Saturday, April 30, 2016

"Christine Young’s ALLURA is a delightful historical novel full of suspense, lovable characters, humor and a budding romance between two characters determined not to fall in love." ALLURA BY CHRISTINE YOUNG NEW ON KINDLE UNLIMITED



Christine Young
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 4

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REVIEW: 
Title: Allura Genre: Historical Author: Christine Young 
Reviewer: Chrissy Dionne Reviewer Email: RJChrissyDionne@yahoo.com 

Christine Young’s ALLURA is a delightful historical novel full of suspense, lovable characters, humor and a budding romance between two characters determined not to fall in love. Allura and Hunter’s stubborn, determined natures allowed for some interesting scenes as they attempted to get one up on each other. As a modern day woman I felt bad for Allura because technically her husband would dictate every aspect of her life and the freedom she loves would be a thing of the past. Hunter is unbending as far as to how he believes a wife should behave but falling in love changes him and his perception of Allura. Hunter and Allura are the main focus of this story but there are secondary characters whom I absolutely adored and would love to revisit in future novels (hint, hint). Especially the youngest sister Aiden and Hunter’s trusted friend Blade. He doesn’t believe in love and she’s determined to do whatever’s necessary to get him to notice her. SNIPPET— Allura has come to treasure her freedom and the adventures she shares with her sisters and her cousins but her father’s decision to find her a husband threatens that freedom. He’s placed an ad in the times in search of a man strong and smart enough to discover where exactly it is that the girls venture when they leave the safety of the castle.

BLURB: 

Allura McClellan is horrified by her father’s decision to take out an ad in the Times awarding her to the man strong enough and smart enough to win her hand and uncover her secrets. She’s an intelligent young woman who takes great delight in the freedom allotted to her by her father. She’s well aware that marriage would effectively curtail the adventures she’s shared with her sisters and cousins.

Hunter Gray is nothing like the other men who’ve arrived to vie for Allura’s hand in marriage and everything that goes along with it. However, he is the first to refuse to concede defeat and pursue her despite her attempts to disguise her true appearance. It’s her temperament that is of more concern to him than her looks. Hunter has worked all his life with the hope of someday owning his own land. Now that it looks like there’s a very real possibility that everything he’s ever wanted is within reach nothing is going to deter him – including Miss Allura’s disagreeable disposition.


Eddington, Scotland 1815

"You can’t plan to wed me to that--that man down there!" Allura McClellan’s heart thundered and lodged in her throat. Balled into fists her hands trembled. "You promised I could marry for love. I thought when the last man failed to discover this imaginary secret you think I have, you would stop this craziness. I thought you would take the ad out of the Times and the other papers."

From the boxing ring below, fist met flesh, the sound echoing throughout. Hunter Gray whirled and ducked. He guarded his face to block the stinging blows his opponent rained down upon him. He spun and ducked again. The man he fought countered the attack, but he did not move fast enough. Hunter’s next jab was so fast and so hard the other man didn’t block the punch. The man staggered backwards, blood running from his eye. Men yelled and cheered for the two combatants. Hunter paused and spoke to the man he practiced with before the match continued once more.

Allura saw her life as she had planned it slip away as if it was grains of sand in an hour glass. She stopped pacing and watched the men below. She turned on her father. "The ad in the Times--giving me away to any man--you have gone too far. A marriage of convenience is barbaric. You promised." For a moment, she closed her eyes. She did not want to acknowledge anything that went on here. It was not her fault she could not find a man she loved. What horrific bit of bad luck had found her?

The laird cleared his throat. "Perhaps I have not gone far enough or soon enough. And the ad did not promise you to just any man. He must be strong enough and smart enough to win your hand."

It was not Allura’s nature to allow others to rule her fate. “These men,” she waved her hand in the air, frustration sweeping recklessly within. "They don’t want me. They come for one reason only. They are greedy and hungry for power. You have taught me everything I need to know. I can run your estate and all of your holdings. I’ve studied endless hours. I know the men who work for you. I swear I’ll defy your wishes. At the altar I will say no."

The McClellan’s grin faded as quickly as it had appeared and without further thought, he said, "Perhaps not, you are beautiful lass--one with rare promise. And," he stroked his chin, "no matter how much book learning a woman has she cannot dictate her own life. It is up to the men in her life to make sure she is happy and provided for."

A strained silence followed. She sagged against the stone wall. As if sensing her vulnerable position, she stiffened. Outraged and furious she looked upon her father. "They are money grubbers and want your land--our land. They have no right to any of your estate."

The McClellan held back for a moment, seemingly aware there was more than just a little truth in what Allura said. "How indeed?" he questioned her. Yet his smile was tight, forced. "I grow old. I only want this land secured and my daughters happy before I die. You are twenty-two. I have given you ample opportunity to fall in love. I thought it time to bring new blood to this land, a new man. I thought perhaps one would take your fancy."

"That man," she began. Her hand shook when she pointed at the man who danced and whirled avoiding each blow as if he dallied in child's play. She trembled so violently she could not speak. “Is an Englishman.”


Friday, April 29, 2016

"Catching Meara is a superbly written mystery that draws readers in and makes them a part of the team." CATCHING MEARA BY CHRISTINE NEW ON KINDLE UNLIMITED





Author: Christine Young
Genre: Erotic Romance
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 5


10% of all profits from this book goes to the World Wildlife Federation to help save endangered species.

BLURB:
Meara Thorton was a feisty, world-class computer hacker—cornered by the FBI and shockingly given the chance to be their newly acquired technical analyst.  Brilliant and intuitive, yet aching with the loss of everyone she has cared about, her restless heart led her to discover a love she fought and a world she didn't know could possibly exist.

Jace McKenna was an enigma, a loner, impossibly handsome, sincere and committed. The Apache shapeshifter blood running through his veins burned hotter than the blistering Sierra Madre sun. Jace knew the moment he caught Meara's scent she was his for eternity.

Review:

Delane of Coffee Time Romance & More says:

"Catching Meara is a superbly written mystery that draws readers in and makes them a part of the team. The characters are vivid and provide a perfect canvas for the life of a unique team that catches some truly nasty villains. Ms. Young provides a perfect blend of paranormal, mystery and romance providing the reader an entertaining adventure."
Rating: 4 cups out of 5

REVIEW:

Manic Reader Review
Rating:  4 1/2 stars out of 5
Reviewer: Alberta
Review:

Meara is a loner, content to spend time with her computers, without the bother of having too many people around her. When she turns from hacker to government computer specialist, she meets Jace, who knows she is his mate, but all he has to do is tell her he is a panther shape shifter and that she is destined to be his.

There is a lot of dodging bad guys, dodging another shape shifter, and trying to keep secrets from each other. In the end, Catching Meara is pretty entertaining, and I liked both characters, despite Meara’s dysfunctional personality.


EXCERPT:

Meara had been seconds from revelation, mere seconds. Now quivering with terror, she huddled in the corner of her electrified office while lights flashed and popped all around her, knowing there was no where to run. Monitors flashed and burst, exploding and sending shards of liquid fire into the air. A cop entered the small room, his arms stretched forward, gun in both hands and a flashlight on top of his gun.

Three more cops followed behind. No, they were government agents. The logo printed in white across their chest announced their profession.

Bright lights swept the room in a slow steady arc, searching for her. Finally resting on her face, she shielded her eyes. Smoke from the crucified computers filled the cubicle, making the agents choke. Sweat from fear beaded on her forehead, and her heart lurched to her throat. She closed her hands over her heart as if she could slow the furious beating.

"Hewitt, check this out. There might be more than this one. Barrister go search through the other rooms."

"Right, McKenna."

"My name is Jace McKenna," the man said as he approached cautiously, kicking debris from under foot until he stood above her. "Put your hands in the air."

His voice held so much authority and sounded so calm. For a moment she thought he meant to reassure then she remembered she was his prisoner. Well, she would be as soon as she complied with his demands.

Jace appeared dark, dangerous, handsome and tall, she noted at first. Very tall, which was hard to miss, since she was skinny and short. His eyes were an amber color with a hint of green. He towered over her. Beneath the deceiving bulkiness of his bulletproof vest, she observed next, his shoulders were very broad, and though his hips were lean, his thighs, tightly hugged by his jeans, were muscled and powerful.

His hair was blacker than the midnight sky, nearly indigo with its sheen, his amber eyes were cast into a rugged face that appeared naturally tanned. He was probably somewhere in his late twenties or early thirties. He seemed fierce, alive with a striking tension and a volatile energy that seemed to exude from him.

Shaking, sweat dripping down her face, Meara slowly raised her trembling arms. "D-don't shoot--me, please" She heard the pathetic whimper in her voice as she blinked the stinging sweat from her eyes where it melded with her mascara. Her heart pounded so hard against her chest she was sure it would burst through her ribs.

"Stand up, slowly." He swept the flashlight as well as the gun up and down the length of her body, which had been curled into a tight fetal position.

Rising to her feet, she leaned against the wall behind her, trying to keep her hands up and not fall flat on her face. She wiggled her butt against the wall and inched her way to a standing position. Her life flashed in front of her in a series of leaps and bounds until she saw the faces of her parents.

"Do as he says," they whispered. "Everything will turn out fine. You'll see. We love you." Then, just as they appeared, they vanished.

Their faces faded into the smoke and flashing lights. Her eyes open wide, she gazed at her enemy--her jailor. The man who was here to arrest her. Mind games, or was it mind think that her parents used to play with her, teaching her to communicate through thoughts instead of words. She focused on his brain, sending out feelers, trying to read his thoughts and trying to tell him she was no threat.

The next moment he was beside her, grasping one of her arms, and in one swift move he had turned her, both hands were behind her back and handcuffed. Her breath stopped for a moment. The movement had been so sudden she was thrown against the wall. Her face flattened on the smooth surface. Yet she was glad for that because the impact brought her back to the reality of this moment. Her mind cleared for a brief second. For courage she inhaled a swift deep breath.







Thursday, April 28, 2016

IT'S CHECK IN AND SHARE DAY





It's Check In Day.


Time to pay the piper! How did you do? How much did you write? Did words explode on your WIP?

This is the Rogue's Angels weekly check-in. Every Thursday we encourage the Angels and visitors to let us know how their writing is going.

How well are you doing?

Had problems this week? That's ok. Just sit down this coming week and write. Whatever you do, don't let difficulties from the week before get in your way this week.

Every word is one word closer to the finished product.

I've been working on Sweet Surrender. The weekend proved formidable so didn't get a great start. My goal is 500 words a day Not a lot but movement forward is always good.  This week I wrote 5,172 words. Very happy since I beat my goal and my personal best for this novel. Still shooting for 3,500 words next week

How was your week?

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Rogue's Angels Present: Fibers by Jennifer-Crystal Johnson

Please welcome Jennifer-Crystal Johnson author of Fibers.


The author will be awarding a $10 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Fibers
by Jennifer-Crystal Johnson

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GENRE: Science Fiction

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INTERVIEW:

First of all, let me just say thank you so much for the opportunity to share some of my thoughts with you and your readers! It’s fantastic to be here and I appreciate the opportunity to share some of my thoughts.

I’ve been writing for so long that I can’t remember how it started. I was working on my first musical compositions by age eight and writing my first fictional story by the time I was nine or ten. Writing has always been important to me – as has reading – and if you ask my parents, they’ll tell you that I didn’t read books as a kid; I “ate” them! Bookworm, literally, right? I would just have an idea and start writing... that was pretty much it. None of my younger works were ever finished, but that’s beside the point ;). I will say that if it hadn’t been for my parents’ unwavering support of my talents and inclinations, I probably would have given up on these dreams a long time ago.

2. What elements are necessary components for this genre?

Science fiction can have so many varying components that it’s ridiculous! While some sci-fi may focus on technology, other sci-fi may focus on space, time, or interdimensional travel, and still other sci-fi may focus on mysterious illnesses or “miraculous” brain-boosting drugs. No matter what the case, I love the way the genre stretches the possibilities and can sometimes “predict” what we may see or have in the future. For example, when Star Trek first began, who knew that cell phones and touchscreen tablets would actually exist? The imagination is limitless, and I love that sci-fi allows for the exploration of that boundless resource.

3. How did you come up with your idea for your novel?

Morgellons disease was something I came across randomly online. I was researching cryptozoology or something about creatures and got sucked into one of those YouTube binge-watching sessions where you just kind of click on whatever looks interesting next and run with it. Next thing I knew, I was learning about a mysterious condition that has no cure and is riddled with conspiracy theories trying to explain what’s going on. An idea began to form=).

I’ve always been fascinated with the idea of other dimensions, so I wanted to incorporate that concept, and then a friend told me to look up shadow people, which is a phenomenon associated with sleep paralysis – one of the scary elements of my novel. After that, my brain started working out a general plot and I started writing, unsure of how I was going to get a whole novel out but looking forward to the process. It was intimidating and daunting at times, which is why it took me almost five years to get it all out, but I had a lot of support and encouragement, and especially over the last year I had two other creatives who helped me hammer out the details and encouraged me to keep going when I needed it.

4. What expertise did you bring to your writing?

I’ve been writing for a long time, and in recent years, I’ve been working as an independent editor and publisher as well. I think all that experience helped me to maintain confidence in my work as I went through all of the revisions, which totaled about 12, not including the final edit. As far as life experiences go, I have enough to write several memoirs already! From moving around every couple of years as a kid to witnessing shootings, being in a domestic violence marriage and leaving, road trips across the country for various reasons, having three kids as a broke single mother, and still trying to follow my dreams and help as many people along the way as I can... let’s just say I could tell you some stories =). The more experiences a person has, the better those emotions translate into a work of fiction, and I certainly hope that’s the case with Fibers.

One example I can give is that shortly before my final revision of the book, a friend whom I’d known for almost seven years was on his way here with a couple of his friends from across the US. Unfortunately, they got into a car accident and he was killed. Once I experienced the loss of someone close to me, I realized as I went through the final revisions that my main character was not showing grief like she should have been. That experience – as difficult as it has been – allowed me to see flaws in my character development that I never would have realized otherwise. RIP, David – we’ll never forget you.

5. What would you want your readers to know about you that might not be in your bio?

Oh, gosh... I think most of all I would want my readers to know that I’m just an ordinary person trying to follow my bliss. And I love wine. And I have my issues, like anyone else =). But anytime someone is in need or asks for my help, I will do whatever I can, even if it’s as simple as being there to listen. That’s just how I am.

6. As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans?

I plan to be doing this for a long time! The trilogy needs to be finished, and then I have another idea for a series, which I’m super excited about. I also have another idea for a novel, which may or may not change into a trilogy or series, and then we’ll see.... As long as I keep having ideas, I’ll keep writing.

7. If you could be one of the characters from this book, who would it be and why?

Funny you should ask because two of the characters are based on different aspects of my own personality... tweaked a little, of course, but based on me. Some of my friends who have read the book could tell that immediately, while others had no idea, but I’m still pretty new to this whole character development thing, so I wanted it to come naturally. As my writing progresses and I learn more, I’m sure my characters will be further removed from me, but they say that someone’s first novel reveals a great deal about the author. I can understand why.

8. Can you give us a sneak peek into this book?

An excerpt from chapter two:

Anna’s mind drifted as she tried to fall asleep that night. She was acutely aware of her crawling skin and its various open sores. She felt itchy all over. Between that and her brain refusing to shut up, she wasn’t sure how long she’d be awake.
She must’ve laid there for a good hour before she got up and started pacing. She wondered if they would give her some sleeping pills so she could just pass out. Her forearms itched and she rubbed them delicately, careful not to hurt herself more.
As she ran her hand down her arm, her fingers caught on something. There was a new clump of fibers protruding, and it felt like there was some kind of lump underneath her skin.
“Great,” she mumbled. Looking at her arm in the dim light coming from the window, she started pulling gently at the fibers, hoping to pull at least some of the mess out of her arm. They were still pretty stuck. She would have to wait until her body pushed them out more.
She sighed as she sat down on the bed, a weird feeling of being watched washing over her. The room was dark, so she couldn’t be sure of anything. Shadows always played weird tricks on her, especially after she’d started seeing moving ones, and she’d asked herself a million times if she was perceiving them more often simply because she thought she’d seen them before. It was a vicious cycle.
Unsure of what else to do, she lay back on her bed and closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing. The feeling of being watched grew stronger as she tried to relax, and a knot began to form in her stomach. The bridge of her nose tickled the way it does when someone is really close but not quite touching it.
She opened her eyes quickly and saw a black shadowy silhouette floating just inches above her. Her eyes widened and she stayed quiet, but fear gripped her with its icy fingers and she felt paralyzed as her breathing became ragged. The shadow above her looked like a face, but not entirely human. Its eyes glowed a dim red and it was staring directly into her eyes. She couldn’t make out any distinct facial features, so she focused on her breathing... and not having a heart attack.
After what seemed like an eternity of being unable to move, Anna squeezed her eyes shut and mumbled, “You’re not real, you’re not real, you’re not real....”
She opened her eyes and there was nothing there.

9. Do you belong to a critique group? If so how does this help or hinder your writing?

I’ve belonged to a number of critique groups over the years, online as well as offline, but it doesn’t jive well with me for some reason. In my experience, people tend to lean toward one extreme or another when giving feedback. For example, they may tell you they don’t like how you wrote something but then they won’t tell you what you can do to improve, which to me says they just wanted to insult you but sound legitimate while doing so. Another example is that they may tell you they love your work but be unable or unwilling to share why – so either they don’t know how to articulate it or they’re lying. I’ve also come across the “literary snob” types who don’t generally care about the story or the idea but like to pick apart the writing style until it sounds – tada! – just like their own ;).

I have a few trusted people who are willing to devote some time to giving me feedback – good or bad – on a very constructive basis. This one-on-one critique style suits me much better than going through a group, although groups can be fun, effective, and very educational if no one takes themselves too seriously ;).

10. When did you first decide to submit your work? Please tell us what or who encouraged you to take this big step?

I self-published this book as well as most of my previous books because my first book ever was a novella published by PublishAmerica (yuck – please note that this company is on the Writer Beware list). While my experience with them wasn’t horrible, it wasn’t great, either, and one of the things that bothered me most was that they were charging $16.95 for a 111-page book, and that was almost 12 years ago. No wonder it didn’t sell! Since I’d already been publishing myself and others since 2010, I decided I would just do it this way and invest in my own marketing to see what happens. My book is kind of a guinea pig right now =).

11. What is the best and worst advice you ever received? (regarding writing or publishing)

The best advice I’ve heard about writing is to just get the first draft done. You can go on and on or, if you’re like me, have some key elements that are missing, but all of that can be fleshed out during the revision process. Oftentimes it’s that first draft that seems so daunting, so once you get that out of your head and onto paper (or the screen), the rest of the process becomes easier.

The worst advice – probably because every time I’ve heard it, it’s come from someone who thought they were better than everyone else – is, “show, don’t tell,” but then no one ever seems to be able to explain how to do that. I learn better with examples, so it may have just been a clash of learning/teaching styles, but I absolutely can’t stand it when someone tries to give you advice but then the how-to aspect for improvement is missing or glossed over with pretty words that don’t tell you much for practical application. I guess I just like it when people are able to explain things well... in which case, for teaching and critiquing purposes, you want to tell, not show, right? ;)

12. Do you outline your books or just start writing?

I started writing Fibers without an outline, just with a general idea bouncing around my head for a few months. As the story wore on and I wanted everything to tie together and make sense, I really wished that I’d taken some time to flesh out the details in an outline instead of just running with it, so next time I’m definitely working on an outline first.

13. How do you maintain your creativity?

Wine... brainstorming sessions... freewriting... journaling... writing prompts and exercises... talking about WIP’s with other authors. I have a couple of trusted friends who are highly creative and helped me work out the details of Fibers, and those same friends are the people I turn to in order to get the creative juices flowing. I write down every idea I have, and it’s almost a guarantee that once I sit down and start freewriting or generating ideas surrounding the concept, my creativity just flows and it’s exciting and feels amazing. That doesn’t just happen with fiction, either... developing any idea usually starts with writing down the basics, letting it bounce around in my brain for a while, talking about it, and then asking, “what if?”

14. Who is your favorite character in the book? Can you tell us why?

My favorite character is probably Andrew Peterson. Though he isn’t the one with Morgellons, he does face a number of challenges and has to overcome a lot on a personal level throughout this book, especially when it comes to his relationships, past and present. Then of course there are conspiratorial complications as well, but you’ll have to read the book to find out about those ;).

15. Are your plotting bunnies angels or demons?

A little bit of both... I guess that all depends on how you see them ;). I like the fact that there’s no way I forget a truly solid, great idea – that makes me happy because I can’t tell you how many times I’ve written an okay idea down only to forget it and then have to go digging through my journals and planners to find it again. However, the downside is that a lot of times I’ll be sitting there in the evening trying to watch a show or something, and my brain won’t shut up about the damn story. Then I find myself doing this half-buzzed brainstorming thing until 3:00 AM, which means I won’t wake up on time in the morning, which means I won’t get enough client work done that day, and the whole next week is shot due to my inability to keep my sleep schedule on track. Yikes! Luckily for me, the kids can walk to school, so at least that worry is alleviated ;).

16. Anything else you might want to add?

For any of you aspiring writers out there, don’t be afraid to give it a shot. Yes, it can be a challenge and a lot of hard work, but storytelling – being an author – is a dream worth pursuing if you’re willing to put in the effort to do your absolute best. Read a lot, write a lot, and who knows how the publishing world will continue to change over the years to come? If that’s your dream, then go for it!

Finally, thank you again so much for interviewing me here! I hope you enjoyed having me as much as I enjoyed being here, and thank you for all of your hard work & helping to promote authors like me =).

BLURB:

Anna Reynolds is caught up in the middle of a secret interdimensional government agreement... and she doesn't even know it.

There's a medical anomaly loosely dubbed Morgellons disease afflicting a number of people. Symptoms include open sores that produce colorful string-like fibers, fatigue, and nightmarish visions of shadowy figures. No one knows where it came from. No one knows what causes it. There is no cure.

When Anna begins having nightmares and waking hallucinations of the shadow people, her uneasiness about her condition grows. Enlisting the help of her doctor and some friends, Anna is determined to find out what's really going on and why Morgellons is such a mystery.

With her health declining and doubts about whom she can trust, is Anna doomed to become a slave to her condition? Or will she and her unlikely group of would-be heroes come through, saving her... and, ultimately, the world?

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EXCERPT:

As Anna walked home through the glistening streets of Deeplake, Washington, she adjusted her scarf and wrapped her coat around herself tightly, her breath fogging up the air in front of her. After a brief glance over her shoulder, she quickened her pace, her bag of groceries teetering in her arms momentarily as she readjusted her grip.

She’d been feeling like someone was watching or following her for weeks. At first she just shrugged it off as her own overactive imagination, but the other day, she could’ve sworn she saw a shadow out of the corner of her eye. When she looked, there was nothing there. That wasn’t the first time she had seen shadows. They were always there, just out of sight, their existence never confirmed by a direct glance. But every time it happened, she got goosebumps and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end like it does when you know someone is watching you.

Her left eye began to feel itchy and grainy as she walked, and she cursed herself for not driving. She blinked several times, but after a few moments her eye felt like it had sand in it again. This was accompanied by an unpleasant tickling sensation, which became annoying very quickly.

Her thoughts wandered as her eye got worse. She felt guilty but justified for not mentioning her problems to Casey, who had more than enough on her plate already. She also didn’t want to come across as crazy; Anna was certain she wasn’t. Some of the recent events in her life were crazy, but she was definitely sane.

Do crazy people think they’re sane?




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AUTHOR Bio and Links:


Jennifer-Crystal Johnson is originally from Germany, but was raised an Army brat. She has published one novella under her former last name, The Outside Girl: Perception is Reality (Publish America, 2005 - out of print as of 2013), a poetry book, Napkin Poetry (Broken Publications, 2010), and a collection of poetry, art, and prose called Strangers with Familiar Faces (Broken Publications, 2011). She's also published a collection of short creature horror stories called If You're Human Don't Open the Door (Broken Publications, 2012), a personal development book called The Ten Pillars of a Happy Relationship (Broken Publications, 2014), and a collection of more horror stories (no creatures this time, just people) called Our Capacity for Evil (Broken Publications, 2015). She has several poems and short stories published on Every Writer's Resource and has recently published a science fiction novel called Fibers, the first book in the Infiltration Trilogy. Jen owns and operates Broken Publications (www.BrokenPublications.com) and publishes an annual anthology to raise awareness about domestic violence called Soul Vomit (www.SoulVomit.com). When she isn't writing or editing, she enjoys playing games with her three kids, watching crime shows on Netflix, or reading. She lives in WA State with her three children, three cats, and a crazy puppy named Thor. You can connect with her at www.JenniferCrystalJohnson.com, @brokenpoet, or www.Facebook.com/JenniferCrystalJohnson.



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