My Story… As a Writer.
I'm excited to welcome fellow Astraea Press author, Ariella Moon to my blog today.
Ariella has a brand new release out titled, Spell for Sophia: Book 4 The Teen Wytche Saga.
Thank you Mya for featuring me on your blog today. It is
such a pleasure to be here!
My Writer’s Journey
I first thought of myself as a writer when I won a national
essay contest in sixth grade. My ability to write well gave me a definite
advantage during college where I graduated summa
cum laude, and received a Bachelor’s and Master’s Degree in Art History.
But my love of writing fiction — creating absorbing unique worlds — didn’t come
into play until my daughter learned to read. She was a voracious reader and
tested off the charts in reading and comprehension. The problem became finding
big enough books for her that were age appropriate. So I wrote an award winning
but never published fantasy trilogy for her.
Now with Spell For
Sophia, my fourth Young Adult paranormal romance in the Teen Wytche Saga
about to launch, I better understand why my earlier trilogy didn’t sell. Thank
goodness it didn’t! Someday I will go back and make the necessary revisions
that are now so glaringly obvious to me. Perhaps my daughter, who has been my
beta reader for the Teen Wytche Saga, will revisit the trilogy with me. After
all, in many ways we’ve been on this writer’s journey together.
Spell For Sophia by Ariella Moon (The Teen Wytche Saga #4)
Sometimes the worst
scars are the ones you cannot see.
Blurb
Sophia
Perez-Hidalgo’s survival depends upon her
mastering magic and the supernatural before her lawless
parents and their vengeful boss catch up to her. How far must she
flee to escape them forever? Sophia runs until she’s out of stolen money,
then…Fate delivers her into the arms of Louisiana teen
Shiloh Breaux Martine, and his grand-mère, a voodoo
priestess living deep in the bayou.
Breaux knows Sophia is trouble
— but he’ll travel through time, battle zombies, and risk his bright
future to protect her. While Ainslie, best friend extraordinaire, will
jeopardize her sanity to find and aid Sophia. When
friendship, magic, and love are not enough, Sophia will have to save herself.
But first, she must believe she’s worth saving.
Excerpt
Breaux
followed me onto the streetcar and bought day passes with exact change. I
scanned the streetcar's vintage interior for two seats together. I ignored the
pinched brows and alarmed stares from our fellow passengers. Most of them
fixated on a point behind me. With dismay I realized Breaux's blood-soaked
bandana was drawing too much attention. Someone was bound to notice his uncanny
resemblance to the congressman. The last thing we needed was to derail the
time-space continuum or spark rumors.
The migraine
over my eye throbbed.
I discovered
an empty row toward the back and claimed the window seat. Breaux shoved our
passes into his jeans pocket, then roosted beside me. He placed the backpack at
his feet and kept his chin down. His hands trembled and twitched against his
thighs. Caffeine, sugar, and shock, I thought. The cloth over his gash sported blood in varying shades of red.
It appeared wet and sticky. The sight of it made me queasy and I had to swallow
hard. Breaux's ashen pallor hadn't improved. Worry worsened my stomach. Breaux
needed to go to the hospital and get stitched up. Someone should x-ray him and
see if he had a fracture or concussion. Or both.
Merciful Mary, please help us complete whatever
must be done here so we can return to our own time.
A flicker of
color flashed outside the window. I swiveled toward it, thinking maybe it was a
flag. Wrong! The hints of gold and
red sprung from a wispy paisley top worn by an African-American teen hovering
several feet off the ground. My brain registered, ghost! My hand flew to my mouth to muffle a shriek.
The movement
must have caught the ghost's eye. She zoomed to the window and pressed her nose
against the glass. I shrank against Breaux. The wraith's peace sign necklace
swung through the pane, almost touching my chin before it dropped. The
temperature plummeted several degrees.
I shot
Breaux a furtive sideways glance. His attention was fixed on Nervous Guy, who
was making his way toward us. The ghost bracketed her face with her hands and
peered through the window. Brackish swamp smells assaulted my nose. Water
dripped from her long curly Afro and slid down the sides of her hands and onto
the windowpane. I wondered if she could hear my heart thundering.
"Are
you the Mexican?" the wraith asked.
My eyes
widened. Is the drug cartel employing
ghosts? Speechless, my gaze darted across her face. She's no older than Breaux. Unlike Mam'zelle, whose spirit had
transitioned into a being of light, the ghost still retained her human form and
the clothes she must have been wearing when she died. Her skin, though
blue-gray in death, still showed patches of its former nutmeg color. She had
Breaux's nose.
The ghost
pointed a wet finger. "Is he Shiloh Breaux Martine?"
"Umm.
Breaux…" My fingers dug into his thigh.
Buy Links for the Teen
Wytche Saga
Author Bio
Ariella Moon is the author of the Teen Wytche Saga, a sweet Young
Adult paranormal series. Ariella writes about magic, friendship, high school, secrets,
and love in Spell Check, Spell Struck,
Spell Fire, and Spell For Sophia from Astraea Press.
Ariella
spent her childhood searching for a magical wardrobe that would transport her
to Narnia. Extreme math anxiety, and taller students who mistook her for a
leaning post, marred her youth. Despite these horrors, she graduated summa cum
laude from the University of California at Davis. Ariella is a Reiki Master,
author, and shaman. She lives a nearly normal life with her extraordinary
daughter, two shamelessly spoiled dogs, and an enormous dragon.
Connect with Ariella Moon
That's a lovely reason to start writing!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen! And thank you Mya for the lovely feature!
ReplyDelete~Ariella Moon
You're welcome, it's great to have you here!
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