Thursday, November 5, 2015

In the Spotlight...Krysten Lindsay Hager

NEXT DOOR TO A STAR by Krysten Lindsay Hager


Hadley Daniels is tired of feeling invisible.

After Hadley’s best friend moves away and she gets on the bad side of some girls at school, she goes to spend the summer with her grandparents in the Lake Michigan resort town of Grand Haven. Her next door neighbor is none other than teen TV star Simone Hendrickson, who is everything Hadley longs to be—pretty, popular, and famous—and she’s thrilled when Simone treats her like a friend.

Being popular is a lot harder than it looks.

It’s fun and flattering when Simone includes her in her circle, though Hadley is puzzled about why her new friend refuses to discuss her former Hollywood life. Caught up with Simone, Hadley finds herself ignoring her quiet, steadfast friend, Charlotte.

To make things even more complicated, along comes Nick Jenkins…

He’s sweet, good-looking, and Hadley can be herself around him without all the fake drama. However, the mean girls have other ideas and they fill Nick’s head with lies about Hadley, sending him running back to his ex-girlfriend and leaving Hadley heartbroken.

So when her parents decide to relocate to Grand Haven, Hadley hopes things will change when school starts…only to be disappointed once again.



Love gone bad.

Is this really what it’s like to live…Next Door To A Star?


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Tagline: “They like me...they like me not.”


The school year should end right after spring break, because all anyone can focus on is summer vacation. You can’t learn anything new, because all you can think about is all the fun stuff you’re going to do once you don’t have to get up at the butt crack of dawn. Summer always seems full of possibilities.

Nothing exciting ever happens during the school year, but maybe, during summer vacation, you could run into a hot celebrity and he’d decide to put you in his next music video. Okay, it wasn’t like I knew anybody that happened to, but my grandparents did live next door to a former TV star, Simone Hendrickson, and Simone was discovered in an ice cream parlor one summer. Of course, she lived in L.A. at the time and was already doing plays and commercials, so the guy who discovered her had already seen her perform. But hey, it was summer, she got discovered, and that was all that mattered.

Amazing stuff didn’t happen to me. You know what happened to me last summer? I stepped on a bee and had to go to the emergency room. They’re not going to make an E! True Hollywood Story out of my life. I didn’t go on exotic vacations—like today, I was being dragged along with my parents to my cousin’s graduation party. Most people waited until at least the end of May before having a grad party, but Charisma was having hers early because she was leaving on a trip to Spain. I was dreading this party because I didn’t want to listen to everybody talk about how smart and talented Charisma was—making me feel like a blob in comparison—but my mom RSVP’d even though I said I’d rather die than go. My death threats meant nothing. But still, for some strange reason, I had a feeling this summer was going to be different.


Krysten Lindsay Hager is an obsessive reader and has never met a bookstore she didn’t like. She’s worked as a journalist and humor essayist, and writes for teens, tweens, and adults. She is also the author of the Landry’s True Colors Series (True Colors, Best Friends…Forever?, and the soon to be released, Landry in Like) and her work has been featured in USA Today and named as Amazon’s #1 Hot New Releases in Teen & Young Adult Values and Virtues Fiction and Amazon’s #1 Hot New Releases in Children’s Books on Values.She’s originally from Michigan and has lived in South Dakota, Portugal, and southwestern Ohio. She received her master’s degree from the University of Michigan-Flint.

Praise for Next Door to a Star:

From Readers’ Favorite:

Next Door to a Star by Krysten Lindsay Hager is a heart wrenching tale of a young girl growing into her teen years….Hager's main character is representative of every teenage girl. The author really nailed the reality of a young girl's early high school years. I think this is a valuable read for girls ages 12-18.

From Kelly Smith Reviews:

Hager wrote from a teen's perspective, and it gave the book a very authentic feel. She has a real gift for that, something many YA writers lack these days. She reminds me a lot of a modern Ann M. Martin or Judy Blume.

From Author Erin Fanning:

If you, like me, have a soft spot for young adult novels then author Krysten Lindsay Hager should have a place on your bookshelf. Ms. Hager brings the teen years to life with absolute perfection in Next Door to a Star. Handling multiple plotlines with an expert touch, she’s crafted a young adult dramedy that on the top layer is a story about Hadley Daniels, an average teen whose only ambition is to fit in, have a few friends, and find her place in the world.

In the Spotlight...Kathy Bosman




Nolan is taken aback by the woman in his office with pitch black hair and body piercings. He can’t imagine her working in his spa, but her persistence fascinates him so he gives her the job — on one condition — she gets rids of the excess piercings.


The attraction between Nolan and Renni is immediate despite being opposite personalities. Renni’s fresh energy and charm draws Nolan as does his intensity attract her. Finding they have a lot more in common than expected, they fall in love, but Nolan has a secret and Renni carries baggage from past hurt. Will they focus on their differences or the things that draw them close?



Excerpt 1


The resort reception area was almost a clone of the one in thespa, yet with three indoor plants and a fountain instead of a largefish tank. Palms were potted in large urns sculpted like Greekcolumns. Minimalist was a good word for the décor — simpleblues, silver, and white — peaceful colors and clean lines. Rennididn’t have much time to consider the connection she made withFeng Shui and Mr. Richie’s comment to her earlier, because he wasthe one behind the reception desk. Bracing herself for his usualglare, she walked up to him and smiled.

“Don’t you take a break?” She rested her hands on thecounter. Close up, he was austere but also uncomfortablyhandsome. Maybe his austere manner added to the handsome,almost unapproachable feel he gave her, like a demi-god one had topay homage to in order to gain his approval.

A laugh wanted to bubble out of her at the image. Somehow,he didn’t intimidate her as much as Peggy made out he should. Sheliked his cold exterior, because she knew it hid something brewingand bubbling beneath the surface. At the moment he was theperfect antithesis to the flirty Curtis. Maybe he was one of the manytreasures Block Island enticed to be discovered. Also, she loved thathe didn’t idolize her like other men did. He couldn’t care less if herband had won an American Music Award for Favorite Rock Bandor reached the top of the charts.

“Your hair’s still black.”

“Donna did a good job, didn’t she?”

“At least it’s not as black.”

She laughed and then took a breath. The exhaustion of thelast few months still wanted to take away her laughter and heroxygen. It weighed heavy on her, and she suddenly didn’t feel likefighting with her new boss.

“I’d like a room, please.”

“We only have one available. We’re fully booked.”

“I’ll take it.”

He froze for a moment, his eyes large, and then he put on aprofessional smile. “It’s next to the penthouse suite on the topfloor.”

“Um…do you live here?”

“In the penthouse suite.”

Figures. The man doesn’t fancy being near to me. Too bad. I needto rest. For a long time.

“How much?”

He gave her a figure. Oh well, her savings would beseriously reduced. She sincerely hoped she would soon find arental home on the island.

“But it’s in terrible disrepair. I haven’t allowed anyone in there for months it’s in such a bad state. So, I won’t charge youanything to stay there.”

“Oh, thanks.”

He grunted. “You probably won’t say thanks when you seeit. I’ll fix it up for you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I should.” He focused on a computer screen and inputsomething with lightning-fast finger-work.

Okay, maybe Peggy was right. He did have good inside.Buried deep inside.

“You’re very kind.”

He jerked his head up and stared at her, his mouth gaping.

“How come you haven’t removed the metal yet?” The mouthtransformed to a thin line immediately.

“Um…I want to do it in front of a mirror in private, if youdon’t mind. The room does have a mirror?”

Was that a blush? “I’m not sure. I’ll have to check.”

“May I have the keys?”

He unlocked a panel on the wall and removed a key from ahook. When he put the key in her hand, tingles ran up her arm.Whoa! She hadn’t felt that way with anyone the last few yearsexcept for Curtis. Curtis! Did she have to think of him?



Excerpt 2


“Hi, Mr. Richie. Am I allowed to swim here?”

He nodded. “Yes, of course.”

“Oh. You looked upset. I don’t want to trespass on private property.” She came up to about a foot from him, smelling of sea and flowers.

“It’s a public beach.”

“Oh, it’s so quiet I wondered about that. Is it safe to swim here?”

“Depends on the weather, but I’d say today is perfect.”

“Isn’t it?” She gave a pleasant smile and took in a deep whiff of the ocean air, turning her gaze to the sea with adoration. If she didn’t have such a womanly body, and oh so delicious—his errant gaze was proof of that—he’d think she was a child. Everything seemed so new and exciting to her, completely taking him by surprise as he’d always thought popular rock band members would have lost their childish innocence years ago.

“What are you running away from?” He surprised himself. Usually he didn’t get involved in the personal lives of his staff.

She whipped her head around, eyes haunted, and just stared at him.

“Why Block Island exactly? I thought you were a famous musician.”

Her gaze shifted back and forth, and she shuffled from one foot to the other.

“Look, I’m sorry. I suppose it’s none of my business.” He should leave before he said something wrong from a boss stance.

“No, it’s fine. It’s just a bit painful and raw at the moment.”

His heart squeezed. He’d experienced painful and raw. Although it had been a while since something that intense had happened in his life — and he’d managed to numb the pain by being so busy keeping his business afloat — suddenly his pain reached the surface again in the form of compassion.

“You don’t have to share it, but I am a good listener.” He still couldn’t believe how different she looked from when she first walked in the door.

“Oh.” Her soft gasp sent an unwanted shiver through him. Her tear-soaked eyes made him press a warm hand on her shoulder.

“We all have those moments.” He couldn’t believe the side of his personality she brought out of him — the deep, compassionate side. He’d been on “boss auto-pilot” the last few years and had hardened himself against people, except for his customer’s needs.

She looked down and drew a paisley-type curl in the sand with her big toe. It reminded him a little of the yin-yang sign — a big part of the fengshui philosophy — how contrasting aspects worked together to create a harmonious whole. How opposites could attract. Is that why he was so drawn to her? Yet, getting better acquainted with her, she wasn’t as opposite as he’d initially thought.

“Touring is hard. It takes everything out of me. The fans are relentless. The sleeping arrangements suck. Do you know how nice it is to have my own room?” She looked up at him with a mischievous smile.

“Oh, I really need to fix it up for you. I’ll do that this weekend.”

“It’s okay. I’m relishing the freedom of my own space and have barely noticed the broken things.”

He’d never seen being famous as possibly difficult. Shows how many people had blinders on when it came to considering the lives of other people, which appeared idyllic from the outside.


Excerpt 3 - Longer


Nolan couldn’t keep his eyes off the tiny speck of dirt on the tip of the woman’s nose. As if that could compare to what she was wearing. He’d never noticed how perfect her nose was if it weren’t for that ridiculous glint of a nose ring embedded into her leftnostril.

Her lips quivered and she sighed, wringing her hands in her lap. “Okay, let me just say it. I’m applying for a job.”

Nolan was rendered speechless for a moment, which wasn’t a common occurrence. He’d never been scared to speak his mind, especially because his whole life revolved around making success of his dream, now turned into the daily grind.

“A job as what? A drummer?” He couldn’t help smiling at the thought of a rock drummer shattering the perfect peace of Sweet Ocean Luxury Resort and Spa.

“I’m serious.” Her nervous demeanour was replaced by a stiff posture, a firm, lifted chin, and lots of fire in her dark, dark blue eyes which could pass for navy. At least her eyes would match the powder blue uniform if she did work for…

“Hold on. You want a job? Here? Peggy told me you’re some famous musician, and you want to work here? What are you running away from?”

“Peggy also said you were desperate for an assistant massage therapist. I’m keen to learn the job — I’m a quick learner. I learnt how to drum in six months, and we were touring a year later.”

Nolan couldn’t help smiling again. At least his day was a lot more interesting than the last few months had been, but surely she couldn’t be serious?

“I need a break from touring. I’ve been touring for five years now. I want to get away… No, that doesn’t sound right.”

“So, in a sense you are running from something?”

“I’m running to something. I need a change, a complete break from the usual.”

He sighed. “Me too.” The words just popped out, making his eyes go big. What was it about the woman that made him speak before he thought?

Her stance softened a little, and he took in the look of her skin — flawless and he was sure as smooth as silk. What a pity she spoiled her appearance with all the piercings. There was one on her blackened eyebrow, the one on her nose, about ten on her ear lobes, and another one on her tongue.

He had an idea. A wicked one.

“Okay, here’s the deal. If you work for me, you have to get rid of all the metal. I will accept one or two on the ears and nothing else. I can’t have you stressing out my customers and taking away the fengshui.”

“What?” The fire was back in her eyes, and she stood up in a moment, heading straight for the door.

Oh well, that was easy.

She paused at the door, her hand in mid-air, then turned around. “Belly button ring?” Her eyes held amusement.

He shrugged. “If it can’t be seen, I suppose it could stay.”

“Oh, and how are body piercings not fengshui? I’m not a room or a space.”

He bit his lip, amazed at her perception. “I didn’t think you’d know that.”

“So, you’ll consider me then if I get rid of them? Just remember, the holes will still be there.”

“Spare me the gory details. You will also have to visit our resident hairdresser and bring some normality back to the glaring color-scheme you have bathed yourself in. If you were my daughter…”

She stood with her hands on her hips, fists clenched. “Ugh. I’m not your daughter, and you can’t tell me what to do with my hair.”

“Take it or leave it. I will not have a woman who looks like a witch placing her hands on stressed people. I have elderly customers who come here to unwind and renew their energy and strength. The spa is a place of peace and tranquillity.” He reached

back to retrieve a file, took out a wad of papers, and handed them to her. “Read every single page. This is our vision, mission statement, company policy, and staff rules. If you can’t abide by the rules, you will lose your job. This isn’t some wild or free come-and-go-as-you-want band playing music and partying ‘til whatever hour of the night.”

The fire in her eyes was replaced by a momentary flicker of hurt, and he bit back his words. Sometimes, he wished he wasn’t so forthcoming. But what he said was truth, wasn’t it?

“Um…it’s actually really hard work to play drums every single day for months on end, to ward off weird fans, and meet the deep-seated emotional needs of the adoring ones…”ʺ She cleared her throat. “I-I really want this job. I-I’ll take it. Thanks.”

His body remained totally still for a few seconds. He really didn’t expect her to take the job. He didn’t expect her to answer him with such resignation after he’d basically bitten her head off. Not that he approved of her dress manner, but he could give her a shot. She had more gumption than he expected. Maybe her arms would be strong from all the drumming, and she could handle the massages. Not many women could.

“The contract is at the end of the papers. If you sign it, you have a job.”

A bright smile lit up her face, and he caught a glimpse of the charm she’d used on her fans, or rather used to garner her fans. It wasn’t a put-on charm, but rather something sweet and strong and bright from deep inside. And she had amazing teeth — so white and straight.

He cleared his throat. What was wrong with him? He’d always disliked punk rockers.

“Thank you.” Her voice was clear. With a whiff of her perfume filling his nostrils, she left the room, her chainlink belt and all her bangles jingling like a wind chime.

“Those will have to go, too,” he called after her.

She stuck her head around the door. “What?”

“The wind chimes. We have enough already.”

She stuck a tongue out at him and then slammed the door behind her.

A crazy smile lifted his mouth involuntarily. If she was his daughter… Although he couldn’t quite help seeing her as very much a woman.




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Kathy loves reading and writing even more. She homeschools her three kids, so in between unsuccessfully explaining the difference between subject and predicate or how to divide fractions, she enters an imaginary world of troubled and passionate characters whose stories take over the page. Kathy lives in Kwazulu Natal, South Africa, where the summers are hot, the winters cool, and bugs thrive. Her first published novel, Wedding Gown Girl, came out in 2012 with Astraea Press (Clean Reads). She belongs to the Romance Writers of South Africa Group (ROSA) which has been her greatest support and inspiration the last few years.


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Thursday, October 29, 2015

In the Spotlight...Katy Newton Naas

Tagline: Some things are even more terrifying than ghosts…

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            When shy sophomore Kaci Lynn Richards moves to a small town, she is nervous about the change. That is, until she befriends the outgoing Jo and meets popular senior James Mitchell. Kaci quickly learns to love her new life…until she begins to see the ghost of a teen girl in her new home. The mystery girl haunts her, giving her visions that leave clues as to who she was and how she met her violent fate. But the more she learns about the girl, the more she finds that life in this sleepy town may not be what it seems.



            As soon as I close the cabinet door, my whole body is chilled. I shiver, turning toward the microwave to find myself face-to-face with her. Her dark eyes gaze into mine, her cold breath so close I can feel it on my cheeks. My heart racing, I jump back, colliding with the counter behind me.

            What happens next is a blur. I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head and I am on the floor. She stands over me, her tangled hair hanging down, covering parts of her face while she stares down at me, her eyes wide and intense. I am unable to look away from her, unable to scream or move or even breathe.

            Suddenly, she is gone and the room spins. I can finally blink, and I try to steady myself as the room finally settles. I am still on the floor, still in my kitchen, except it looks…different. Mom’s mixer that sits on the counter is gone. Instead, a wine rack sits in its place, and I count nine glass bottles resting inside of it. The walls are a dark brown color, and the lights seem dimmer. “Aven?” I call out weakly, but the voice I hear is not my own. I try to use my hands to push myself up off the floor, but I can’t; they are behind my back, stuck on something.

            I twist my neck around, trying to look at them so that I can figure out how to get them loose. That’s when I feel the shooting pain go up through my arms, and I realize it’s because my wrists are bound together with rope and it’s cutting off the circulation from my hands to the rest of my body. Desperately I try to pull them apart, but the fibers of the rope dig deeper into my wrists and the pain is unbearable, so I let them go limp behind me, giving up that fight.

            Calm down, I order myself. Breathe. Don’t panic. I ignore the throbbing pain in my arms as I squirm, inch by inch until I am in a sitting position. Looking down, I see that the red long-sleeve shirt and jeans I had on have been replaced by a white nightgown. The blood stains around the collar and down my sides make my heart race faster – even more so when I realize that they’re mine.

            “Help!” I cry out, again surprised when the voice I hear is a little deeper than mine. “Somebody please help me!”

            “You’re wasting your breath,” a deep, masculine voice says from somewhere behind me. There is a hint of laughter in his words when he says, “There’s no one here but you and me.”

            The voice is vaguely familiar, but I don’t have time to analyze it as a cold, pressing fear weighs down my body. It is then that I realize that he’s right; there’s no one here to help me and I am going to die.

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From the time she was old enough to talk, Katy Newton Naas has been creating characters and telling stories. As a child, they sometimes got her into trouble. She knew she wanted to write books when she won a Young Author's competition as a second-grader for her short story titled, "The Grape Pie." (Don't let its tasty title fool you - it was actually a sad little tale!)

Katy devoured books as a child and young adult, always doing chores and odd jobs in order to make enough money to buy more of them. Though she continues to age, her true literature love is and has always been children's and young adult fiction.

Katy currently teaches
middle school reading and high school English in southern Illinois, as well as children's church. She graduated from Southern Illinois University-Carbondale with a bachelor's degree in English Education and a master's degree in Reading and Language Studies. She enjoys her life out in the country with her husband, her two sweet and rowdy young sons, and all her other “kids”: four dogs, three cats, and eight ducks.


She loves creating both realistic and futuristic stories about kids, tweens, and teens, and feels so fortunate to get to work with them every day as a teacher.

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Wednesday, October 28, 2015

In the Spotlight...Rachel Jones

Please join me in welcoming Rachel Jones and her newest release, "Taking a Chance on Love."
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TAGLINE:  A touchdown for the coach when the music teacher accepts his love




From childhood, Virginia Manning has planned for a career as a concert clarinetist. Blindsided by family circumstances, her plans are interrupted, taking her down a path she would never have chosen. As a music teacher, Virginia’s relationship with the football coach goes from problematic to romantic. After Blake’s brush with death, a scared Virginia runs away looking for the contentment music has always brought to her life.

Because Blake Oliver has experienced disappointment and pain, he opts for a fresh start in a small New England town. Accepting the position of football coach, he isn’t looking for love when it finds him. But when Virginia leaves to pursue a performance career, Blake realizes it’s not where you live but having someone to love that matters. His only problem is making her understand that as well.


She pulled her arms across her chest in an attempt to calm her shivering. Bright lights reflected from her rearview mirror, the only headlights she had seen since she had stopped on the side of the ride. Releasing a sigh of relief, she waited for flashing blue lights to interrupt the blackness surrounding the car. No blue lights. Her heart began racing at hearing a car door slam. She was alone, on a deserted highway. Checking the locks on her doors, she thought about driving away, but how far could she go with a flat tire?

A tap on the passenger window made her jump. “Hey.”

The dark night made it impossible to see the face outside the passenger window. Fear made it impossible to move.

“Come on, Gin. It’s wet out here.”

No one else called her Gin. She hit the automatic button releasing the lock and Blake pulled the door open. Relief flooded her body and was replaced by anger.         

“Blake — you nearly scared me to death.”

“Not the best time for a flat tire. You’re soaked.”

“You’re not so very dry yourself.”

“Where are you headed?”

“I was on my way home. I had an early dinner with my family before they left for the weekend. Staying to play my piano wasn’t a bad idea — I just got caught up in my music.” She loved how her music could take her away from everything, but the downside was eventually she had to come back to reality. “Anyway, I was going through my options when you drove up.”

“Your spare is lying in the mud.”

“I was going to try changing it, but when the lightning started, I chickened out.”

“Well, you can’t drive all the way to Boston soaked to the skin. And I really don’t want to change a tire in this downpour.”

“So what do you suggest I do?”

“Let me take you back to your sister’s house. You can stay the night and deal with the tire in the morning.”

Virginia didn’t respond, didn’t want this moment to end. He was here, beside her and the intensity of how much she had missed him came crashing down upon her like tumultuous waves hitting a jagged rock wall along the seashore.


She looked up. “That sounds good.”

As he leaned over and pulled the keys from the ignition, it took all Virginia’s willpower to keep from pulling him close.



It was thoughts of what she would do after retirement from a twenty-eight-year career in healthcare that spurred Rachel to begin writing her first manuscript in March of 2012. Needing guidance and support with her new endeavor, she joined local and national writing groups.

Rachel signed her first contract in 2013 and her debut novel, To Dance One More Day was released in June of 2014. She is eagerly awaiting retirement to write full time.

A music enthusiast for decades, Rachel resides in Kennesaw, Georgia with her husband of thirty-seven years and a spoiled Labrador retriever. She is a member of Georgia Writers Association, Georgia Romance Writers and is a PRO member of Romance Writers of America.




Tuesday, October 27, 2015

In the Spotlight...Karen King

Tag Line

Should Aluna betray her father to save the world?


Aluna’s father is the Master Wizard of the Katalan. On her thirteenth birthday she is initiated into the coven and swears allegiance to her clan. Then she has a vision about the mother she has never known and a gold sceptre with an eagle’s head handle.


She discovers that the mysterious new girl, Raffie, who appeared out of nowhere is looking for the same sceptre. Aluna hopes the sceptre will lead her to her mother so swears an oath of friendship with Raffie, pledging to find it together only to discover that Raffie is Angleyt. They are sworn enemies.


Aluna’s father is looking for the sceptre too, as are the evil Bygnorim.  Will Aluna really betray her father? What dreadful secret is he hiding about her mother? Aluna and Raffie face terrible danger in their quest. Are their combined powers strong enough or will Darke Magyck win?



Something caught her eye. A sphere of brilliant light was shooting down through the sky. She stared at it, butterflies of excitement fluttering in her stomach. It must be a shooting star. She could make a wish. Jumbled thoughts of the things she could wish for raced across her mind, but only one stood out. It always did. “I wish I could find my mother,” she whispered.

The glowing star continued plunging, plummeting down towards the bushes just ahead of her. It wasn’t a shooting star. It was a falling star! Aluna ran towards the bushes, eager to get a glimpse of this wonder. What would a star look like? Would she be able to take it back and show the others?

The star disappeared behind the bushes. Panting now, Aluna raced towards it, her feet barely touching the ground beneath her. Thankfully, she had always been nimble-footed. Many a time she had crept softly behind Sariah, the housekeeper, and had made her almost jump out of her skin. Once, Sariah had been so shocked she’d dropped the pie she’d just taken out of the oven. 

Be quick but quiet, she told herself as she ran. Could you scare a star?

She was at the bush. She could still see the light glowing behind it, so bright it dazzled her. Using her hands to shield her eyes from the glow she peered around the bush.

The light was fading. Aluna moved her hands from her eyes so she could see better and pushed her hood back. Where was the star? The light flickered, then a shape started to form in it. She watched, transfixed as the shape turned into a girl about Aluna’s age, slim with long hair tumbling over her shoulders. The girl stretched up her arms as if embracing the heavens. Aluna let out a gasp of astonishment and the girl spun around, her eyes widening with shock as they rested on Aluna. 

For a moment they both stared at each other. The star girl’s eyes locked with Aluna’s, and a lightness filled her mind. It was as if the girl could read her mind, her soul. In a panic, Aluna tore her eyes away, grabbed her basket and fled, muttering the protection spell under her breath.

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Karen King has had over one hundred and twenty children’s books published by mainstream publishers such as Walker, Scholastic, Harper Collins and Macmillan. She’s written for many children's magazines too including Sindy, Barbie, Winnie the Pooh and Thomas the Tank Engine. She writes for all ages and in all genres; story books, picture books, plays, joke books, non-fiction and YA.
Twitter: @karen_king
Author F&Qs
How did you get started writing?
I've always written. I had my first poem published when I was 11. I started my writing career with Jackie magazine, writing articles and photo stories.
Are you a Plotter or a Pantser?
It depends whether I'm writing to a commission or not. If I'm commissioned I have to plot as I have to send a synopsis and the first couple of chapters to my editor. If I'm not writing to a commission I work out the basic outline of my story then write 'by the seat of my pants.'
 Are you most productive in the morning or evening?
Morning. Often I get out of bed and start writing straight away. I'm full of ideas in the morning.