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Wednesday, 22 February 2017

Mix gaming, fantasy and #YA and you've got Chaos (un) Controlled. A #mustread for #gamers and #scifi lovers alike.

Chaos (un)Controlled

Self-contained Rixa Storms can’t wait to escape the pressures of her mother’s religious, controlling thumb. Fleeing to college seems to be her only escape route, until she stumbles upon an opportunity to learn a unique power in a world called University Heights.

Amazon.UK | Amazon.com

Tuesday, 21 February 2017

If you liked 'Sliding Doors' you'll love this one from Sue Shepherd! #romcom #paranormal #awesomebooks @thatsueshepherd

Love Them and Leave Them
Sometimes you have to leave the one you love … sometimes you’re the one who’s left behind.

another excellent read from Sue Shepherd

Love Them and Leave Them is a story of love, families, friendship and a world of possibilities. Whichever decision Ed makes, the same people are destined to come into his daughter’s life, sometimes in delightfully different ways. And before they can look forward to the future, they will all have to deal with the mistakes of the past.
Amazon.UK | Amazon.com



Ed – Six years ago
There was scarcely a moment for Ed to make his decision. Gazing wide-eyed back at him, the rabbit seemed rooted to the spot. It was directly in his line of fire, and if it didn’t move in the next five seconds, he was going to squash it flat. The rain was hammering down, the tyres of Ed’s beloved Avensis barely touching the tarmac.

Ed shouted pointlessly for the rabbit to move. It remained. Ed tooted his horn. The rabbit was oblivious to the approaching vehicle. Ed wondered if he should just hit the stupid thing? Would it damage the car? He loved this car, he’d not had it long. On the other hand, swerving to avoid the creature was surely a crazy idea, particularly in this downpour.

Only metres away, Ed couldn’t do it. Who knew what kind of sickening sound a great fat bunny like that would make on impact? Plus, he was just too worried about scratching the front of his car. With a rapid movement, Ed snatched the steering wheel to the right, his wheels narrowly avoiding the stationary animal. Sadly, those same wheels locked, sending him into a skid. Ed’s car began aquaplaning across the road. He’d made a catastrophic decision, which he regretted instantly. The rabbit, at last roused from its trance, darted its way to the safety of the grass verge, where it disappeared into a bush, to the sound of a ton of metal colliding head-on with a large oak tree.

On his way home, Ed makes a split-second decision that changes the lives of all those who love him.
Six years on, Ed’s daughter, Jessie, is stuck in a job with no prospects, her dreams never fulfilled. It will take more than her unreliable boyfriend, Chris, and temperamental best friend, Coco, to give her the confidence to get her life back on track.
 But what if Ed had made another decision? It could all have been so different …

Six years on, Ed’s daughter, Jessica, has a successful career, loving boyfriend, Nick, and a keen eye on her dream home. But when new clients, a temperamental Coco, and her unreliable boyfriend, Chris, walk into her life, Jessica’s perfect world soon starts to unravel.

Sue Shepherd writes contemporary romance and enjoys creating novels with heart, laughs and naughtiness. She doesn’t pull any punches when choosing her subjects, but manages to handle her characters’ challenging situations with sensitivity and humour. Her debut novel, Doesn't Everyone Have a Secret? was published by Corazon Books in March 2015. It reached the top 10 UK Kindle chart, and also topped the romantic comedy, contemporary romance and humour charts. It became available in paperback on Amazon in November 2015.

Sue’s second novel, Love Them and Leave Them, was published in September 2016.
Sue lives on the picturesque Isle of Wight with her husband, two sons and a standard poodle. Her passions in life are: her family, writing, the sea-side and all the beautiful purple things her sons have bought her over the years. Ask Sue to plan too far in advance and you'll give her the heebie-jeebies and she'd prefer you not to mention Christmas until at least November!
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Thursday, 16 February 2017

If you like time travel romances, check out Wide Awake Asleep #time #timetravel #backtothefuture

Fate is predetermined.
It’s a road for us mere mortals to follow until we reach our destiny. But what happens if fate makes a mistake? And that mistake snowballs and snowballs until destiny is never reached?

This is Julie’s story in a time travel saga called Wide Awake Asleep.
Julie's approaching her middle years and finally has the life she wants and worked hard for, but back in the early 1970s her fate-line snapped and plunged her into an existence that never should have been.
Her destiny is demanding to be put right.
Julie doesn’t know it yet, but she’s about to be sent backwards in time to correct the broken fate-line.

Amazon.com | Amazon.UK
The end is sometimes the beginning


EXCERPT (taken from Chapter Four):

I woke with a bump; like I’d been submerged beneath water. Gasping. Breathless. The shimmering man slipped from my consciousness as I fought to hold on to him—I felt he was important but the dream disintegrated as panic overcame me.
I scrabbled around, getting my things together, knowing I had to get out of the car before it became my grave. It was still daylight. I’d missed the meeting though. Sod the meeting. I reached to grab my bag and briefcase from the footwell. My hand stopped in mid-air. A beaded yellow and red bag was in place of my Ted Baker handbag.
I took the bag anyway. I needed money to make phone calls for a recovery service and a taxi. I’d pay whoever’s bag it was back. I grabbed my briefcase and opened the car door. The car was at an angle, pointing downward, and I slipped. I had to grab the door one-handed as my feet disappeared beneath the car. But I felt strangely light; as if I could jump and easily reach the swaying trees making a canopy over the road. I threw the bag and briefcase to the top of the embankment and climbed up.
On my knees, I opened the bag, hoping to find a phone inside. There was a packet of cigarettes. Players No. 6 to be exact. I turned it over in my hands. Even as a non-smoker I knew this brand had long been replaced by something else. I dropped them in the bag, maybe whoever they belonged to was a retro smoker.
I searched further, but other than a discoloured makeup bag, an opened packet of strawberry Spangles, a pen, diary and a hideous brown purse there was nothing that I could use to help me out of my predicament.
My iPad!
I reached for my briefcase, but as I did, I realised that that too wasn’t mine. In fact it was nothing like mine. This wasn’t genuine leather, it had no long handles and it was scuffed and well-used.
Too late to register, an old Cortina wooshed past. I stood quickly, yelling and waving my hands, but it had disappeared around the bend in the road. I ran after it a few paces, but stopped, knowing it was futile.
There was nothing for it—I’d have to walk. I couldn’t be far from civilisation. This was England for goodness’ sake! I picked up the handbag and briefcase. I didn’t want whoever’s it was to say I’d stolen it. I’d have to look after it until I could return it. The garish-coloured bag went over my shoulder.
Something made me turn to look down at my poor, smashed up car. Ghost-like figures surrounded it. I couldn’t make out features, colours or anything much, just strange transparent floating shapes hovering around my car.
Fear caused me to step back. I wasn’t religious, and I disbelieved in anything hocus-pocus and was also suspicious of anyone who claimed they believed in the afterlife, but I couldn’t explain those ghostly figures as anything other than Death trying to find me. Trying to find out how I cheated it, maybe.
I closed my eyes and rocked on my feet as dizziness brushed over me. I opened them again carefully, almost afraid of what I’d see. But it was mist that was surrounding the car now.
Just mist.
‘Silly woman,’ I said, and turned to look around at my surroundings. I was on a typical narrow country road, and I was afraid I’d have a boy-racer come up behind me and finish me off. I wondered what time it was. I never wore a watch, and as my mobile was broken I didn’t know the time. I stopped and squinted up at the sun. It was high in the blue sky, but how could that be? It was January, the sun never rose much during the winter months. I looked around at the gently swaying trees—fully leaved. The field to my left was full of tall rapeseed. The yellow flowers gave off a familiar smell that reminded me of my childhood in the village before I left with my father as a teenager.
This was crazy. It’s January. I’ve not only slept through the night, but the entire winter?

Monday, 13 February 2017

Domestic abuse drama by @JenLGilmour #mustread #abuse #blogtour @emmamitchellfpr 

Isolation Junction:

Breaking free from the isolation of emotional abuse

Jennifer Gilmour

Rose is the mother of two young children, and finds herself living a robotic life with an abusive and controlling husband. While she struggles to maintain a calm front for the sake of her children, inside Rose is dying and trapped in ‘Isolation Junction’.

She runs an online business from home, because Darren won’t let her work outside the house. Through this, she meets other mums and finds courage to attend networking events, while Darren is at work, to promote her business.
Amazon.UK | Amazon.com

It’s at one of these events that Rose meets Tim, a sympathetic, dark-haired stranger who unwittingly becomes an important part of her survival.

After years of emotional abuse, of doubting her future and losing all self-confidence, Rose takes a stand. Finding herself distraught, alone and helpless, Rose wonders how she’ll ever escape with her sanity and her children. With 100 reasons to leave and 1,000 reasons she can’t, will she be able to do it?

Will Tim help her? Will Rose find peace and the happiness she deserves? Can Rose break free from this spiralling life she so desperately wants to change?

Extract from Isolation Junction

Chapter One

Ice cold rain splattered her face; her toes and fingers were numb and yet she sat there huddled up and gently rocking herself. It was a black night with no stars, like someone had just switched off the sky. The only light shining on her face was the orange glow of a single street light. Rose couldnt cope anymore, she was crying into her hands so hard it hurt her heart; it was a deep spike of a pain rushing through her body and this wasnt the first time she had felt it. Rose had felt this often through the last 5 years of her life and yet this felt like an eternity. She sat there in the mud at the front of a run-down old church surrounded by old and wonky gravestones, completely soaked through. Rose didn't care, she had learnt to become care-free from her own feelings and thoughts. It was like she had become a robot. Rose had lovely long red hair down to her bottom with stunning green eyes, a curvy figure with a peachy bottom. She used to be the centre of her family, everyone wanted to be around her because she brought life to a family gathering. She was always comical and sometimes stepping over the line, but her family and her friends loved her for who she was. Lately she had become muted at gatherings and would never go out socially unless Darren was by her side.
            Rose’s mind was racing through those years in which she suffered, spent and wasted with Darren. Better known as Den (a name Rose had always hated), he was a short and overweight man in his 30s. He had ended it with her, again, but this time Rose was going to act on it. This was a regular statement from Den to try and keep her in his possession by panicking her. Den didnt know that this time Rose was going to stand up to him, but how? Roses parents had never approved of Darren simply because of the 10-year age gap.
            You're young and na├»ve,they had said to her after the first introduction. He's not the type of man you normally go for either,Rose's mum had expressed and she was correct. Rose did have a type and Darren wasn't her usual.
            Rose had explained to her parents, He tells me I'm beautiful and no one has ever complimented me like he does.Why hadnt she listened to them? They were correct, but Rose thought that perhaps it was good to go away from her usual type.
            Why hadn't she taken the countless offers of a temporary place to stay when she became trapped?
             Rose knew the relationship wasnt going to last just weeks into the mess. She thought back

About the author in her own words:

'Born in the North East, I am a young, married mum with three children. I am an entrepreneur, running a family business from my home-base and I have a large readership of other young mums in business for my blog posts.

From an early age I have had a passion for writing and have been gathering ideas and plot lines from my teenage years. A passionate advocate for women in abusive relationships, I have amalgamated and fictionalised other survivors experiences alongside my own to write my first novel detailing the journey of a young woman from the despair of an emotionally abusive and unhappy marriage to develop the confidence to challenge and change her life and to love again. I hope that in reading my debut novel, I will raise awareness of this often hidden and unseen behaviour and empower women in abusive relationships to seek help for themselves and find the confidence to change their lives.'

Tuesday, 7 February 2017

Enter a world of mystery and magic with Wizard of Kharathad #fantasy

The Wizard of Kharathad
Matia ben Ephraim    

Ever wonder where all the honourable heroes of pure heart and selfless intentions went?
You'll find them in The Wizard of Kharathad in the enchanting land of Doronloch, where the supernatural is an everyday thing and mythological creatures come alive in the vibrant setting of their world.
Raised on a farmstead situated a few miles outside the town of Kharathad, Dogalas was a young man solid and true, just like all Kharathidian men were brought up to be. It was a common practice that lads between sixteen and eighteen springs of age would train under the wise Wizard of the Tower, in order to become semizards.
Dogalas, forever curious as to the detailed workings of magic, intended to follow in their footsteps and find out for himself what it meant to be a semizard. Little did he know the perils that awaited him on his path, the secrets that abounded in his own past and the hidden destiny of his future.
Enter a world of mystery and magic, replete with incredible creatures (from gnomes to dragons and beyond), enchanting characters, diverse locations, and unlock the door to the magic within with The Wizard of Kharathad - the book that keeps on living.

Tuesday, 2 February 2016

What’s a girl to do when she discovers her boss is a wanted man?

Become a honey trap, that’s what
Poor Charlie, she really should’ve stayed home

For anyone (as long as they aren’t ginger)

Extract from A Proper Charlie (this book is available in all electronic formats) 

‘What the bloody hell have you done, Charlie?’ Mr Fanton stood behind her, his hands, somewhere beneath his large middle, were on his hips. He came forward and slapped down a wad of printouts on a nearby table. ‘I’ve just being ringing up the stationers to see if there’s been some kind of mistake, but apparently not.’ He jabbed at the printouts with a finger. ‘The quantities are all in triple figures! What were you thinking?’

Charlie felt terrible. ‘I’m so sorry Mr Fanton, I think the order must’ve gone through twice, somehow.’ She remembered how Faye had caused her computer to go blank while looking for her pen and Charlie had resubmitted the order.

‘Twice? Look!’ he shrieked picking up the printouts of her order and thrusting them into her hands. ‘That isn’t twice! What am I supposed to do with that lot?’

Charlie looked through the pages. It was her scroll on the bottom of the order. Oh God, she must have submitted it for the third time by mistake! ‘I’m sorry,’ she repeated in a small voice, realising that people in the canteen were taking great delight in witnessing her dressing-down. ‘I’ll sort it, Mr Fanton,’ she added.

‘Sort it?’ He glowered, spittle gathered at the corners of his mouth, and his jowls wobbled as he shook his head. ‘Are you going to pay for it, too? Are you going to work wage-free while you sort out the mess? Well, are you?’

Charlie felt close to tears. She was deeply troubled over her personal involvement over Sally, and felt that any moment now she’d collapse in a heap of convulsing sobs. She restrained herself.

‘For God’s sake girl, you are a hindrance to the company.’

Charlie bit her lip. This is it, you’re going to be fired, she thought.

‘What’s going on?’ said a deep voice.

‘Ah, Ben,’ Mr Fanton turn away from Charlie. ‘Nothing I can’t handle. There’s been a mistake in the stationery order.’ He turned as if to try and shield Ben from the stacks of boxes, not because he wanted to protect Charlie from further wrath, but because he wanted to be the one to dish it out. Ben side-stepped him and looked at the piles of packages and boxes.

Charlie had been looking at her feet, feeling fully chastened. She glanced up at Ben, with her bottom lip clenched between her teeth, and expected to see shock followed by anger on his face. Instead, he pulled his lips inside his mouth as if he were trying to stop himself from laughing.

Mr Fanton held the printouts of Charlie’s stationery order towards him. ‘Charlie can’t seem to understand the difference between single and double figures,’ he declared pompously.

Taking them, Ben glanced up and his gaze met with Charlie’s. He didn’t look at all angry or annoyed, and Charlie felt stupidly grateful. She had to stop herself from throwing her arms around his ankles and kissing his shoes.

‘Hmm, someone’s been a bit over-enthusiastic,’ Ben said, his mouth turning up at the corners as he read through them.

‘As I was saying to Charlie,’ Mr Fanton began, ‘she’s a hindrance to the company. It’s been one mistake after another.’

‘Really?’ Ben asked. ‘What other mistakes has she made?’

‘Well, nothing major like this, but she just causes disruption. She chats when she should be working—’

‘Excellent qualities in a reporter,’ Ben said. ‘It helps to break the ice, and encourages the interviewee to talk.’

‘She isn’t a reporter,’ Mr Fanton pointed out. ‘After this I doubt she’ll ever get a newspaper to hire her again! Charlie, I’ll have your P45 drawn up this afternoon. Don’t worry Ben, I’ll have this mess sorted in no time.’

Ben was taking off his jacket and unbuttoning his cuff buttons on his shirt. He rolled up his sleeves. He winked at Charlie, who stood miserably between both men. ‘I’ll not hear of Charlie being dismissed over a slight error.’

Charlie looked up, open-mouthed.

‘A slight error?’ Mr Fanton gave a small humourless laugh.

‘That’s right,’ Ben said. ‘Arrange a dispatcher would you? Er, you’d better make that several.’

Mr Fanton looked from Charlie and then to Ben. When his shocked gaze fell back on Charlie she controlled herself from sticking out her tongue, and instead permitted a smug smile to tease the corners of her mouth – well, if a girl can’t be smug in situations like this, when can she be?

Monday, 25 January 2016

British crime writer @RobRoughley shows that being dyslexic hasn't held him back

Robin Roughley
in WWBB’s ‘How was it for you’ guest post.
How times change, cast your mind back a mere twenty years and we have writers tapping away at their typewriter or, if you were at the cutting edge of technology, your word processor trying to write the next best seller. I was there, holding down a job and writing every spare minute I could get. Then sending the first three chapters out to agents only to get it back six months later dog eared and stained with coffee cup rings with the obligatory ‘not for us', post it note attached.

Fast forward and now you can upload a novel in a few strokes of the keyboard and hours later there it is in all its eBook glory, how wonderful, how bloody magnificent!

I can’t spell for shit, being dyslexic meant I left school with a good brain but scared to apply for any jobs that required the filling in of forms. So I drove trucks for a living, a solitary working life. But the stories kept growing in my head; fermenting like someone making their own home brew and sticking it in the shed waiting for it to mature.
Then suddenly everyone had a home computer, and I started to read about companies like Amazon who would allow you to put your book on their site for people to buy and read.

I remember feeling like a stone age man crawling from his cave only to see a spaceship go flying by.

It took me a while to fathom out what it was all about and yet here I am with ten books on sale and happy as a pig in muck.

It had always been my dream to be a published author I wanted someone in the ‘business', to say ‘yeah this guy can write, let’s sign him up.’  The call never came and now I thank god for that!

How fantastic that I can now call myself an ‘indie writer', instead of ‘vanity author', how amazing that I can write what I want and when I want. I control when I put a book out, the cover design and the marketing, not easy but so rewarding in a multitude of ways.

For those dipping their toes in the water of indie writing, I have found one or two things that you must do without fail.

Firstly, once your book is finished polish it, leave it for a couple of weeks and then polish it again, but don’t waste the time in between, start on the next one.  You
must write even when your writing feels like the ravings of the village idiot. I have sat at the computer and the words have flowed out of me, head bent, fingers flying like Beethoven on crack, going great and on a roll. Then when I have read it back it has been utter tosh, nonsense and pathetic. Beware of this euphoric writing stage. The best stuff comes out slowly, and can feel like rolling a pea with your nose, but this is the good stuff, the vein of silver that you can follow and use.

Secondly, never rely on one book to make your name, we have all read tales of the first time author who writes one book and it takes off and rises like the Wily Coyote strapped to an Acme rocket.

These are the exception and not the rule, so write and keep going, don’t stop, don’t falter, this is a job and must be treated as such.

If all the stars align and people start to grab a copy of your first book, usually for free, and start to leave reviews, then tell them how grateful you are that they took the time to take a chance.

Readers are our life’s blood, without them we remain the man in the cave looking up at the passing starship, good readers will tell others about your books and word will slowly begin to spread.

For the indie writer there is no other way, we rely on others to help, we need their input, be it the boffins who invented the computer to the people at companies like Amazon who thought of the idea to help unknown writers and make money in the process. To the wonderful readers who simply love to read and tell you how much they enjoy what you do.

So don’t contemplate writing that novel, just get it done, it will be hard and infuriating at times but it will leave you invigorated and wanting more, and that’s a promise.

Right I’m off to the shed to see what’s brewing.

The Needle House is the first of the DS Lasser crime books

The West Pennine moors, endless miles of unspoilt, windswept beauty and a haven for the weekend walker and nature lover—and a killer.
Seventeen-year-old Jenna Fotheringay, a wannabe researcher, investigates the powerful landowners who once owned great swathes of the countryside, including the farm, she now calls home.
Amazon.UK | Amazon.com

At first, grandfather, Ronnie Fotheringay, is delighted author Patrick Fossey takes an interest in her findings but that’s until a body on the moors is discovered. He’s left wondering if it was a mistake to get the writer involved. Some history needs to stay buried after all.

DS Lasser is determined to dig deeper than Fossey and further than Jenna. But this is a town on the skids: no jobs, no money and no hope, and with secrets stretching back over four decades, blackmail and murder reaches out to ensnare the innocent as well as the guilty.

Thursday, 21 January 2016

How has it been for you? Free promo opportunity!

It’s been six years since I discovered the potential of epublishing, indeed it’s what launched my writing career, without Kindle, Nook and the others I’d still be subbing to agents and publishers, waiting for their reply, and subbing out again (because you couldn’t send multiple submissions, remember that?), they ruled the roost and what they wanted they got (well, most of the time).
So when epublishing launched I dived in and published Eden, followed by A Proper Charlie a few months later (these were the books I subbed to agents with no success). Eden swam immediately although A Proper Charlie often needs a float.

Over the following years I added Oh no, I’ve Fallen in Love!, Hunted and Scruffy Trainers.

Epublishing has brought many challenges; the biggest one being that it used to be the home of the slush pile (unwanted submissions to traditional publishing) but that’s all changed. Oh, you still get the odd piece of rubbish but it’s becoming harder and harder to distinguish between trads and epubbers.

Many traditionally published authors have seen the success of indie authors and jumped ship to become 'one of us’, and others, who have been signed, soon realise the grass isn’t always greener and come back.

But I’m glad I struggled in the early days. I’m glad I went through all the submissions and rejections. It made me analyse my work, made me see what worked and what didn’t. Made the thick, writer, skin grow.
Writing is bloody hard work! You won’t become a success overnight so don’t expect it (J.K Rowling and E L James’ ‘overnight’ success took many years), do expect to become many others things during your writing career. It isn't all about writing:

Promoter – no one knows about you or your book so you will need to promote it.
Financer – not only will you have to fund your own promotions, you'll need to pay for your own art work and  formatter—or learn how to do it yourself. And most importantly, pay for a good editor.

Agony aunt – you’ll need to console yourself when you receive bad reviews because no one else will care. Some will even revel in your pain.
Cheerleader – to spur yourself on when you hit rock bottom.

Social media guru – you’ll need to learn about Twitter, blogs and websites. They aren’t just for wasting time; they can be important promo vessels.

PA – all of the above combined.

Have a story about your epubbing journey? My blog is open to guest posts on this very subject. FREE promotion for you and your book. It's shared to over 200K followers (via Triberr) Email me on louisewise3(AT)ntlworld.com

Prostitutes are going missing.

Charlie, the wannabe journalist, is on the case.

A Proper Charlie

Is a nightmare a horrific dream

or is it reality trying to get your attention?

Oh no, I've Fallen in Love!

A downtrodden housewife gets her own back

and other stories.

Scruffy Trainers

Fly was an unwilling experiment and Jenny was marooned.

Both were destined to meet.


Events remind Jenny that the man she gave everything up for isn’t human,

and the place she calls home isn't Earth - the concluding part to Eden.

Hunted (sequel to Eden)

Friday, 8 January 2016

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and suffer, suffer, suffer @DivouxElisa

Look what I found! This biography-styled book is about a woman with time on her hands (kids all flown the nest) who felt she could 'make a difference'. At almost fifty, she packed her bags and travelled to the slums of India to do humanitarian work. She's seen it all, and written about her experiences in this amazing book called...

The Girl Who is Worth 100 Cows
Elisa Divoux

From a small village in the Sudan to the slums of Mumbai, this story is a remarkable chronicle of humanitarian service and insight into places hardly imaginable. What begins as a simple desire to give back through charitable work becomes a fascinating tale of places where life is a constant struggle, and of the people who inhabit them. This true story records the journey of Elisa as she sets out on her own to give something back to the world, and how that process changes the people she meets, and ultimately herself. 

Out in Kindle and Paperback!

Wanting to perform service at third world locations badly in need, she ends up spending half a year working in a hospital in a small village in South Sudan, followed by 8 months working in the slums of Mumbai.

This story delves deeply into the lives, situations, and thoughts of people living in conditions hard to imagine by those of us fortunate enough to have spent our lives in the comfort of western civilization. This is the story of many people and the incidents that happen along the way, some funny, some poignant, some tragic. On balance, though, it is a story of hope and the perseverance of the human spirit, and the joy and satisfaction that comes from helping those truly in need,

Originally chronicled in a blog written while she traveled, this book expands the blog by filling in details of the things that happened, background, new stories, and fascinating insight into the lives of the people she touched.

Sunday, 27 December 2015

Can a nerd become a hero? Find out in this #childrensbook SUPERNATURAL HERO!

Supernatural Hero (book one) 
Eran Gadot

Don't try to be someone else, be yourself!
Reading this book will make you see that being yourself is the only way for success, all you need is to believe.

Buy NOW!
 Andy is the nerd everyone makes fun of. He's really skinny, wears glasses and talks to himself, but he falls in love with the prettiest girl in the class. One day Grandpa dies and turns into a ghost. Then, Andy discovers a new power, he can see ghosts and talk to the dead. 

Join Andy's journey and find out how a nerd can become a hero. 

Supernatural hero is a great children's book with an outstanding story, for the whole family to enjoy. This book series will stay with you forever.

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