Saturday, March 17, 2018

Savvy Saturday: Character Profile of Dara from A Guardian's Heart

Half human (father), half dragon (mother)
Peasant, Bastard-born
Mother dead, father unknown—foster-raised,
no siblings
New Year’s Day
19 years
120 pounds
Gold with horizontal-slit pupils
Long, red, slightly wavy
Golden cast, with slight pattern of not-quite-scales visible
The Riverhead province of Arcadia, in the village for Safehold Keep near the foot of Mt. Aege (dormant volcano). Has lived there her whole life.
-Positive—courage, compassion, curiosity, willing to do whatever needs doing

-Negative—temper, holds a grudge, has a hard time following orders, self-doubt

-Disaffinity for animals (they sense her dragon blood=predator in their eyes)
Healer, warrior, fire mage
Iron poisoning (negates her powers)
Salamanders (fire elementals)
Blood torque possessed by the spirits of her dragon ancestors & a book of spells (written in blood by her dragon ancestors)
Onyx Isle, with a cave filled with all her dragon ancestors’ treasure
Triple-faced Goddess (maiden, mother, crone), under recent attack by followers of the One God
Matriarchal dragon family in patriarchal human kingdom
Neighboring kingdom of Westmarche invades Riverhead (fighting over water rights, using river to transport goods to the sea)
Count Jalad of Westmarche possessed by a demon no mortal can stand against
When Dara rescues a wounded warrior on the battlefield, she discovers Loren is the heir to the throne of the elven kingdom of Cymry. He takes her there to recruit aid in ousting the demon-possessed invader and restoring her king to his throne. She learns about her family history, who her real parents were.
Mortal vs. immortal, bastard peasant vs. royal prince

Excerpt from A Guardian's Heart:

The sun just kissed the horizon outside Dara’s windows when a knock sounded at the adjoining door. “Dara? Are you ready?” Loren called.

“’Course I’m not ready. Wait ’til you see what she stuffed me into this time.”

Verdeen opened the door and curtsied. “Highness.”

Loren entered. “Keeping Lady Dara out of trouble, Verdeen?”

“With great difficulty, Milord.” Verdeen shut the door.

He froze as he focused on Dara. Heat flared in his eyes. “Verdeen, await us downstairs.”

Verdeen curtsied again and showed herself out, shutting the door behind her.

Loren locked it.

Dara sucked in a startled breath. His gaze traveled down, then up again. Slowly. Possessively. Her body tingled at the frank desire on his face, and she rubbed her bare arms. “You’re staring. Don’t blame me for this.” His long silence unnerved her. “Say something.”

“I would, could I find words.” His hoarse voice sent a shiver down her spine. “Where is the rest of it?”

She rolled her eyes. “They carted it off to the stables for insect netting. ’Tis all they left me. I resemble a heathen idol, don’t I?”

“If you were, a thousand men would change their religion.” Catching the blasphemy, Loren made a sign of supplication to the Lady. “If you wanted our cause to be visible, you succeeded. Everyone shall wish to meet you. None shall even notice me.”

Dara snorted. “Doubtful. The wanderer returns heroic, covered in glory and still unwed. All noble mothers shall throw their daughters at your feet.”

“You are the only one I want, sassy, irreverent wench.” Loren stroked her glistening arm.

Want. Dara trembled and slid closer. She loved how his eyes darkened. How she tingled at the open appreciation and desire on his face. Other men had admired her, but not quite this way—with a knowing that saw her, not just the pretty packaging. Her pulse pounded in her throat as she traced his lips with her fingertips. He captured her wrist to place a burning kiss against her sensitive skin. Dara gasped in reaction, and his eyes blazed.

The blood shimmered in her veins. She’d give aught to have Loren look at her that way forever. “We should go—”

“In a moment.” He pulled her flush against him. “I would have you to myself…for a bit.”

The hard planes of his chest thrilled, and she softened against him. Here was where she wanted to be. He stroked a calloused hand down her bare back. She whimpered. “Careful, you’ll squash my flower.”

“I shall get you another one.” Loren nuzzled her hair aside to lip her ear, flicking his tongue against her neck, nipping her shoulder. “So beautiful and brave. I need to hold you…touch you…taste you.” His mouth captured hers, his tongue surging in to duel with hers.

Dara’s head spun at the sensuous strokes of his tongue, tasting rich male and hot, heady desire. Her skin prickled with awareness. She clung to him, overwhelmed by a storm of sensation. Her body awoke, alive with yearning. Everywhere he touched caught fire. She arched against him with a gasp as his hands lowered to cup her backside and haul her into a burning erection. Half shocked, half intrigued, she rubbed against the rigid shaft straining within his breeches. A deep inner ache that had naught to do with the iron poisoning tightened her womb. A disconcerting dampness slicked her inner thighs, and she whimpered and shook in his arms.

Loren caressed her backside and his wet, carnal kisses devoured her with a voracious hunger nigh approaching desperation.

Trembling, aflame, she clung to him as he crowded her against the hard door.

Door. Party.

She tore her mouth from his. “Loren, wait.”

“One moment.” He slid a hand under the material of her bodice and found her breast, tweaking her nipple into a point of hot need. “So soft, so strong…”

A flash of heat zinged down between her thighs, and her womb clenched. Between her quivering thighs, she felt herself soften and swell. A strange fluttering began, an overwhelming instinctive need to cradle him, move on him. Dara struggled to focus. “Loren, they await us.”

He groaned and drew back. Her body ached at the loss. Frustration glittered in his leaf-green eyes. “Forget the party. Stay here. Let me show you the stars. It shall be amazing between us.”

She should be outraged at the proposition, but, oh, how tempting that was. She bit her lip and squirmed, then frowned. “Your kin would notice. I’d not offend your grandparents. Asides, I’ve never seen fireworks afore.”

“We can be late. We shall make our own fireworks.” He cupped her breast again, swiped his thumb across her straining, sensitized nipple. “Deny you want this…want me… Please want me…”

She yelped at the shock and covered his mouth. “Don’t say another word. You could tempt a nun. Enough. Let’s go. If Sirona had to fetch us two nights in a row, we’d never hear the end of it.”

Grinning, he peeled her hand away and replaced the crushed flower from her bodice with a fresh one from the nearby vase. “A nun?”

Dara’s cheeks warmed anew as the cool water from the stem trickled down the heated skin of her belly.

A Guardian’s Heart
Guardians of Light, Book 1
Renee Wildes
High-Fantasy Romance
$ 3.99
Champagne Books

Strength can be drawn from pain…if the heart can heal faster than it bleeds.

Dara Khan Androcles was trained from childhood to be a healer. But as a demon-possessed invader threatens Safehold, and she defends a wounded warrior on the battlefield, her hidden inner dragon thirsts for blood.

When she lifts the warrior’s blond, blood-encrusted hair away from his ear, she discovers he is more than King Hengist’s outlander ally. He is an immortal. The elven heir to the throne of Cymry.

Loren ta Cedric senses something different about flame-haired, falcon-eyed woman who saves him. A healer, wreathed in raw, dark power, who wields knives with deadly skill. A mortal who prays to the Lady, not the human gods. Now he owes this thoroughly distracting female a Life-Debt. Which, in the heat of their flight to Loren’s homeland to raise an army, somehow becomes Lifemate.

Dragon-human and elf, peasant and prince—logic says they have no future. Yet the power of their unlikely bond could be the only thing that saves their world from a demon poised to tear it apart.

Saturday, March 10, 2018

Savvy Saturday: Best Crafts to Make With Books

Do you love books so much you want to decorate your life with them? Well here are a few crafts to integrate books into every part of your life!

Book Planter
Handy for your side table, your shelf, or a centerpiece--you won't regret making this adorable planter from old books, brought to you by Lindy at Cottage Hill.

Image from Cottage Hill Blog.

Book-Page Rose Wreath
Make this beautiful wreath completely out of book pages for your door. A lovely touch for any bookworm's home, and inexpensive to boot! This project is brought to you from By Stephanie Lynn.

Photo from By Stephanie Lynn.

Book Clock
Pretty, and functional. You'll still probably lose track of time while you're reading though. Still, making a clock out of a book seems like a great addition to your counter or office! This project's instructions are available from Claire Gallam on SheKnows.
Image from SheKnows.

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Savvy Saturday: Excerpt From Upcoming Book, Sun Catch Her, by Tiffany Sherman

Sun Catch Her is the first of a new fantasy series, Three Rivers Deep, brought to you by Tiffany J. Sherman. This book combines magic, the elements, and adventure to the point that I'd be surprised if you didn't visit her website to ask for book two! It is available for preorder now, and you can grab a copy at the Champagne Bookstore, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon so you won't forget later, and miss an opportunity to read this amazing story. To get you started, here is a sneak peek of this great new book!


“Aurora, you need to turn your attention to the sky again. You’re going to miss the best part.”

“What? Where?!” My eyes went wide, and I searched the heavens. “Where do I need to be looking?”

“Directly overhead.”

I snuck a quick peek at Micah when he stretched out an arm, his fingers positioned to resemble devil horns. Nice.


“Sorry, sorry! I’m watching.” My head tilted back.

The light originated from a single point, a rapid red glow that expanded in all directions as far as the eye could see. With the short, tragic lifespan of half a heartbeat, the crimson flash filled everything above in an instant, and then, it was gone.

“What was that?” I asked, still looking at the sky, now dark. “And where did it go so quickly?”

“A high-atmospheric electrical discharge. It’s called a lightning Sprite,” Micah informed me. “Keep watching. You haven’t seen the best part.”

My transformed eyes strained to catch a glimpse of what he was talking about. Out of the darkness a blood colored hue emerged. Slowly, it drifted down, soon making its way close enough for me to see individual specs. “It looks like red glitter!”

“It is aether, shaken loose from the skies.”

So falling aether. Still looked like red glitter to me. Millions upon millions of sparkly flakes shimmering against the night like flurries turned ruby. They swooped down upon us in wafting billows, dusting us. My breath caught as I watched Micah’s aura transform when it hit him. The aether intermingling with his aura flowed in thin rivulets that caressed his body to turn his aura brilliant, the white light of it tinted scarlet. He looked to be caught up in his own personal storm lingering on the edge of a vivid sunset, the red, twisted light of his aura writhing electrically in his hair, dancing over his skin.

“Aurora.” Micah’s eyes were fixed upon me as well.

He spoke my name with a reverence I had never heard another person use, and I made my way over to him on my hands and knees, blanket trailing. The fleece blanket slipped away to expose me to the chill.

“My sweet, sweet Aurora,” Micah whispered again, gaze going solemn. “You blaze as though your souls have been set on fire!”

“I want to touch you,” I murmured.

The light flowing around him changed color the closer I neared. What started out as red transitioned to orange, then bright orange, and now a brilliant yellow. The effect it had on him was indescribable, and now I understood why he’d given me the aether-woven dress. This was what he'd seen: my aura’s light changing color as the fabric pulsed against my skin in reaction to my emotions.

I was nearly to him when Micah wrapped his arms about himself. “You shouldn’t come any closer,” he protested, but I continued toward him anyway, only inches from his crossed legs now as his tinted aura changed to green. I could feel the electrical charge radiating from his skin. The air was sharp with its presence.

“Aurora,” Micah’s words came out ragged, torn. “Oh gods! All I want to be able to do is touch you!”

“Then do it.”

His gaze became desperate, and his fears tasted real, probably worrying about the time in the hospital when he had nearly electrocuted me. I wanted to believe his fears were unfounded. You’re so much older now. You are in control.

About the Author

Tiffany J. Sherman wears many hats: Author, Artist, Christmas ornament and cat tree maker...

A lot of her female characters tend to be firecrackers each in their own way; some harmlessly pop, snap and glitter, while others will blow your entire arm off! Tiffany spent her teenage years as a “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” and “Xena Warrior Princess” diehard, and her tendency for writing spunky, cheeky young women tends to reflect that.

"It is my hope that Three Rivers Deep embraces you, lifts you above your everyday circumstances. I hope Aurora and the gang can help you escape boredom, anxiety, hurt, loss. Whatever your situation, whatever your reason for reading, allow me to whisk you away!"

Head on over to for regular book updates and music! Continue that post-story afterglow with the Three Rivers Deep playlist, music videos and more!

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Tattle & Wrye column March 2018 edition

From the desk of ~


“Howdy, ma’am." Wrye appears in a Stetson hat and cowboy chaps. “Mind if I escort you on a Love of Literature Review?”

“You sure can,” Tattle returns, tying the ribbons of her bonnet. “I’m about as ready as I’m ever gonna be. By the way, where do cowboys cook their meals?”

“Why on the range, ma’am,” chuckles Wrye as he crooks his arm.

Tattle takes it as they jump into UNDER A CALICO MOON (Calico Brides Book 2) by Ellie Lynn.

UNDER A CALICO MOON – Historical Romance

Chet Bowman had been through six months of sorrow and solitude, having lost his brother to an unrighteous hanging. Finally, he begins to rebuild his ranch life, hiring a lovable cook, Palomino Pete and courting the independent and beautiful Lil Kersey. Despite being the owner of the local saloon, she is a lovely lady, respected by all. 

Chet’s life is finally on the mend when strange events begin to occur, starting with small disturbances on his ranch that soon escalate into violence. While on his porch, Lil is grazed by a bullet they assume had been meant for Chet. Then, Lady Gray, a mount Chet bought for Lil ends up purposefully injured. This is just the beginning. Being a man in good standing, none can figure out who’d have a vendetta against Chet. The mystery soon begins to unravel as locals realize a past menacing rival is back in town. Austin Riley, the previous marshal, who had deliberately had Chet’s brother hanged,  tried to do the same to the current marshal, Matt, and nearly raped Lil’s best friend, Amy, was back in town with a grudge.

Soon, he kidnaps Lil and when she takes ill from heat exhaustion, he snatches Doc Harvey Witmer to treat her. A posse is formed to find Austin Riley as well as Lil and the Doc. However, it all comes to a thunderous and lethal conclusion at Riley’s encampment.

“Wow, that was a fun, quick and exhilarating read. Much like riding a bronco that is barely tamed.” Wyre winks and tips his hat at Ellie Lynn. “Great job! Chet is a man’s hero, while Lil is the town girl every cowboy wants to call his lady. This is the old west just the way I like it, thrilling, cut-throat yet gilded with honor and loyalty. Since it is book two, I assume, since I hadn’t read the first book in the series, there were references to book one, but UNDER A CALICO MOON can be totally read as a stand-alone. I especially liked how the characters and their inner voices were true to the historical western. The dialogue was on target with enough idioms to bring me fully into the story. A very nice touch to realism. Way to go! Now, it’s time to read the other books in the series. Yee haw!”

“I enjoyed the tightness of Ellie Lynn’s storyline and the clean, precise prose that kept the pacing perfect.  This wonderfully sweet romance had just enough passion to have sizzle but not overpower the plot. Austin Riley was a creepozoid I loved hating, and his men were true ole west scum. Since I am an old time TV fan, I happily noted a genuine nod to the Gunsmoke and Bonanza universe. I haven’t read an historical western in ages, and this one has me hooked. I enjoyed the initial mystery, wondering what was happening at the Bowman ranch, and then the steady unfolding of peril. I also enjoyed the tender romance between Chet and Lil that made Lil’s kidnapping all the more harrowing. I cared about what happened to these characters, even the secondary ones.  Ellie did a fabulous job bringing the frontier to life. As Wrye said, can’t wait to dig into the series. I’m a fan! My suggestion is to start with book one and read them all.”

Until next time, keep reading CBG books!

Books by: Vixen Bright and Zachary Zane

Saturday, February 24, 2018

Savvy Saturday: Meet us at BABIT!

In case you didn't know, Champagne Book Group is going to have a table at Books are Bigger in Texas this year! On March 10th, hop on over to Houston, Texas in the The 1940 Air Terminal Museum and browse through the tables on your way to visit us. We have a pretty good lineup of books for purchase at our table this year. Take a look:

Love on Longboat Key - Over Christmas break, a sweet but shy copywriter must fight off her aggressive boss to win the heart of the CEO's son.

Unbalanced - The Order, more violent than any regime, more secret than any society, and more ruthless than any empire is on the hunt again.

Traitor Knight - Morgan McRobbie will do anything to protect the kingdom of Kilbourne. Even betray it.

Hidden - Cursed since birth, hunted by gods, and desperate for love—she never stood a chance.

Claimed - An incubus must steal a one-of-a-kind crystal or walk away from it and the woman he loves.

Salvaged - The discovery of a submerged Model T blurs the line between dream and reality, exposing a young scuba diver's past and threatening her future.

Courageous Cain - When Josie is stalked by a serial killer, she turns his own weapon against him—a huge dog trained to kill.

Angels of the Night: Divinity - With her entire world shaken to the core, Allison puts her faith, and her heart, in the hands of the one she fears most.

Kiss Me - Falling for the cop who wrote her a speeding ticket and dated her spoiled stepsister throws Lacy Goodlow’s world into chaos, but ignoring her heart to keep the peace is not an option.

Highland Captive - Can a captive escape when love claims her heart?

Blood on the Moon - To save the lives of those she loves, a sexy tomb raider reunites with a charismatic ex-lover to find an ancient weapon with a taste for human blood.

Curse Me Not - Gifted with the rare ability to lift revenge curses, Southern unsophisticate Elzetta Swan’s trendy new life is threatened and the hallelujah hankering she’s formed for the most unlikeliest of men could create a vengeful rage all her own.

Instinct - When war erupts among the Shadow creatures, can enemies become allies?

Kindred - Can Rion protect the woman he loves and bind Alana as his Kindred before it’s too late?

To Ruin a Rake - Remaining true to a dead saint is nowhere near as satisfying as succumbing to the touch of a dedicated sinner...

Smile and Walk Away - Detective Duran thinks he’s searching for a missing woman. Little does he know he’s actually pursuing the last remaining evidence of a CIA cover up.

Already bought all the print books you can handle? Ask our Booth Queen, Kylee, how you can buy it as an ebook right there at the convention! 

Our authors have been so proactive for this convention. They've been sending in swag by the boxful, and we can't wait to give it out! We have goodies form Faith Cameron, Ivy Keating, Hannah McKee, Amy McKinley, and more.

Grab your tickets now! Then, when you are there, make sure to stop by, say hello, grab some awesome swag, and maybe even a book or two.

Saturday, February 17, 2018

Savvy Saturday: Exclusive excerpt from Storm Child

Storm Child, the sequel to K.M. Tolan's popular book, Tracks, is just as packed with adventure,
friendship, good guys, and baddies as it's predecessor. Take a look at this action packed excerpt, and then find out what happens when you buy the book!


He smoothly placed his hat over his heart and executed a courtly bow. “Marshal Leon Smith at your service, little lady. Folks just call me Marshal. Whom do I have the honor of addressing?”

He talked like nobility, or at least how she guessed a rail baron might sound. She would’ve forgotten the company he kept if it weren’t for the pearl-handled pistol shoved into a holster below the Marshal’s vest. Maybe he needed it to keep them under control. “I’m…R-Red,” she stammered.

“Isn’t that a fine name.” He swept the ends of his fingers along the bowler’s brim to fix the hat atop a high forehead. He inclined his head toward the other dour faces. “Don’t you mind my deputies, honey. We’re Pinkertons. The good guys.”

“They’re yegg,” she said with a shake of her head. “I can tell.”

“Firm hands on the tiller of justice,” he assured with a smile. Marshal pulled a yellow paper from inside his vest and unfolded it. “Rare to find one of your kind out by herself. That train over there yours, Red?”

She nodded. “Circus train. Tommy Tricks is the engine.” She gave Law Keeper a sidelong glance. “Tommy’s nicer than yours.”

“Well, this fellow we’re after likes circuses too. Heard he ran off with one.” The marshal spread the paper out before her. “This is a very bad man, sweetheart. A wanted killer. Look familiar to you?”

The breath squeezed from her. Red stared at the inked likeness, her jaw sagging. Big Mike.

The marshal regarded his deputies, his voice lowering as he said, “I’d say we found our man, gentlemen.”

Yelping, she raced back down the tracks as fast as she could. She broke into the caboose on a gust of wind, sending cards fluttering about the room. “Big Mike!” She gasped over Max’s surprised shout. “A man’s coming after you with a bunch of yegg. He’s right behind me. Got a pearly gun and snake boots.”

Surprisingly, the conductor knew whom she talked about. “Massasauga Smith,” Max spat. He rummaged in his desk. “ BM, you gotta get out of here. I’ve got some money in the drawer—”

“No,” the yegg interrupted, slamming a fist on the table hard enough to scatter the bottle caps they used as poker chips. “Ain’t gonna leave. Ain’t gonna join’ em likes they wanted Big Mike to do.”

Red whined in exasperation. “You didn’t really kill anyone, did you?”

The roustabout hitched up his suspenders and grinned at her. “Didn’t mean to. Big Mike just thumped too hard. Don’t want no badge.”

“Those men asked you to join them?”

“Wouldn’t really call it asking.” Max rubbed the back of his neck. “You can’t make a stand, Big Mike. Not against pistols. Not against the likes of Massasauga Smith.”

The large man pulled a red fire ax from hooks over the rear door. Dark smoky tendrils oozed from his eyes. “Big Mike gots Red.”

“What am I supposed to do?” she cried, following him out the front door.

He kicked at the ballast and swung the axe as if it were a marching baton. “You gonna let’ em take Big Mike away, Red?”

The question dragged itself over the red coals of hurtful memories. The seething black fog enveloping Big Mike’s body reached deep within her. Rage lifted Red into the sky in front of him. An unrelenting anger brought bright flashes to her eyes and transformed her hair in a crackling blue nimbus.

“They’re not taking you from me,” she thundered. Nobody’s going to do that to me again. Ever.

~Find out what happens next in Storm Child~

Storm Child is available on Amazon, Kobo, at Barnes & Noble, and at the Champagne Bookstore.

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Savvy Saturday: An Interview with E. Jourdan Lewis

E. Jourdan Lewis is a new author with Champagne Book Group, and with her new book, Rush, out, we thought it would be fun to introduce her and learn a bit more about how she became a writer. Let's welcome, E. Jourdan Lewis!

1. When and why did you begin writing?

I wrote my first story in the 3rd grade. I loved to read and wanted to become an author. For career day that year I showed up dressed as myself. As an eight-year-old I believed I was already an author and didn’t need anything but a pencil.

2. Tell us your latest news.

I am currently writing two books at the same time. I don’t recommend it! However, it’s going fairly well and I hope to have one of them sent out into the world soon.

3. When did you first consider yourself a writer?

In one part of my mind I always considered my true self to be a writer. The world convinced me I had to be something else to make a living. Around the age of sixteen I thought well, I’m a writer but I’ll just keep that a secret. It wasn’t until I turned twenty-two that I began saying “I’m a writer but my day job…” Now, much later I just go ahead and proudly say: “I’m an author. Please buy my books.”

4. Do you have a specific writing style?

I would say my specific writing style would be to use as many of the six senses as possible in descriptions. I don’t want my main character to only see their surroundings but to be immersed in them. Smell is a big one for me. The smallest scent can bring forth a dream, memory, or an idea. I know I said six senses up there. Haha! However, I do consider emotions and the inner spirit to be the sixth sense I always include.

5. How did you come up with the title?

A little too easily. My title the name of my main character.

6. Is there a message in your novel you want readers to grasp?

The biggest message I would like for my readers to grasp is that family’s come in all shapes and sizes. We are all born into a one biologically but it’s the people we choose to hold onto who truly become our family.

7. Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Action scenes! It’s like choreographing a violent dance. I’m a terrible choreographer. I always have a handful of people read over my action scenes to ensure the picture is clear and gripping.

8. What was the hardest part of writing your book?

The hardest part of writing my book was discovering I may not always agree with what my characters want or believe. I had to allow them room to breathe and grow. For me, Noor had to endure the biggest transformation. I had to go through a similar one at his age. It was interesting to relive it through him.

9. Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

My interest in writing stemmed from my love of reading. The book series Amber Brown, sticks out to me as a book I felt I could have written. I was only nine when I read the series but I couldn’t help but believe I could do it. A little big for my britches, I know. Haha.

10. Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

While writing this book I started to get in a hurry. When I hurry, the story suffers. It usually gets me stuck into a corner I can’t find my way out of and I start to panic. I learned a huge lesson about slowing down and allowing the story to flow out of me. Also, it’s okay to set the book down and walk away for a few days or even a week. Rest is important for the creative brain.

11. Do you have any advice for other writers?

The hardest part is to just sit down and do it. For real, “butt in chair” is where it all begins. If you have a story in your head just write it. Don’t worry if it’s good enough or if you’re good enough. If you want to be a writer and you have something written down, congratulations: You’re one of us.

12. Do you have anything specific you want to say to your readers?

Thank you. Thank you for reading my words. I hope you enjoyed them.

13. What inspired you to write your first book?

I was obsessed with World War II when I was about twelve. I tried to write many books where young girls were hiding from Germans. I didn’t know what I was doing but I tried. I only ever got two or three pages in before I realized the book had to be more than just my characters huddled in attics with little food.

14. Can you share a little of your current work with us?

I’m working on two books at the same time right now. I wouldn’t recommend it. Haha. One of them is a fantasy middle grade about Peter Pan’s great granddaughter, Lucy. Neverland has called Lucy to restore the magic and become the next Pan. The story is a small step away from the original Peter Pan, but it’s equally magical and creative. I’m very excited about it.

15. Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

Both. I have a very strange habit of insetting my sister into each of my books. She’s a massive exclamation point. In Rush, Estelle, is a small representation of my sister. My sister struggled for years with an eating disorder. When she was sick she wasn’t always kind even when she loved a person.

I love to use daily conversations and moments that I have in my writing. A few key moments in the book are straight out of my own life or something I have said. I have a very long fuse when it comes to anger. When I get upset it’s a small explosion. I used this with Rush. He has a long fuse and it fizzles quickly.

About the Author:

E Jourdan Lewis was born in raised in Boerne, Texas. She loves the quiet life in her small town and enjoys spending time with her family and close friends. She is a serious Disney Fanatic and her entire life revolves around stories of all kinds. She is a part-time writer, part-time YouTuber, and full-time mother to her Malti-Poo Minnie. Rush is her first novel with many more to come.