The Arrow’s Flight Reading Marathon

The 2nd Annual Arrow’s Flight Reading Marathon is less than two weeks away!

If you like the dystopian genre, why not take the journey to Eden in this unique faith-based tale. We kick off with Breeder: Arrow’s Flight 1 on September 24. Here’s a synopsis for your reading pleasure:

meadow sepiaIn a primitive village over a hundred years after a world war, we meet Kate. It’s her sixteenth birthday, the stars have aligned just so, and Kate has been given her assigned duty: breeder. This is a privileged and honorable role, a role that brings new life. But from day one, Kate has fought against it, outright defying Fate and her ruling constellation, The Archer. She holds out hope that there is something, or someone, bigger than the stars who can make sense of her life and explain why she feels so differently about the ways of the Village. Her rebellion is short-lived, and she is forced to the Pit where she meets Ian, her mate. Ian is a mystery, and Kate soon realizes that Ian is not like the rest of the “stock.” In fact, he’s not like anything she’s ever seen in her life.

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The making of FIREBLOODS


Hey there all!

So my brand new paranormal romance is out! What a fun project this has been!

When I started writing Firebloods  last  year, I really had no idea where the book was going. I only knew that this idea kept screaming to get out of my head, and I finally had to make it happen.

Some of you may not know this, but I’m a huge X-men fan. And ever since Jean Grey morphed into the Phoenix back in my college days, I’ve been mesmerized by the idea of such an anomaly. That’s really where my idea for Firebloods originated. I wanted to take a stab at developing a world centered around an original idea of a paranormal creature based on the Phoenix… but not yet discovered.

Firebloods is not about vampires, werewolves, witches, or fae people. It’s about a race of people created with the blood of the Phoenix. And they are marvelous.

I named them the Vatra u Krvi, which literally means “fire in the blood” in Bosnian. Why? Because their creator was a man by the name of Amir Ademov, a Bosnian scientist obsessed with developing a race of people with superhuman qualities. And boy did he deliver! I’m not going to say much more about them. I certainly don’t want to ruin the element of discovery for you.  You’re going to have a lot of fun learning all about Firebloods as this series progresses. SCORCH SONG, BOOK 2 will be out early next year.

I hope you enjoy reading my new little tale as much as I enjoyed writing it. Grab your copy today: FIREBLOODS


Have a blessed day!




Today on the Blog: Operation Child Soldier by Jaci Wheeler

I am so excited to announce the release of Jaci Wheeler’s newest novel Operation Child Soldier!

Jaci has joined us on Meet Me Between the Pages today to tell us a little bit about the book and how she came up with her idea for the story.



Operation Child Soldier
I was trained from birth to be the best Agent possible. Growing up in a Military Training Academy for unwanted children has its perks. I might not have ever been to a dance but I am a sharp shooter, master at hand to hand combat and best hacker the Academy has ever seen. I trained my whole life to pass the final and become an Elite agent. The only problem? My entire life has been a lie. My father is a monster and I’ve been trained to kill monsters.



Jaci, the floor is yours!


Thank you so much for checking out my blog tour! I’ve had a few people ask how on earth I came up with the concept for Operation Child Soldier.

OCS2I must admit, child assassins do sound a bit extreme. But I stumbled upon an article one day–I can’t even remember where to be honest–and it was talking about how more countries, especially Middle Eastern countries were starting to train women and children to become assassins. I’d just watched a movie with my husband that focused on foster care and how horrible some of these homes are and how some kids would rather live on the street than end up in foster care. Somehow everything just clicked.

I love having strong female leads, and Aria just started unfolding before my eyes. I didn’t even outline, I just grabbed my phone and started dictating the entire story to my notes. The idea that training women and children is actually happening and that these other countries are finding success really helped to unlock my imagination. My dream has always been to own an orphanage and to have a safe place for children to come. I guess you can say I merged the two together, and even though the Academy in this first book isn’t what my dream was…it just might end up that way. You will have to read book two to find out.

Click image to watch the AWESOME trailer here:

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A little about Me:

JaciI have been married to my very supportive husband for eight years, and we have two amazing Autistic kids! I always dreamed of being a writer, but life got in the way. Going through my kids’ different therapies and special schools and one meeting after the next, I needed a way to get away from it all and find my perfect Utopia! This is how the United Series was born. Writing has always been cathartic to me. Who wouldn’t want to leave their world for a while and step into a new one?

I have so many stories and characters just waiting to find a place on your shelf! I’m hoping to come out with a few more trilogies very soon.


Thank you for stopping  by to learn more about Jaci and her latest release. You can find her at all the following places:


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“If Mom says no, ask Grandma!” By Nicole Ciacchella

This Christmas season, I’ve decided to do something a little different. I’ve invited 24 authors to share some of their favorite things about the holidays. I hope you enjoy the 24 days of Christmas countdown with “These are a few of my Favorite Things.” Enjoy! ~Casey Hays

*Be sure to look for a Giveaway at the end of each post.*


“If Mom says no, ask Grandma!” 

2016 has not been an easy year for me. In the span of four months, I lost my last two surviving grandparents. While I feel fortunate to have had them in my life for as long as I did (let’s just say I have a good four decades under my belt), saying goodbye to two people who’ve formed such a cornerstone of my life hasn’t been easy.

Grandpa Ciacchella, my paternal grandpa, died when I was four, so I never really knew him. I lost Grandma Ciacchella, my paternal grandma, when I was in college. She was basically the quintessential Sicilian grandma. She was passionate, and not at all shy about sharing her feelings. When we ticked her off, she let us know in no uncertain terms. Yet she was also an incredibly loving and indulgent grandma who must have driven our parents nuts, considering how she would spoil us and coddle us when we got in trouble. At Christmastime, she would make so many cookies it was ridiculous. Even though that side of the family is large, we couldn’t possibly eat all of them. I think about her cookies every single year, the ones she called “Volkswagen” cookies—because they were rounded and had a brightly colored powdered sugar glaze—and her “S” cookies, in particular. They were my favorites, and more than once I made myself sick from gorging on them. My memories of those cookies are so vivid that I once tasted an “S” cookie in a shop and burst into tears because they tasted so much like my grandma’s cookies.

spoiledGrandma and Grandpa Luteran, my maternal grandparents, were a part of my life up until August of this year, when I lost grandma. After they retired, they moved to a house in central Michigan, surrounded by woods, almost three hours away from where the rest of us lived. To spend time with us, they hosted big family gatherings, often with my mom and all four of her siblings and their families camping out around various parts of the house. My cousins and I spent many happy weekends there as kids, building forts, running around like a colony of ants, and getting into plenty of trouble together. Before we would leave for the long drive back home to the Detroit area, Grandpa would pull out his “goodie bag” and load us up with plenty of candy for the ride home—bet my parents loved that!

This is the barest sketch of my grandparents and what they meant to me, and I include it here because my favorite Christmas memory involves all three of them.

When my brother and I were kids, we were serious about Christmas. I’m three years older than him, and even though we used to fight like cats and dogs, we were united in our determination to get up as early as humanly possible on Christmas Day, the better to tear into the gifts Santa would leave us. To achieve this, we would take turns spending Christmas Eve in one another’s bedrooms, one of us on the floor, the other in bed. We would talk excitedly late into the night, speculating about what we would get and wondering how early we dared try to pry our parents from bed. Eventually, our parents set a strict rule that we could not get them up before seven o’clock, and we were NOT to peek under the tree and spoil the surprise. This was like torture to us, so we would suffer through it together, counting the minutes until our alarm clock switched over to seven and we could demand that our parents get out of bed.

One year, all three of our grandparents stayed at our house on Christmas Eve. They always got along very well, and that Christmas morning was like a kids’ dream. They were all early risers as it was, so when my brother and I ventured out to see if our grandparents were awake, we found all three of them waiting for us. Grandma Ciacchella was making coffee with Grandma Luteran’s assistance, which was awesome, since our parents insisted we couldn’t start opening gifts until the coffee was made and they were both supplied with mugs. Grandpa Luteran was as gleeful as a kid himself. I can count on one hand the number of times I saw him in pajamas, but he was still in them that morning, what little hair he had standing on end as he urged us to go get our parents up. The problem was, it wasn’t yet seven o’clock, so my brother and I balked and said it was against the rules. Grandma Ciacchella was having none of that, and insisted that we go get them up. Grandpa and Grandma Luteran agreed, so, overjoyed, my brother and I went crashing into our parents’ room.

What could they say? Not only were their kids jumping on their bed, we were under our grandparents’ strict instructions to do so, and my mom and dad both knew there’s no saying no to your parents. It was pure bliss, ripping into our gifts while our parents sat, bleary-eyed, on the couch, and our grandparents whipped us into a frenzy.

I think about that Christmas every year. It was so obvious to me how happy my grandparents were to be with their grandkids, and how excited they were to watch us open our gifts. Plus, it’s always fun when your grandparents conspire with you against your parents—my own kids can attest to that.

That memory is precious to me, and it’s one I’ll hold dear for the rest of my life. Who knows, maybe some years from now I’ll be in that same position, and you can bet that if my grandkids hesitate to wake their parents up, I’ll be goading them into it, just as my grandparents did with me.

Know what another of my favorite things is? Books, of course! So to spread some cheer this holiday season, I’m offering up four of mine on Instafreebie. Feel free to snap them all up by clicking this link:

Happy reading, and may 2017 bring you nothing but good things!


nicole-ciaNicole has progressed from scribbling in notebooks to banging on keyboards, but she’s never managed to stop daydreaming at inappropriate moments.
Born and raised in Michigan, Nicole lives there still with her husband and two wonderful children. When not answering the demands of her characters, Nicole can often be found curled up with a good book or spending far too many hours acting the hero in whatever video game is her obsession of the moment.
Nicole rarely meets a genre she doesn’t like, and as a result has written contemporary romcoms, fantasy fiction, fairy tale retellings, and dystopian/post-apocalyptic fiction. She’s the author of the Fairytale Collection books, the YA/NA crossover Contributor trilogy, and the Astoran Asunder series.




“Missed him again!” by Zachary Chopchinski

This Christmas season, I’ve decided to do something a little different. I’ve invited 24 authors to share some of their favorite things about the holidays. I hope you enjoy the 24 days of Christmas countdown with “These are a few of my Favorite Things.” Enjoy! ~Casey Hays

*Be sure to look for a Giveaway at the end of each post.*

“Missed him again!” 

zach-1In today’s age, magic and hope are almost as bleak as the real world itself. People seem to lose touch with the wonders of life, being human, and the sheer awe of the world. It’s in this spirit that I think about these issues, and realize how lucky I was. I owe this luck to my grandparents on a large scale. They were the ones that made sure that no matter how things were going at home, my sister Cassie and I had a magical Christmas. 

The holidays are always a bit of a magical adventure for kids. I certainly was not the exception, and my grandmother made sure of this. Though there were many different things that we did over the years together, my family and I, the smallest one always springs to mind first (and also make me feel like a complete ditz as an adult).

Every year, we would all gather and eat a large meal that my grandmother would spend all day making. This would go on until the call for presents by the children was too much for the adults to handle. By “the children” I’m referring to my sister and I. Oh, did I mention that we always did Christmas on Christmas Eve?

Anyway, we would get the stir in us and start eyeing the bare tree. The adults knew it was time and that Santa must be on his way. Every year, right after dinner, my grandparents would tell the two of us that we needed to rush upstairs and clean up for when Santa comes. You better believe that we did. Teeth brushed, hair adjusted, potty utilized, and we were ready to go. 

Wouldn’t you know it, every year of my childhood, no matter how fast we were, we always missed the big guy. Though we always swore that this year would be the year that we caught him, we never were fast enough. I will always remember the magic of that man and never forget to wash up as quickly as I can after Christmas dinner. 

One year, I will catch him!

For a chance to win an ebook from Zach, simply comment below with your favorite Christmas song!

Zachary is a bow tie wearing, formal vest rocking, pocket watch using, sarcastic monster of a writer. Currently residing in Orlando, Florida, he spends his days working, writing, procrastinating and sweating off extremities he swore he would need in life (‘cause it’s hot in Florida). 
Zach has multiple college degrees, in the fields of criminal justice and criminology…because he wanted to catch ALL the bad guys. Now, coupled with being an author of young adult fiction he spends his days yelling at people for breaking regulatory laws. 
Zach is the author of the Gabrielle series, a young adult fantasy with a paranormal-historical-time traveling twist (try saying that five times fast).