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Yay! Stops #6 + 7 in the Lament Blog Tour are up! Check it out, Caffeinated friends. You won’t be disappointed! *cartwheels* I’m so excited that we get to hang with Tabitha Caplinger who has a visual post of the World of Lament! *squeals!* You’ll find her post here. This girl has some amazing books out herself. Be sure to check them out! And we get to visit with the very cool master of all-things-cryptid, Tammy Ayers from Cryptid World for a book review of Lament! *eep!* You’

Another blog tour stop, Caffeinated friends! Yesterday was Lament Blog Tour Day #5! *happy claps* We visited with Laura A. Grace who hosted a Guest Post: The Writing Process! *woo hoo!* You’ll find that here. Feel free to leave a comment! I’d love to hear what you think of how Lament came to be! Stay tuned today for another post in the Lament Blog Tour! Tabitha Caplinger has a beautiful visual post of the World of Lament! You’ll find her blog here. You can also find the stops

Happy New Year, friends! I’ve got such exciting news to share with you! Lament: Banshee Song Series, Book Two releases on January 26th! *tosses confetti* This baby has been a long time coming (thanks to COVID delays!) but I’m so happy to finally get to share the next adventure in Caoine’s journey with you. Pre-orders can be found through Amazon–Paperback + e-Book–as well as through Barnes and Noble dot com–Paperback + e-Book. If you order before the release date, be sure to f

Photo courtesy Annie Spratt via Unsplash “What if I fall?” Dryaia snuck another peek over the edge of the cliff that fell into oblivion, butterflies swarming her belly. “You won’t.” Her papa put an arm around her shoulders. “You’re one of us and you’ve come of age. It’s time for you to grow your wings.” “But how do you know I’m one of you? You found me orphaned and under a tree. What if I’m not a true fairy? What if I’m… human?” Hot tears pulled at the corners of her plum col

It’s that time!! KEEN is a week and a day from releasing so it’s time for the blog tour to begin! *throws confetti* Are you as excited to dive into the world of KEEN as I am? Check out the blog tour list at the bottom so you don’t miss out on fun behind the scenes, visuals and interviews that are ALL KEEN! *squeals* Today you get DOUBLE YOUR BLOG POSTS! There are TWO blog posts for the first stop of the tour! *cartwheel* Swing by www.sparksofember.wordpress.com to learn about

Today is the day! Allwyn will receive her wings, the most important event in a faerie’s life. She pads across damp moss-covered ground, shadows sprinkled around her from the great canopy of trees. She makes no sound as she moves, something she’s always taken pride in. With effort, she pushes open the door to the treehome, her luminescent skin translucent in the spotty sunlight. “Florin? Are you home?” The older faerie appears from her kitchen, a sad smile on her lips. “Good m

Agatha bounced through the front door with a bright smile on her face. She could barely see over the object that filled her arms, the same one that put that smile in place. “Mama! Look what I made at school this week.” The six-year-old huffed to catch her breath as she gently—as gently as a child her age could—set the work of art on the dining table. Her mom inspected it with a wide gaze. “It’s beautiful, sweetheart.” She bit her lip. “What exactly is it?” “It’s a fairy house

“I know your secret.” Abigail crossed her arms. “What—” Her dad blinked. She held a shiny quarter. “This was under my pillow.” He swallowed. “Oh?” Little Abigail tilted her head. “You’ve been giving me these in exchange for my teeth.” “I don’t know—” She opened her dad’s closet. “Admit it. You’re the tooth fairy.” Her dad sighed. The closet had a thousand tiny drawers, each one filled with teeth and labeled with a name. “You’re the literal tooth fairy.” Abigail huffed. “Do me

“Have the reinforcements arrived?” The fairy’s voice wobbled but he tightened his grip on the tree branch beneath him. He’d just received this promotion and his first mission was under way. “No, Commander Winter,” Lieutenant Snowflake yelled from a nearby branch. The tree swayed slightly under the weight of her fellow soldiers as they took their position. Winter swallowed the panic that rose in his chest. “We have no time. We’ll have to protect the Sacred Treasures alone.” He

“Come on, Lettie. It’s getting dark. The Wisps will be out soon.” Emerson looked around the thick forest, her blue eyes wide. “Stop with the toddler-tales,” Lettie groaned and plucked another jacaranda blossom from a tree. “You’re almost eight. You don’t really believe all that fairy nonsense, do you?” She sniffed the flower and walked deeper into the woods. Emerson tried to swallow but it ended up a hiccup. She scuttled after her sister. “But Lettie! What if they’re true? Wh

“Heather, did you take the honey?” The little girl withered. “It was a full jar,” Momma said. “Well….” Heather fidgeted with her dress. Momma crossed her arms. “Did you give it to your imaginary friends again?” Heather looked down. “How many times have I told you?” her Momma huffed. “It’s a waste of food! We’ll get rats if you keep shoving food under the floorboards!” She threw her hands up and stomped away. Heather knelt and lifted the floorboard. “You okay, Scrimrim?” she s

“Good luck, Sarena!” Freyren said. He held his tanned back straight as one hoof pounded the brambled ground in anticipation, a gentle smile on his lips. Those centaurs loved anything that had to do with adventure. The sweet scent of blackberries followed me as I took flight. “Thanks, Frey!” His son, Brayden, was just my age and had begged his dad to see me off. But lessons and responsibilities kept him away. Frey would surely tell my friend every detail when he got home from

A bright globe, orange and yellow and shades of white, blazed above. Light that accosted her eyes, caused her to squint. Where was she? Pain ached through her limbs, a zip along her back, as she pushed up. Then another sensation, a pulse and a twitter, a flap to her sides. A flutter that made her jump. Wings! She had wings that glistened around her! Skin pale and smooth, flawless, alabaster, untouched by the mustard orb in the sky. Her lips pressed together. Who was she? “Hel