their startled eyes bulged when they saw it was me. How long it took to end it all and how much quicker I am when I want to end their horror swiftly. The problem with daddy is, I don't want it to be swift. Not after what he did to mama.

“Vivian, come here! I have something for you!”

I bet you do.

My eyes follow his stocky frame trudge by, igniting the inferno running through my veins. I hear mama's cries and vow he'll repeat her words to me. I'm certain he's far enough away not to hear me. So I slide from the small space between the bookcases, hatchet in hand. Too many years he's gotten away with it and what he's done to me. It's time for it to end. For him to pay.

“Vivian,” he calls out to me again, “don't make me keep yelling for you or else—”

His words are cut short as I make my first swing. Edge of the blade landing in the center of his shoulders, bringing him to his knees gasping for air. My hands never leave the handle and with one yank, I rip it free from his body. Crimson splatters my dress, but I pay it no mind as I walk around to give him a view of who's doing this to him.

“Viv—ian, why?” He tries to stand but another chop to the shoulder keeps him down. I wonder why he's not jumping up. Maybe the first cut did more damage than I'd expected? Who knows now. Guess I'll find out later when I'm playing the grieving child.

“Why do they always ask that?” I catch a glimpse of my raven tresses in the mirror and make a mental note to chop them off once I'm finally free from his chains.

He's gasping harder now. Hands held up, he asks, “What—does that—mean?”

I shake my head, “Let's not do this now. We both know what happened to those people.”

Daddy's hazel eyes widen. “You?”

The question rips a demented laugh from my throat. Calming down, I reply, “Well, if it wasn't you. Who did you think it was? A ghost?”

He's trembling, shaking his head with tears in his eyes. I want to puke at this little show. We both know he's as damaged as I am. Maybe even more. I'll stop once I'm done with him. Something I can't say about daddy.

“Viv,” he gasps again. “Your mother wouldn't—”

“Wrong thing to say,” I growl as I raise my weapon and bring it down hard across his chest. No one can hear us. We're too far away from the world. That's why he liked the place. Nobody could hear him play his horrid games.

With every whack I take, my ears block out his screams and pleas for me to stop. “Did you stop for mama when she asked you to stop? Did you stop slicing her skin? Did you make it quick?” I'm screeching, but I can't stop myself now. I've come to far to let him live.

“Vivian, stop!”

He's on his back now and my pretty white dress has a river of scarlet splattered over its darling ruffles. Catching the sight from the corner of my eye, I adjust my hits to land swifter and harder to add to the portrait I am creating.

The screams have stopped. I'm sure he's gone, so I step back to prepare for my greatest act when his hand comes up and lands on the bottom of my dress. Our eyes lock and I watch him fade away.

My face feels odd. My cheeks are tight like I'm clenching my teeth when I'm not. Walking over to the mirror, I can't breathe. For the first time in my life, my face looks like those in mama's pictures. The feelings I am feeling are wonderful. I want to keep feeling them.

I promised I would stop. My eyes never leave my reflection. From where I'm standing I see daddy's tools. Something's written on the box's plaque. Walking to where it sets, it all becomes clear.

Scrawled in elegant gold script, J. Ripper tells me who I am and what I must do. Maybe daddy was right. But who knows now? Guess I'll find out later when I'm playing the grieving child.

The End

So, I hope you enjoyed it and I'd love to hear your thoughts. Until next time, happy reading/writing everyone!