Cover Reveal – Before I Shatter

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Today is the cover reveal for Before I Shatter by Mandy Peterson. This cover reveal is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. The cover MSN Art Studio (Maduranga Sampath).
This is an exciting rebranding of the original cover as the author prepares to release book 2 in the series.

Before I ShatterBefore I Shatter (Before I Shatter #1)
By Mandy Peterson
Genre: Science Fiction
Age category: Young Adult/ New Adult
Release Date: July 2016

Blurb:
Seventeen-year-old Vita is the next step in human evolution.

The daughter of two prominent scientists, Vita is content to live in the spotlight. After all, it affords her a lifestyle most only dream of: living in a Lunar Colony, luxurious gifts, and her unique ability to project her consciousness onto different planes without the aid of injections.
Succeeding where others have failed has a price. A growing population of Shells – people whose minds have shattered from the stress of experimentation – shows just how ruthless the Director can be in pursuit of his goal.

When Vita makes a startling breakthrough, the ambitious Director takes over her development, and he wants to see just how far she can go. It’s up to Vita’s young Processor, James, to catch her before she breaks.

But he’s keeping a dangerous secret.
Someone is playing games with her.

A game where the loser ends up shattered.
Vita must make the choice:
Continue risking her life for a cause she doesn’t believe in
or make an unprecedented escape?

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Excerpt:
“Vita!” James is panicked, shaking my shoulders, when my eyes begin to crack open. The bright light violates my pupils, and I slam my eyes shut again. My head is pounding.
“Stop shaking her, boy. We don’t know what damage that could cause.” I relax a bit as my body takes in the grandfatherly voice of wisdom. James’s hands release me. “She’s coming around. Give her a moment.”
I moan, raising an arm to cover my closed eyes. “I’m fine.”
“She could pave a road with those words.” The Old One’s voice gets farther away.
Before I can even wonder what that means, the light mercifully wanes, and I dare to peek out from under my arm. I begin to piece together where I am. The tiny white room. Lying on my monitoring station.
A visibly shaken James is sitting next to me, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes, face ashen.
“Hey,” I coax. “It’s okay. Nothing to be worried about.”
James shakes his head and looks down. A sniffle seems to actually compose him, and he looks up at me. “Vita, I’m so sorry. If I would have known, I would have warned you.”
Still hazy, I recall my experience in the meadow with the solider boy. Before speaking, I resolve to never let myself be that helpless again. Starting right now. Just like James said, I will be the one doing the breaking. Well, maybe not right now. After I recover from whatever this is.
“Warned me about what?”
“The dazers,” he practically whispers, but I still hear the George’s tongue cluck from the computer station. His disapproval is thick. “You passed out on the steps. I couldn’t wake you up. When I brought you here, I thought you were dead.”
“Yes, the drugs caused your heart to race,” the wizard explains, less emotionally. His eyes never leave the tablet in his hands. “Your heart didn’t care for that so it shut down…for a bit.”
“It shut down?” I echo as panic begins to rise from my toes.
“Only for a moment.” His hand waves dismissively. “Everything’s fine.” The Old One smirks, finally looking up at me as he turns my own words around on me.
“I died?”
“For a second.” George holds up two fingers very close together in an attempt to keep us positive.
Whoosh. “I came as soon as I heard.” Long brown hair whirls through the room. Mom busies herself snatching the tablet and replacing James at the side of my bed. She grasps my hand, leans in, and begins examining my eyes. I have no idea what they look like, but her fear and disgust focus across the room. “George, thank the stars you are still here! How could this have happened? I’m not even sure what this means.” She shakes the tablet at him, the data revealing itself to me shortly. “Where was she? Who was with her?”
James makes a move to step forward and the Old One stops him. “She was just doing as I instructed. Taking time off. Meeting new people. Trying out a party. I’m sorry. I didn’t know she would be confronted with…substances.”
Mom visibly calms down. I guess maybe she couldn’t be too angry with the man who had just saved her daughter’s life? She lays the tablet down gently. “What can I do for her?”
“Nothing, I’m afraid. The drugs have to work their way through her system. She won’t be able to start training until they are flushed out. Her new friends just may have bought her enough time to completely restore before the next round.”
My eyelids feel as though they are made of lead. My hand is nestled between stronger ones. I fight to stay awake behind the fading light.
“What will we ever do without you?” My mother’s whisper floats across the room to me.
His firm response slices through the darkness closing in around me. “The director has plans but so do we. Stick to the plan. Thanks to your husband’s—ex-husband’s—news story, she’s about ready to enter a world where everyone knows her and what she can do. She needs you two more than ever.”
I didn’t know then that when I awoke, it would be to a new world. A world without George, without visits from my dad, and without panic attacks. A world where I was a celebrity, a scientific wonder, and no longer alone. Never mind that I put my life at risk each time I pushed one the boundaries of human capability. I lived by the words I was never meant to hear:
“Vita’s never going to be broken. She’s going to be the one doing the breaking. She’s stronger than any of us will ever know.”

Mandy PetersonAbout the Author:
Mandy Peterson grew up all over Nebraska and eventually settled down there with a family of her own: husband, daughter, and son.

When she isn’t writing about herself in third person, Mandy the high school librarian can be found digging through young adult and new adult lit. An avid reader of all genres (but she secretly told me she loves sci-fi the most), you will usually see her with her nose in a book or face to her Kindle app, iced or blended coffee drink in hand. A former roller girl and roller derby referee, she can also be found watching roller derby online or dragging her family behind her to cheer on teams in person all over their great state.

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IN DEFENSE OF LATE BLOOMERS

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I love reading stories of people who found success later in life. They prove that there is no expiration date on a person’s dreams.

I’m not one of those writers who can say they always wanted to become a published author. When I was younger, I loved to read but never thought about writing my own stories. The worlds I created lived in my head. I was happy letting them stay there.

Over the years, I’ve tried many creative pursuits and enjoyed them all, but I never felt such a earth tipping love as when I started to write. All those crazy ideas I dreamt up finally had an outlet. Through hard work and hundreds of hours in front of the computer, I found success. My first book, HOME FIELD, will be traditionally published this summer. Book two, TRUE HORIZON, is next.

Last week, I celebrated my 44th birthday. I didn’t start writing until after I’d turned 40. I am a late bloomer and proud of it!

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WHO ARE YOU?

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We women tend to take on many identities. How do we balance them all – mother, wife, employee, creative soul…?

We work hard to make time for everything in our day. We make lists, prioritize, and give up sleep in order to get it all done.

Personally, I’m at a point in my life that leaves room of self-reflection. Two of my kids are college age and live away from home. My youngest will be a sophomore in high school. After many years of my focus being placed on others, I am able to do things I want to do. I’ve started running and attending yoga classes. I’ve written six books. I’m able to give more attention to my marriage.

I’m finding out who Laurie really is, and what she wants to do with the rest of her life.

Take a moment to shed all your other identities and answer this simple question – Who are you?

Moving

Does anyone really enjoy moving? I sure don’t. Today is the first day of my family’s move from our rental into our newly purchased house. I’m excited to be making the transition, but man…it’s so much work! We have almost 25 years of stuff that I’m ready to set on fire so I don’t have to move it. I wish my life could be as simple as a snail’s. He’s always moving but his home is on his back. It goes where ever he does.

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Life isn’t static. We’re always moving. Sometimes forward. Others backward. If we’ve stopped moving that means we’ve stopped trying. A rejection from a publisher or agent will sting but don’t let it stop you from taking another step. A review might leave you angry or dejected. Keep working on your next story. Learn and move forward.

Keep moving!

Laurie

Publishing Dreams Come True

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I’ve got some great news! Home Field has just been picked up by The Wild Rose Press. I’m so excited to have my Warriors Of The Heart series find such a wonderful home. My experiences so far with my new publisher have been great. After the last three months of upheaval and heartbreak, it’s a welcome change.

Edits on Home Field will start soon. I’m looking forward to getting to work again. Hopefully, I’ll be able to announce a release date for Home Field soon.

Love,

Laurie

When To Give Up

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Who can’t relate to that picture? A young player who stepped up to the plate to give it his all, only to strike out.

This is kind of how I’ve felt lately. It’s been almost two months since I got the news that my contracted publisher was going out of business. So instead of counting down to my release date, I have been standing with my head facing the wall, struggling with disappointment.

To be honest, I wanted to quit.  Writing is one thing, but the journey to publication is full of too many landmines. It simply hurt too much to put myself out there again, only to end up disappointed.

So I spent some time wallowing in self-pity before coming to the conclusion that I can’t quit. There is something inside me that won’t let me. A little voice cheering me on. It comes from around me, my family and friends. It also comes from the burning desire to keep on creating. I have stories to tell and I want to share them with the world. I want others to find enjoyment and connection with my words, just like I have done with so many other author’s books.

When is it time to give up? For me, not now. Things with my contracts are still in limbo but I’m continuing to write. I recently finished the 1st draft of book 6 in my Warriors of the Heart series. Book 5, Know You By Heart, is complete and sent to my agent.

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I hope to see you all soon with some good news that my series has found a new home. Until then…pick up that bat and start swinging again. Next time might be a home run!

An Agape Love

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Did you know that the Ancient Greek language had four distinct words for love? Our English only gives us one, and sometimes it doesn’t nearly seem like enough. I love my husband, I love my dog, I love chocolate. And of course, I don’t feel the same depth of emotion for chocolate as I do my husband (well, most of the time). The Greeks had a special word for the deepest love – Agape. This love transcends sexual attraction. It is bigger than friendship.

Agape love is complete, unconditional love. It is the form of love that would motivate a soldier to risk his/her life for another. It is the love of a parent who would work two jobs in order to provide for their child.

When I write a romance story, my goal is to have the hero and heroine fall into agape love. They just don’t have the hots for each other. Those feeling will quickly fizzle out if there is nothing else to back it up. I want the characters to be willing to make sacrifices for their love. Those feelings will fill their entire heart and soul. That type of unconditional love will see a couple through the rocky times that every relationship endures.

Agape love is shown by commitment and sacrifice. It is the purest form of love.

A New Balancing Act

 

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Why can’t someone create a day between Sunday and Monday? An extra day to get caught up on all the little things that continue to get pushed back onto the to-do list.

Recently, I’ve made writing a priority in my life. Which means that pesky things like cleaning the house and doing laundry often become secondary to finishing my word count for the day.

Now that I have three books contracted for publication, I’m really finding it a struggle to find balance. There’s a lot of behind the scenes work that goes into getting a manuscript ready for publication. Then, there’s the marketing and promotion an author needs to do months in advance of the book’s launch. And during this time I have to have faith in the stories I’ve already written, along with all the ones yet to come.

So that extra day…probably not something I’ll see anytime soon. I’ll just have to continue to squeeze in a load of laundry in between editing sessions. And always remember to close my laptop when it’s family time.

What’s your secret to finding a good work/life balance?

 

Skinny Dipping with Murder

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Erica Bloom is back in Otter Lake, her dysfunctional hometown. Ever since the ‘incident’ at the Raspberry Social, she’s tried very hard to avoid going home. Now that she’s back, even stranger things have started to happen…like a dead body floating in her mother’s well. Erica finds herself the prime suspect and enlists the help of old and new friends to help solve the crime before her time is up.

My Review:

First, let me say that I absolutely adored this book. Erica Bloom’s sarcastic wit had me constantly cracking up with laughter. I loved Grady, the sexy old boyfriend turned sheriff who is out to solve Otter Lake’s crime of the century. The mystery surrounding the real murderer had me guessing until the end.

This book was sweet, funny, heartwarming, and refreshing. The secondary characters were a hoot, especially the ladies staying at the mother’s island retreat. I can’t wait for the next book in this series!!

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