Spotlight & Excerpt: What Big Teeth + Giveaway

What Big Teeth
by Rose Szabo
Published by: Farrar Straus and Giroux (BYR)
Publication date: February 2nd 2021
Genres: Fantasy, Gothic, Young Adult

Rose Szabo’s thrilling debut What Big Teeth is a dark, gothic fantasy YA novel about a teen girl who returns home to her strange, wild family after years of estrangement, perfect for fans of Wilder Girls.

Eleanor Zarrin has been estranged from her wild family for years. When she flees boarding school after a horrifying incident, she goes to the only place she thinks is safe: the home she left behind. But when she gets there, she struggles to fit in with her monstrous relatives, who prowl the woods around the family estate and read fortunes in the guts of birds.

Eleanor finds herself desperately trying to hold the family together. In order to save them all Eleanor must learn to embrace her family of monsters and tame the darkness inside her.

Exquisitely terrifying, beautiful, and strange, this fierce paranormal fantasy will sink its teeth into you and never let go.

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I jolted awake, my hands loosening from my throat. Had I been strangling myself? My throat was dry. I stumbled to my feet. Water, I needed water.

Through the crack in the bathroom door, I could see Mother sleeping in her bathtub. I didn’t want to wake her, so I crept down the back staircase and past the closed laundry door, trying not to think about Grandma Persephone’s body laid out on the flagstones. I slipped into the kitchen and was halfway to the sink when I realized I wasn’t alone.

Margaret stood in the middle of the room with her back to me. She was working at the long low table, her hands doing something I couldn’t see, something that squelched. I held very still at the sink, not sure what to do. She would notice me if I tried to leave, or if I turned on the faucet.

I had to be brave, I told myself. This was my family. Margaret used to stand me on a stool and let me help her in the kitchen, I remembered. Help with what, I wasn’t quite sure.

I shifted so that I could see what she was doing, and had to stifle a gasp.

There was a vulture spread out on the butcher block, its naked neck and head hanging down. Its wings were as long as the table. Its belly was slit open, the knife she’d used was stuck point-first into the wood, and she was rummaging around inside its body, mumbling to herself as though she were looking for something in a handbag. Slick guts caught the moonlight. She combed through them for what felt like an eternity while I was frozen on the spot, not able to move. And then she looked up and turned to me. She held up a length of gut in bloody hands. She seemed to look at me and past me at the same time.

“Mother!” she said.

The back of my neck went cold. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping I was still dreaming, that if I shut my eyes I’d wake up back in bed, and if I shut my eyes again I’d wake up in my room at Saint Brigid’s, and from there I could shut my eyes and wake up a child again, somewhere in some house just like this one, but where I’d been happy.

Margaret’s feet scuffed on the floor as she padded over to me. One hand, wet and sticky, touched my wrist. She pulled on it. Eyes shut still, I let her lead me, until my fingers brushed feathers, and I realized all at once what was about to happen.

I struggled, but she was stronger than me. She plunged my hand into the guts. I thrashed, silently, afraid of what would happen if I screamed, afraid to open my eyes and see what was happening to me. And then all at once, I felt it. It was as if there were words, in there, in the guts. I relaxed my hand. I felt. The smell of dead meat and guano was almost unbearable, but somewhere in there was the truth. I just had to fight my way through to it.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make sense of it. At last, I opened my eyes. I shook my head at Margaret. She let go of my wrist, flinging it away from her like some useless thing. And I fled into the predawn garden and desperately pumped water from the spigot to wash the smell of blood from my hands.



Author Bio:

Rose Szabo is a nonbinary writer from Richmond, VA, where they live with an assortment of people and animals and teach writing at VCU. They have an MA in English from the University of Maine and an MFA in creative writing from VCU. Their work has been published in See the Elephant and Quaint magazines. What Big Teeth is their first novel.


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Spotlight & Excerpt: Baculum + Giveaway

Christina Bauer
(Angelbound Lincoln #4)
Published by: Monster House Books
Publication date: January 26th 2021
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Watch Lincoln battle Norse monsters in the Viking Games!

As King of the Thrax, Lincoln leads the most powerful demon fighting force in the after-realms… yet he cherishes nothing more than his Angelbound love, Myla. Which is why the king loses his freaking mind when the sinister Ringmaster Kell targets his pregnant wife.

So. Not. Happening.

Ringmaster Kell runs the infamous Viking Games, a series of battles where participants take on the identity of a Norse monster and fight to the death. Sounds good to Lincoln. The king sets aside his crown and enters the arena with one goal only: destroy Ringmaster Kell.

Sometimes, a warrior just needs to ignite his baculum sword and kick a ton of evil ass. But is Lincoln protecting Myla or walking into a trap?

Perfect for readers who love Vikings, Norse mythology, hot princes and cool heroines.

Stories from the perspective of Mister The Prince
1. Duty Bound
2. Lincoln
3. Trickster
4. Baculum
5. Angelfire
6. Rixa

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Who asks for a father-son talk on the first day of their kid’s honeymoon?

Connor, that’s who.

While Lincoln and his dicky dad chat away, I sashay into the bathroom. With every step, my tail swipes angrily behind me. After I slam the door, I realize the truth.

I’m focusing on the wrong thing here.

It’s bathroom snooping time!

I mean, it’s like the universe is saying… Myla, check out Lincoln’s secret guy stuff. Who am I to deny fate? Ever since I met Lincoln, his home in Antrum has always held magnetic interest. Some key questions.

How do thrax entertain themselves without television?

How do they manage getting clean without commercially-developed body spray?

Do they buy aspirin, use magical leeches or what?

Now, I’ll finally get some answers.

First things first. I check the shower. It’s a large tiled space with lots of enchanted nozzles that spray water in every direction. A little shelf holds a bar of piney-smelling soap. I double check, just to make sure I didn’t miss anything.

Moving on to the medicine cabinet.

At least, I assume it’s the medicine cabinet. Thrax are all stuck in the middle ages, so Lincoln’s wall holds a pair of gilded mirrors that sit above matching porcelain sinks. And between those mirrors? A pair of doors are set into the wall.

That says medicine cabinet to me.

Oh, the things I might discover. What kind of magical goop do thrax use when they get ready? I’m really pulling for some live leeches in jars. Or perhaps a few slugs in a petri dish. It’s just the romantic in me.

I pull open the side door to find teensy shelves lined with small clay jars.

No slugs or leeches. Oh, well.

Opening the right-hand door, I find a fresh tube of regular human-style toothpaste and some dental floss. There are even untouched brushes, both of the tooth and hair variety. Maybe my pregnancy hormones are kicking in, but that’s about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Lincoln went out and got me morning stuff.

Once I’m showered, I open the bathroom door a crack again. Lincoln’s now in his reception room with Connor. I can’t catch what they’re saying, but the tones are distinctly angry.

Better get dressed and join in the fun. Because when Connor is involved, there’s always some drama.


Author Bio:

Christina Bauer thinks that fantasy books are like bacon: they just make life better. All of which is why she writes romance novels that feature demons, dragons, wizards, witches, elves, elementals, and a bunch of random stuff that she brainstorms while riding the Boston T. Oh, and she includes lots of humor and kick-ass chicks, too. Christina lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby. She loves to connect with her fans at

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Spotlight & Excerpt: Ninja Girl Adventures + Giveaway

Ninja Girl Adventures
by MG Wilson, Phil Elmore
(Ninja Girl Adventures Series, #1)
Publication date: November 1st 2020
Genres: Thriller, Young Adult

Sister Power at It’s Best

Moira Mackenzie is just 14 years old. Her sister Mindy is 15, and their younger sister Marci is 9. The girls have lived their lives until now believing their father, Scottish billionaire Stephen Mackenzie, is simply a businessman whose KogaTech Consolidated (KTC) is the world’s most successful technology company. Their father was married to a Japanese woman, Kameko, whom the girls are told died in a car accident.

The girls’ idyllic existence in New York, where KTC headquarters is located, is shattered when their father disappears. He is legally declared dead by their Uncle Jiro Akiyama, Kameko’s brother. Uncle Jiro wants to possess the company for himself. What he doesn’t know is that Stephen Mackenzie changed his will so that Moira inherits the entire corporation.

An overwhelmed Moira must contend with the unraveling of her family. She has the help of Morton Gerardi, Stephen Mackenzie’s best friend, but he’s not the girls’ father and there’s only so much he can do. While Mindy rebels and Marci, a child genius, disappears deeper into her computer, Moira is further frightened by an intruder who invades the girl’s Manhattan apartment. Not long after this, Moira is visited by Uncle Jiro himself, who offers to provide for the girls financially as long as Moira signs the company over to him.

Moira considers giving in but doesn’t. Suddenly, out of nowhere, black-clad figures, who can only be the mythical ancient ninja of feudal Japan, attack the Mackenzie sisters. The girls are saved by an elderly Asian woman who heads a ninja clan of her own. That woman removes her face mask to reveal that she is Aiko Akiyama, the girls’ grandmother. Moira immediately has many questions. Why has Aiko only now revealed herself?

Aiko explains that Kameko, as Aiko before her, was a member of a Koga ninja clan of Kunoichi — a female ninja. Aiko was forced to fake her own death because of Jiro’s ambitions. She vows to teach Moira to become a ninja warrior and fulfill her family destiny. As Moira beings to learn the ways of the ninja, Aiko’s Yoda-like lessons give her greater self-confidence as well as physical martial arts skills. She passes these lessons to her sisters… but there’s more. Legends claim the ninja were shape-changing tengu, forest spirits with magical powers. Aiko reveals that these stories are true. If Moira wishes, she can learn these mystical abilities. Jiro himself can become a wolf and other ferocious beasts. Moira can learn these same skills, just as Aiko has.

As Moira trains and learns more about herself, she helps her sisters to grow more confident and more disciplined as well. Soon, Mindy is using her gymnastics skills to have ninja-style adventures of her own, as genius Marci helps both of her sisters using her knowledge of computers.

As they grow in their abilities, the girls uncover a plot by Uncle Jiro to misuse “sleep learning” technology developed by KTC. This is why Jiro wants the company. He believes the technology can be used to control minds, ultimately giving him control over the city — and perhaps, one day, even more than that. As the girls use their new abilities to chase down clues that point them to Jiro’s sinister ambitions, Jiro grows tired of holding back. He instructs his ninja to kidnap Mindy and Marci. He then tells Moira she has no choice but to sign KTC over to him if she ever wants to see her sisters again.

To get her sisters back, Moira will have to face her greatest fears. With only partial training, she must conquer her own doubts and apply the lessons of empowerment and confidence that Aiko has given her. The story climaxes in a battle between the two rival ninja clans wherein Moira must first save her sisters and then defeat Jiro himself. The fate of New York City hangs in the balance, as does the fate of Moira’s family and of her father’s company.

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Uncle Jiro was waiting in the lobby. Of course, Moira thought. Who else would it be?

Sally had made herself scarce. Moira was grateful for that. It meant she wouldn’t have to invite Uncle Jiro anywhere else. She didn’t like the thought of Uncle Jiro making himself comfortable in an office here, or setting foot in her father’s private space.

“Moira,” Uncle Jiro said, his smile too wide and his tone of voice too familiar and easy. He still wore his overcoat on his shoulders like a cape. His suit probably cost more than the car that had brought him here.

“Uncle Jiro,” Moira said formally.

He bristled at that. He didn’t like being called “Uncle.” She could see it in the way he tensed up. He covered it well, though, pretending to smooth the lapels of his suit jacket. “I will not take up much of your time,” he said.

“We both know you are ill equipped to run this company. You expected KogaTech Consolidated to become mine just as I did. Whatever sentimental impulse possessed your father to change his will at the last minute, we will never know. The fact remains that he did—but you and I both know this is a burden. I am prepared to relieve you of that burden.”

“What do you mean?”

“You fear for your well-being, which is understandable,” Uncle Jiro said, almost as if he had not heard her.

“You may be thinking that you don’t know how you will provide for your sisters, and yourself. There are many expenses. College. Healthcare. Day-to-day living expenses. New York is an expensive place, and only growing more so. But there is no reason for you to live in poverty.

“I am prepared to establish a fund for you and your sisters. A very generous fund. You and your sisters will want for nothing.”

Moira swallowed. “What do you want to do for us?”

“Why, the company, of course,” said Uncle Jiro. “My attorneys will draw up the paperwork. I will see to everything. You need only sign them. The company will revert to me, as it should have originally. You and your sisters will be properly provided for, and you will have none of the stress of running a company the size of KTC. Let us be honest, Moira. You are not prepared to take the mantle of leadership. Why subject yourself to that sort of stress? There is no need. Your—family—is here to help you.”

“I’ll—I’ll think about it, Uncle Jiro,” she said.

Again, he stiffened, then forced a not-at-all convincing smile. “Do not think too long,” he said. “Business does not wait for young girls who cannot make up their minds. I need a decision so I can begin getting the company into order. Every day wasted is money lost.”

“I’m not sure I want to sell the company,” Moira said. “This was everything my father built. It meant a lot to him. He told me that everything he did here, he did for my mother. And for her memory.”

Uncle Jiro took a step forward, looming over her. “Do not speak of Kameko to me!” He hissed, almost like a large snake. “My sister was a very foolish woman. She made poor decisions. She never should have married Stephen Mackenzie. Had she not, she would be alive today!”

Moira stepped back as if he had slapped her. “How can you say that?” she said. Her voice was so quiet it was almost a whisper.

“You are a child,” Uncle Jiro said. He was very angry now. “You have no idea the matters in which you are interfering. Do not let your father’s misguided affection make your life more difficult, child. There is a time for sentiment and there is a time for good sense. See that you understand the difference.”

“But —”

“I will have my attorneys call you to make arrangements,” said Uncle Jiro. “I trust you will make the correct decision.” With that, he swept his coat about him and stormed out of the room. Moira watched him go.

“I never liked him,” Sally said sadly as the elevator doors closed on Uncle Jiro. She had been in the adjoining conference room. She closed the door behind her.

“Don’t you let him bully you, Moira,” she said. “This is your father’s company. It’s your company. It’s your family’s legacy. He can’t take it away from you. I know that, no matter what, you’ll do the right thing.”

Moira could only nod. She wished she felt as confident as Sally sounded.


Author Bio:

Hello! I’m Melissa G Wilson and my top passions are writing, helping new authors who want to make a difference through their writing, and mentoring women and at-risk youth to become authors.

My company Networlding Publishing, focuses on assisting thought leaders to write, publish, and launch “books that make the world better.”I’ve been growing my company for the last ten years and have helped 120 thought leaders write, publish, and launch their “make-a-difference” books.

I’ve consistently used proceeds from my authors’ book sales to help mentor new adults to help them learn this “new world of publishing.” So far, I’ve mentored more than 30 new adults through an organization called Dream Careers and I can’t wait to help more young people get better starts in their lives. My mentees have gone on to create stellar careers in publishing, marketing, and social media.

I’ve had the honor and pleasure of writing five best-sellers, one that held a #10 on Amazon for year and also had a book on Oprah that turned into an opportunity to travel the country and hold community leadership events with kids, adults, and city leaders. One other major honor was getting to be one of 70 people who helped Seth Godin, one of the best marketing leaders in the world, reinvent publishing through his initiative called “The Domino Street Team.” My goal now is to keep helping new author thought leaders get their important books out to the world and into the hearts of others, especially youth, who can use the insights from these books to make the world better for all.

Phil Elmore is a bestselling author, freelance journalist, and technical writer who lives and works in Upstate New York. He has contributed extensively to “Tactical Knives” and “Survivor’s Edge” magazines as well as several other self-defense and “tactical gear” trade publications. He is the Senior Editor of League Entertainment (an IP development company based in Florida) and the owner of Samurai Press, an independent small-press publisher. Through Samurai Press, Elmore has published a variety of non-fiction and self-help works, including the self-help bestseller “Ten Things Doctors Won’t Tell You About Your CPAP Machine.”

As a ghostwriter, Phil Elmore has been the author behind countless non-fiction and fiction works, including multiple action and science fiction novels, martial arts and fitness publications, survival and “prepper” ebook and print products, and even a survival-themed series of novellas. He has edited numerous novels, magazine articles, and other copy for inclusion in commercially published vehicles, as well as generating hundreds of thousands of words of content for Internet marketers across the Web.

With League Entertainment, Elmore co-created the Duke Manfist parody action series. The publisher of “The Martialist,” the online magazine “for those who fight unfairly,” Phil Elmore is also the author of twenty-one Executioner, Mack Bolan, and Stony Man novels for Gold Eagle/Harlequin Enterprises. His other work includes the “Augment,” “Monsters,” and “Detective Moxley” series, as well as the short story collection “The Thing in the Office and Other Tales of Terror” and the crowdfunded comedy-action novel “Spaceking Superpolice.”


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