Dorianna by Catherine Stine

Dorianna by Catherine Stine

What word best describes true love?

Exclusivity. Having Ander love me as much as I love him, having him forget about Lacey

© Finish this sentence: When I think of love, I think of Ander and I cuddling on the Coney Island beach

© What’s your ideal romantic evening?

I loved it when Ander danced with me at my Yellow Party.

© What’s the perfect Valentine’s Day gift?

Ander letting me read his secret journal, him surprising me with a love poem there.

© Did you ever think you’d found that perfect love? What happened?

What happened was that Ander’s still in love with his ex, Lacey. What also happened was Wilson lured me into his enchanted, magnetic trap and now I don’t know how to get out of it!

© What are the ideal traits you’re looking for in a forever love?

Forever-ugh… now that I’m tormented by my inner beast Wilson somehow contaminated me with, and Wilson said I’m basically immortal, I’m not so sure “forever” is a gift! I’d like to grow with Ander, except he’ll grow up and older, but I won’t. How’s that for a dilemma!

© What song title best describes your relationship track record?

“Looking for Love in All The Wrong Places” or Rhianna’s “We Found Love in a Hopeless Place”.

© Why are you still single?

Well, I’m only seventeen. Plus, I’ll be seventeen forever, while my contemporaries age.

© What type of man are you instinctively drawn to?

Soulful, tortured, handsome. A writer like Ander. Unfortunately, I’m also drawn to charismatic, powerful, manipulative guys like Wilson. Ack!

© What’s an absolute deal breaker in a relationship?

My man still being in love with his ex like Ander is. My man being the Prince of Darkness like Wilson is!

© What was your first opinion of each other?

I fell for Ander immediately! At first he was using me to make Lacey jealous. He thought I was plain. That was before my transformation. Still, he did fall for me without any magic on my part. Pretty amazing!

© What first attracted you to each other?

He appreciated I was different than the elegant, jaded city girls in Brooklyn or NYC. I was from rural Indiana. I think he liked that I was kind of hokey, and drove a Dixie Chopper and harvested Brussels Sprouts with a bowie knife. Earthy but bada@s, you know? I liked him because he talked to me from the very first day when I was new at school. Because he was so incredibly handsome yet little boyish too. Not your typical hipster.

© What kept you from acting on that attraction?

I knew he was stringing me along for a while. As soon as he actually fell for me and I sensed it, we kissed.

© Who made the first move and what was it?

We danced together. He stroked my leg on the subway. He kissed me on the forehead, And it just went from there, each delicious step closer.

© What would he have to change to make this relationship work?

He’d have to make a choice between me and Lacey. He’s still too confused because suddenly she wants him back. I think it’s only because she knows I want him. Sucks.

© What would you be willing to change to make this relationship succeed?

I can’t be with him, or anyone, until I kill this goddamn demon inside me. And I don’t know how.

© What could stand in your way?

I can’t tell Ander about my dark side, and I promised myself never to manipulate him through my powers. I have to kill this beast in me. It curses at me, kicks me from the inside out, makes me do horrid things. I’m not acting like my old self. I never thought I’d say this, but I miss that old hokey girl! And Wilson just keep saying he told me there’d be consequences if I made a vow. How was I supposed to know it was for real? I thought he was joking but now it’s too late. I don’t want to hurt Ander. Not at all.

 

DORIANNA

Catherine Stine

 

Contemporary/Paranormal Teen Romance

Released October 24, 2014

 

 

Internet followers, beauty, power. It all sounded good. Until it transformed into a terrifying reality Dorianna couldn’t stop.

 

When her father is jailed, her mother ships Dorianna to her aunt’s house. Dorianna yearns to build a new identity, but the popular Lacey bullies her—mostly for getting attention from her ex, Ander.

 

Ander takes Dorianna to Coney Island where Wilson, a videographer, creates a stunning compilation of her. She dreams of being an online sensation, tired of being plain and lonely, and vows she’d give anything to go viral. Wilson claims he’s the Prince of Darkness and offers her the beauty and fame she’s dreamed of—warning her that a pledge has its downsides.  Dorianna has no idea of how dire those consequences might be.

 

 

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Excerpt:

 

On the way to my new school, I catch a glimpse of my face in a shop mirror. Even though I hate mirrors, I force myself to look. No one needs to remind me I’m plain.

 

Leaning forward, I examine my pale skin with its tracery of blue underneath. It looks like granny spider veins. And I never smile all the way. That would expose my wonky teeth—one front tooth slightly over the other.

 

My hair’s limp, but it’s auburn with peachy highlights. I’ve got that going for me, at least. Lifting up a lock, I admire its warm glow in the September sun. And there’s still a hint of eagerness in my eyes––they haven’t knocked that out of me. It’s hope, whispering, “Maybe this place will be different. Maybe they won’t walk past me as if I’m floating dust.”

 

I’ve been here in Brooklyn for four days, shuffled away from family chaos to my Aunt Carol’s house. She’s nice so far, but I don’t really know her. It’s too bad we could never afford to fly east for family reunions. I do know she’s a fundraiser for a public radio station, and owns one floor in a brownstone. And that she eats vegetarian, and neatly folds the nubbly throws on her earth-tone Pottery Barn couch.

 

And she’s the sister of my screw-up father.

 

I’m not sorry I left Wabash. School there was a train wreck. It got so lonely, watching the reigning couples kissing their way down the halls. I wanted someone’s arms around me, too, or at least another good friend after Jen. But it wasn’t meant to be, after gossip spread that my father was sent to jail for committing moral turpitude. My mom took to her bed, and I took over. We were struck with loss and horror and shock all at once. Mom needed me last spring. I tried to help in any way I could, until she insisted that I needed a total break from the family. Or was it Mom who needed the break?

 

I’m going to suck it up. I am. If she needs the break, she can have it. Maybe I need one, too. I’m determined to pump myself up to face a different army of kids.

 

Ambling down Montague Street, past the cute boutiques, I soak in the balmy September sun and survey my new stomping grounds. These Brooklyn streets are as delicious as strawberry shortcake. The narrow shops are a wonder of necklaces, handmade with glass bits and bottle tops, and leafy bracelets fashioned from green computer chips.

 

The caffeine-laced scents wafting from the cyber café draw me in. As I walk by, I sneak looks at the lean, fox-quick boys with scruffy hair, low-slung belts, and tees that read Neon Pandas and Oubliettes of Onyx. Bands I’ve never heard of, since out in Hoosier Land they mostly play country music.

 

I smile, picturing myself talking to a slinky boy who makes me my very own playlist—he’d call it Songs for a Brooklyn Beauty. A girl can dream, right?

 

Turning down Court Street, a woman breezes past me in a black jumpsuit. Another dramatic beauty in thigh-high boots floats by, with two dachshunds tugging against their pink leashes. As I glance back at her, I imagine her working as a Broadway actress, dancing across a stage in those fancy boots.

 

Just then, one of her dogs works free of her grasp, and streaks into the street. “Hey!” I call. “Hey, pup!” I dash after it, grab the pink leather strap, and coax it back toward the curb as a bakery van careens around the corner, the driver pounding on his horn.

 

The booted lady runs over to me. “Thanks so much!” she says, breathless.

 

“Happy to help. Couldn’t let your sweet dog be hit.” Our eyes meet as I hand her the leash, and her smile touches me. I watch for another moment as she walks demurely on.

 

Everything here vibrates with possibility, if I block out my dread of school. It’s my chance to figure out who I want to be, which I couldn’t quite do back home. I can’t wait to let my old, stale-kernel life rot on the vine, and start over.

 

Reading the sign on a red colonial stone building, I sway with sudden trepidation: School. Ivy sprints up its scholarly walls, and its walkway is marked with marble planters. Each one bursts with purple chrysanthemums, as if this is the cheeriest high school ever. I’m here, no turning back. Look, you’re smart, I tell myself, you tested in and even got a scholarship here. Maybe private school kids are easier on new students. Unlikely, but I’ll give it my best.

 

 

 

Author Bio:Catherine Stine YA author photo

Catherine Stine’s YA novels span the range from science fiction to dark fantasy to modern horror. Her futuristic thriller, Fireseed One was a finalist in YA and SF in the USA News International Book Awards and an Indie Reader Approved notable. Its companion novel, Ruby’s Fire was a finalist in the Next Generation Indie Awards. She also writes new adult fiction as Kitsy Clare, and her Art of Love series (Model Position and Private Internship) is about Sienna’s artistic perils in NYC. Her YA paranormal, Dorianna is her new YA horror from Evernight Teen. Catherine’s love of dark fantasy came from her father reading Edgar Allen Poe to her when she was a child. She was also addicted to science fiction as a teen. The freakier the better! She teaches workshops in writing speculative fiction and is a member of RWA, SFWA and SCBWI.

 

 

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FOLLOWING CHELSEA by Shari Green

 

Character Interview with FOLLOWING CHELSEA’s main character, 17-year-old Anna Richards:

 

© What word best describes true love? loyalty

© Finish this sentence: When I think of love, I think of betrayal (I’m hoping to get past that).

© What’s your ideal romantic evening? Working on art together—with occasional make-out breaks.

© What’s the perfect Valentine’s Day gift? Coffee! Coffeecoffeecoffee! It’s the perfect gift for all occasions.

© Did you ever think you’d found that perfect love? What happened? He ditched me and hooked up with my best friend. Totally cliché. Totally painful.

© What are the ideal traits you’re looking for in a forever love? I want need to be able to trust that person with my life. I learned that from a really smart, dorky guy.

© What song title best describes your relationship track record: “Nothing but a Good Time,” “Turn Me Loose,” “Shot Through the Heart (You Give Love a Bad Name)”, “Money Talks/Material Girl”, “Looking for Love in All The Wrong Places”? Shot Through the Heart (ouch)

© What do you find the most appealing about a committed relationship? I’m still not sure any relationship is appealing…I might have to get back to you on this question.

© Why are you still single? Hello? I’m seventeen.  Jeez.

© What type of man/woman are you instinctively drawn to? Used to be, hot bad boys, because…well, because hot bad boys. But things have changed. Now, sincerity and honesty outrank pretty much everything else. (God, I sound so old!)

© What’s an absolute deal breaker in a relationship? lying to me

© What was your first opinion of Doran? I thought he was a loser. A nice loser, but a loser. I’m guessing he probably thought I was a bit mean (ya think?).

© What first attracted you to him? His fondness for trees.

© What’s the best thing about the two of you together? To be determined.

 Following Chelsea

Shari
Green
Evernight
Teen Contemporary Romance
48.5k
words, released Oct. 17
Walking
in the footsteps of a dead girl isn’t easy…
After her social life flatlines, seventeen-year-old Anna
Richards wants nothing more than to lie low at her new school. But it seems
Anna looks an awful lot like Chelsea, the sweet and popular girl who recently
died, and Anna finds herself stepping into the void created by Chelsea’s
absence.
Anna is determined to make the awkward situation work in her
favor, though, because Chelsea didn’t just leave a spot open with the in-crowd;
she also left a gorgeous—and now available—boyfriend. But it turns out that
following Chelsea might be a lot more complicated than Anna anticipated.
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“Can I have my knife back?”
I’m sitting across from Principal Feinstadt in her office.
My knife is on the desk between us, partially hidden from my view by an I Heart
My Cat mug stuffed with pens. That knife cost me thirty bucks, so she’d better
give it back.
“No, Anna,” she says. “Why would you even bring it to school
in the first place?”
It goes everywhere with me. Without it, I never would’ve
been able to get through the heavy-duty packaging of my new graphing calculator
this morning. Come to think of it, I wouldn’t have been able to slash The
Leech’s tires last week, either. That’s not going to help my case here, though,
so I just say, “I use it to open stuff.”
She seems to be waiting for more of an answer.
“It’s got a screwdriver, too,” I say. “You never know when
you’re going to have to screw something.” Mrs. Feinstadt’s mouth twitches. “And
there’s a bottle opener.” Tucking my overgrown bangs behind one ear, I reach
forward to demonstrate the wonders of my knife, but she covers it with her hand
and slides it closer to her side of the desk. “Not that I personally need a
bottle opener,” I say, slouching back in my chair, “but it comes in handy when
my mom’s on a bender.”
Mrs. Feinstadt raises a hand to interrupt me. “This is
serious. It’s a potential weapon, Anna. You can’t bring a potential weapon onto
school property.”
“It’s not exactly a switchblade.”
Her arms folded across her chest, she glares across the desk
at me.
“Oh, come on,” I say. “You think I’m going to pull a knife
on one of my ever-so-charming fellow students?” I look down and pick at the
chipped blue polish on my thumbnail. Trust me—if I ever pull a knife on
someone, it’ll be you.
Mrs. Feinstadt’s hand smacks the intercom button and she
hollers for someone to get in hereright now. Stink. Did I say that last bit out
loud? Must’ve, because before I know it, both the secretary and old Mr. Jasper
have moved into place for backup. Great.
“This student just threatened me with physical violence,”
Feinstadt says. Suddenly I’m not Anna anymore. I’m this student. The secretary
knows the drill. She calls the police. She calls my mother. And, thanks to this
year’s new safety policies, she initiates a lockdown of the whole freaking
school.
As Feinstadt deposits my knife in the Drawer of Doom, into
which many students’ belongings have entered and from which none has ever
returned, I try to explain. “I said if I ever pull a knife, which I wouldn’t.
It was hypothetical.”
“It was a threat,” Feinstadt says. When the cops arrive,
they naturally take her side and I get the total third degree. After the
officers finish impressing upon me the seriousness of my offense, Feinstadt
exerts her principalian authority and suspends me for two weeks … until right
before finals.
I don’t get my knife back.
Bio:
Shari Green writes Young Adult and Middle Grade fiction and
occasionally masquerades as a poet.
When she’s not glued to her laptop, she can often be found
wandering in a blissful daze on the beach near her home on Vancouver Island,
BC, Canada.
In her non-writing life, Shari works as a Licensed Practical
Nurse. She’s married to her high-school sweetheart and has four children.
Links:
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INGRID by Lynnette Kraft

 

Title: INGRID
Author: Lynnette Kraft
Trailer Creator (and Illustrator): Abigail Kraft
YouTube or equivalent link of the trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XkvaBfEvEKc

Music Credit: Jared Kraft
Blurb:
The vil­lage of Scot is on the brink of change, and its peo­ple are in need of hope, but hearts must first change, and dif­fi­cult sac­ri­fices must be made. Ingrid Har­ri­son is six­teen years old and com­pletely mute. Her silence has become a bar­rier to hap­pi­ness. But will the silence she’s always resented be the voice that changes everything?

Ingrid is a char­ac­ter dri­ven juve­nile fic­tion, espe­cially tai­lored to illus­trate courage, sac­ri­fice and the power of for­give­ness. The back­drop is a charm­ing vil­lage set­ting mixed with a bit of the super­nat­ural. The char­ac­ters are com­plex and lik­able. The story goes places the reader doesn’t expect and the inspi­ra­tion is lasting.

Rochelle Maya Callen

: Don’t Look Away…

 

I just watched a video by John Green in the vlogbrothers Nerdfighteria community and he made a series of powerful statements about the need of clean water in Ethiopia. He has partnered with Water.org and Bill Gates to fundraise and the project is so worthy of love and support.

 

Why am I letting John essentially photobomb my post? Because, well, the man rocks and this project is amazing, but beneath all of that is this:

 

His plea for us to NOT look away. In his video, he admitted that the majority of his filming in Ethiopia was of his shoes, because he felt uncomfortable with filming the personal and tragic moments that were happening all around him. And this—this plea to NOT look away—is what Two Breaths Too Late and the #HoldOn2Hope project are all about.

 

Ellie Walker, the girl in the book who loses her life to suicide, is forced to SEE all that she had looked away from while she was living. She didn’t see the hope that was tucked away. The hope that glistened on even the sharpest of cuts. The hope that lived secretly in the eyes of those she loved. She didn’t see any of it, because her pain eclipsed it all.

 

Some of us look away from hope.

Some of us look away from pain.

Both are tragic.

 

Every 2 seconds a suicide happens in the world. A life is lost. Why? It can be depression, mental illness, chronic pain, abuse—there are so many reasons why a person can feel locked alone and desperate. The issue is that we aren’t talking about it. We let the stigma of mental health and suicide blot out the absolute NEED to speak up about it.

 

We can’t be blind or silent. We have to sit up, look around and see who might need our help, our encouragement, our hope. We have to stand up and say that seeking help is NOT weak. We have to be there when tragedy strikes. We have to be honest when our hearts are hurting.

 

When I started writing Two Breaths Too Late, I didn’t know the impact it would make on me. I was nervous about writing it. It dealt with such personal issues and it felt like I was being too vulnerable. I felt like I my heart was bleeding onto the pages.

 

There wasn’t a day that I was writing this book that I wasn’t crying. I don’t say that to mean that I am an incredible writer or storyteller. I say that because deep down I knew that I was writing something true. Something about pain and suffering and loss and it hurt to know that as I was sitting at my kitchen table, laptop open, coffee steaming, that there were men and women out there that were hurting so badly that they felt that taking their own life was their only option. Desperation drove me forward. I wanted to write faster. I wanted reach through the pages and find each and every one of the people that were hurting and hold them close to me and whisper, “Hold on.”

 

The HoldOn2Hope project is about you and me. About not looking away. About seeing. About reaching out. About CHANGE.

 

There are one million suicides every year. One million lives lost. What if we didn’t look away from their pain? What if we didn’t look away from our own? What if the world saw?

 

We can make them see.

 

One share, one comment, one donation, one conversation with that person sitting alone in the corner, one event about hope and loss, one walk out of the dark, one call to someone who can help, one bold and brave move to HoldOn when all seems lost.

 

Yes, we can make the world see and life by life we can change the statistic so that we don’t have to feel this loss…this empty feeling of too much space because we know someone should be there to fill it.

 

Hold on.

The world needs you in it.

 

Rochelle

 

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Holdon2hope FB page
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Rochelle Maya Callen website
http://www.rochellemayacallen.com/

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